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@foolishwriter
So glad to see you posting :) I still have the glass cross you made me.
I’m glad. Sadly, I’ve become disabled through a stroke and cannot work glass anymore. I’m able to walk again, but have lost a lot of use of my left side, including vision. It makes me happy to remember the art I made while I could though, so thank you!
A response to a post on Jesus I recently saw.
Okay, lemme tell you a thing here, alright, because people need to know this shit. So, Jesus’ time was not all calm and happy. People were ripe for revolution and it was beginning to go down. You had the Romans, and they were ASSHOLES - occupying frigging EVERYWHERE. One of the places they were occupying was Syria Palestina, which went from Egypt on north alongside the Mediterranean, or as they called it, Mare Nostra, Our Sea. And that’s how these assholes rolled - this sea? Ours. That stuff? Ours. The other- ours, all FUCKING OURS, OKAY??!!!! Don’t like it, find another globe.
THe Roman emperors were demanding that people worship them as gods, but they couldn’t make these people in the province they called Syria Palestina do that, because these people would go apeshit in defense of their religion, so they sent a guy who had a rep as extra assholish to be their governor - guy by the name of Pontius Pilate. Dude wound up being recalled to Rome because he was such a complete asshole, but not before some shit went down.
So, there were political factions, right? There’s always somebody with shit invested in the status quo, and no exception here: you had the puppet dictators - the house of Herod. They were descended from the dudes who went batshit when the Hellenic Persians tried to force their religion on these guys. Didn’t just kill the occupying force - killed anybody who collaborated. The Romans bought them out, kept them comfy, and made sure they knew better than to fight Roman power.
You had the Sadducees. These were the dudes running the Temple. They were getting money through sacrifices made at the Temple, and the Romans were making money on the currency exchange. They also got power by being the official religious authorities. Dudes had a lot to lose if shit went down.
So, who were the rebels? Right? You got the Romans, the house of Herod (the Hasmonean Dynasty), and the Sadducees, so who’s on the other side of this chess board?
For the outright rebels, we have the zealots. They were committed to war by conventional means. Jesus had some of these guys in his following. The most obvious is Simon the Zealot, but we know Peter drew a sword on a Roman, so he was probably leaning that way, too.
Now, there was another group. These guys said that the reason the Romans had done so much damage is because people needed to get ritually pure. They were called the Essenes, and one of their biggies was this guy named John the Baptist who scared the shit out of the Hasmoneans by ritually cleansing everybody he could get his hands on. So they offed him. These guys did stuff like go on 40-day fasts in the desert. So Jesus was probably influenced by them.
Finally, we get to the folks you’ve been waiting for: the Pharisees. Now, wait just a gosh-darned minute, FoolishWriter! Are you gonna say THEY were against the Romans?! Yep, that’s exactly what I’m going to say. See, the Pharisees and the Sadducees were not buddy-buddy, despite the way some passages in the gospels are worded. The Sadducees got their power from running the Temple, while the Pharisees said that the Temple was not really necessary and that people could do things like keep kosher, pray at home or in groups, do all the at-home stuff that Jews do today.
If you read what Jesus said, he cribbed a lot off of prominent Pharisaical thinkers. Sadly, after his death, but shortly before the Gospels were written down, the Pharisees and early Christians got into a fight. So that would explain the rift. If you want the details, pester me to write some more or else google the fall of the Temple and the standoff at Masada.
As you can see, Jesus was hanging out with some pretty radical types, but wasn’t that big a deal - just some woodworker from the Galilee with some radical notions. Until dude starts a riot on the Temple grounds, interrupting revenue flow for the Romans, Hasmoneans, and Sadducees. Then the shit has hit the fan and no mistake. They put a warrant out for his arrest and as the Romans were so famous for efficiently doing, they killed him.
Broke: Disney should make 2D movies again
Woke: Disney should be dissolved and their assets and resources redistributed, partly opening up more room for other artists or groups thereof to have a chance against a near monopolistic studio
After just one day of use chemicals in sunscreens had entered the bloodstream at significant levels and continued to rise daily, a FDA pilot study finds.
In the United States, sunscreens were originally approved as an over-the-counter solution to sunburn. They came in two types: one using chemical combos to filter the sun, the other using minerals to block the sun such as titanium dioxide or zinc oxide, which leave a telltale white coating. With many people not wanting to sport a white tint, the popularity of the chemical sunscreens soared. Because of the way they were used at the time, there wasn’t a lot of concern about a potential health impact. But that soon changed, and the FDA began to ask the industry for safety testing, said David Andrews, senior scientist at the EWG. “They were originally used in small quantities to prevent sunburn on vacation,” Andrews said. “Now they recommend applying these every day