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Something interesting i spotted on twitter. For anyone interested in going on T!
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@mariyyum twitter post: Recipes that have been passed down to me by my Palestinian mother đ”đž, and I've had the honor of sharing them with all of you. #freepalestine
1: Cheese Manakeesh (cheese pies)
2: Homemade Hummus w/ chicken koufta
3: Msakhan (the National dish of Palestine)
4: Sfeeha (meet pies)
Follow her on: twitter instagram youtube tiktok and her own blog for more.
"Don't just throw ripped jeans away, you can repair them using these 10 cute Visible Mending techniques!!" unfortunately my friend the first point of failure for every single pair of jeans i have owned in my life has been the Crotch and Ass. Knees: fine, cuffs: fine; but 3 years in, and all that stands between the world and my astronaut-patterned taint is 0.5”m of denim worn so thin that every squat threatens to tear it to shreds like wet toilet paper. If the Tiktok craft community could figure out a way to resurrect jeans afflicted in such a way that doesn't involve adding a whole ass buttpatch like some sort of inverse assless chaps situation then that'd be great
Fun fact about Danish: "Spurt" means "a quick run" and "slut" means "ending." So when stores have a quick sale that's about to end they'll often combine the two words
no but seriously I still get chills thinking about turning off my headlamp in the cave and The Hand That I Did Not Actually See, and itâs been twelve years since it happened
itâs such an unreal experience
like
you turn off your light in a cave and wave your hand in front of your face
and
you can see this shadowy thing moving in the black space where your hand is
it looks like the same shadowy thing you would see in your room at night if you waved your hand in front of your face, itâs there and vaguely hand-shaped, and your brain recognizes it as your hand because your brain is aware of where your hand is and what it is doing
But You Are Not Seeing Anything
Inside a cave, there is No Light. No matter how far your pupils spread, there is no light for them to draw in, no light to put an image on your retina.
But your brain just Fucking Assumes that because it knows where your hand is and what it is doing, clearly it can see it.
So it creates a shadowy thing for your eyes to be seeing.
Brain is like âthereâs a hand thereâ
Eyes are like âyup sure thing brain I can totally see itâ
Brain is like âniceâ
but there is no hand, you cannot see the hand, you are seeing a literal actual hallucination in the cave because your brain thinks it knows best
Caves are awesome, but also terrifying. Thank you for coming to my TED Talk.
we once went spelunking, and a our guide said that once he was in a cave with a stream, so he could hear running water, and his brain was like âoh, running water? that means there must be Ducks out thereâ. and he saw likeâŠlow light shadows of ducks. that his brain just Put There.
As a cave guide: we call that âcave blindnessâ! True darkness absolutely wigs your brain out - weâre such visual creatures that after a while our brain throws a hissy after not seeing anything. Sensory deprivation is a very real kind of torture. We have a huge, deep cave system at work and there are a lot of places where youâre hundreds of meters in solid rock in this tiny, dark, still space.
I like to turn my torch off, sit down with my back against the wall, and wait to see how long it takes before I start seeing things or feeling like the ground is moving, or hearing things. Because I know Iâm not - Iâm in complete darkness, utter silence, sitting in rock that hasnât moved in hundreds, if not thousands, of years.
Proof that brains are Ridiculous and over-react to a lot of stuff!
I want to add to this that people who lose their hearing as adults have reported hearing music âbeing played loudly from somewhereâ, and other auditory hallucinations, bc the brain will just panic and put your brainâs ipod on *fucking shuffle* if itâs not getting any input
For years I would look at posts and questionnaires about neurodivergence that takes about being so focused on something that you forgot to eat and be like, "Couldn't be me. Being hungry is so uncomfortable! Your stomach is growling and cramping? How do you ignore that?"
Then someone informed me that neurotypical people have a whole bunch of "hungry" sensations before they get to that point.....
They what
Yeah, I don't get it either, but apparently this is a Whole Thing.... Like they somehow detect blood sugar dropping and go, "Ooh, time for lil snack!"
See also: there is a feeling of "oh, I need to pee" that happens before "fidgeting around in my seat to finish this thing before running to the bathroom"
I read this and was like, "this can't be real" and then I looked for sources and like--
Adapting Intuitive Eating for Neurodivergent People
"This can be very harmful for neurodivergent people, as many neurodivergent people struggle to feel internal cues and bodily sensations, including hunger and fullness. An emphasis on âonly eating when hungryâ can result in neurodivergent people delaying eating until they are so hungry that they are shaky, highly irritable, or even on the verge of passing out. A focus on âstopping when fullâ may cause neurodivergent people to overthink every bite they take and scrutinize whether they are truly hungry or truly full. To modify Intuitive Eating for neurodivergent people, it may be important to focus on eating enough and eating consistently throughout the day, rather than eating according to oneâs hunger and fullness cues. Neurodivergent people may need more of a structured meal and snack schedule than neurotypical folks in recovery, as well as some guidelines around a minimum amount of food. This does not make their eating less intuitive or their recovery less real - it is an important way of honouring their bodyâs needs and unique ways of functioning."
WHAT??????
what the fuck
... stomach cramping isn't the first sign of hunger? Is this why so many people eat more than one meal per day?
My bros I have been doing a lot of reading about Wacky WWII Hijinks lately and I want to tell you a story because I love it okay
once upon a time there was a dude in Spain named Juan Pujol Garcia. Pujol was a chicken farmer. Pujol hated him some goddamn fascists.
See Spain had recently ended its civil war, with the fascists taking power. So when WWII broke out in Europe, Spain technically remained neutral but in practice was buddy buddy with the Nazis. Juan Pujol Garcia thought this was pretty bullshit
so soon after war breaks out Pujol travels to his local British embassy and goes âhey I wanna spy on the Nazis for youâ
âwho the fuck are you?â say the British, and kick him out
but Pujol is not deterred! He still wants to dunk on some fascists, so now he goes to his local German embassy instead. âheyâ he says, âI wanna spy on the British for you, I sure do hate themâ
âyeah okayâ say the Germans âthat seems pretty legitâ
and just like that Pujol now officially works for the Abwehr, the German intelligence agency. They hand him some spy gear (invisible ink and such) and instruct him to travel to Lisbon, and from there make his way into the UK. So Pujol heads to Lisbon, and a little while later writes to his German handlers telling them heâs made it to England
Pujol had not made it to England. He had, in fact, made it to the Lisbon public library, where he checked out a number of English guide books and set about just wholesale making shit up
this is slightly complicated by the fact that, for example, he completely did not understand British currency and all his expense reports were basically gibberish. He also reported things like bribing Scotsmen, because the people of Glasgow would âdo anything for a litre of wineâ (an actual quote) because, hey, people in Spain like wine so thatâs probably the same right?
Here is where it starts to get really crazy, because the Abwehr loves this. âwow this dude is a great spyâ they say, because apparently none of them had ever been the England either. In fact, they are so pumped about this new awesome spy that the British start to get worried
you see, by this time the British had cracked Germanâs supposedly unbreakable Enigma code and were totally dunking on the Nazis by reading basically all of their ~super top secret~ radio transmissions. And, crucially, theyâd become so good at breaking and reading traffic that there were literally no German spies in England. The Germans would set up a spy drop (usually dropping dudes in by parachute in the middle of the night), the British would intercept the message and then just scoop the dudes up as soon as they landed in a move that must have been SUPER embarrassing to the spies
so there are no German spies in the UK because theyâre all sitting in a prison run by MI5 (although some are being run under supervision as double agents, feeding Germany bullshit). But suddenly MI5 is picking up all this traffic from the Germans talking about their super great spy- a spy the British do not have in their jail
âoh shitâ says MI5, and starts rereading all the transmissions they have to and from this mysterious super spy.
âhey waitâ says MI5, upon actually reading the shit the spy was sending. âsomeone is playing silly buggers, pip pip cheerioâ
At this point, Pujol, still in Lisbon, had actually been approaching the British embassy again, repeatedly, but apparently âI am literally an Abwehr agent and would like to offer you my servicesâ wasnât interesting enough, because he was repeatedly turned away, again. It wasnât until MI5 started asking around that one of the embassy staff was like âoh yeah we know that guyâ
so in 1942 the British finally make contact with Pujol and he officially becomes a spy for MI5. They move him to London and assign him a case officer so he can start making up even better bullshit
and he does. Once actually in London, Pujol reports to the Abwehr that heâd recruited a whole slew of informants- from a bunch of Welsh Aryans to disaffected army officers. He ends up with a network of 20+ sub-spies, all feeding him information from around the UK
none of these people actually exist
Pujol just straight up invented like 20 people, keeping careful track of their fake personalities, names, and activities. With the help of MI5, the information he sends becomes even better- a mix of true but ultimately useless facts and actually important intel timed to arrive in Germany just slightly too late to be of any use. He and his âspy networkâ become the Abwehrâs most trusted agents
Pujol, now codenamed Agent Garbo (for his acting skills), ends up playing a huge role in the run-up to D-Day, where the Allies mounted a huge intelligence campaign to convince Hitler that the planned site of attack was going to be Calais and not Normandy (this was Operation Fortitude and you should absolutely look it up for more Wacky WWII Adventures). Obviously you know how this ended
crazily enough, the Abwehr never figured out that Pujol was a double agent. After the war he received both the Iron Cross Second Class (which require personal authorization from Hitler), and a Member of the Order of the British Empire (from King George VI)
unable to resist being totally fucking ridiculous, Pujol turned down MI5âs post-war offer to continue spying, but this time against the USSR. âno,â he said âjust help me fake my own death and then Iâm moving to Venezuelaâ
and thatâs exactly what he did. Juan Garcia Pujol died in 1988, at the age of 76
Okay Iâm just editing my reblog to add this picture of Juan Pujol Garcia because I feel that it adds so much to the story to picture him doing ALL THE ABOVE with this expression:
What a legend.
Thank you Jess for this extremely important addendum.
heâs my hero and also adorable
This isâŠholy fucking shit, I have no words for how much glee this story brings me. Itâs like Mother Night but not soul-crushing
He was Catalan and his real name was Joan (not Juan) Pujol i Garcia.
After the fascists won the Spanish Civil War, Spanish names were mandatory, since the Catalan language and culture were completely banned by the fascist regime, but he referred to himself as Joan. So letâs refer to him as Joan as he would have wanted, and not use the name that the Spanish fascists imposed.
Hereâs an interesting interview with him from the year 1984 (in Catalan)
I cannot recommend enough the book about him
There have been two movies about Operation Mincemeat; the first was âThe Man Who Never Wasâ in 1956, and more recently âOperation Mincemeatâ in 2021.
Thereâs also been one about double agent Eddie Chapman (âTriple Crossâ in 1966) who like Garcia was awarded an Iron Cross.
So far there have been none about Agent Garbo, which is a shame, because thereâs an appealing thread of genuine comedy running through the whole thing.
(Wikipedia entry here,)
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how do conservatives think talking to children works? if a four year old came up to me and said âiâm a cat!!â i would say âreally? what makes you a cat?â and theyâd say some shit like âi have claws >:)â and iâd be like âoh wow, you do have claws. but wait, i thought cats had pointed ears!â and theyâd say âthey DO!!!â and then iâd pull up a picture of an elf and ask âis THIS a cat?â and theyâd yell âNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOâ
u wouldnât say âfucking hell, Emily, get it together. this is the real worldâ
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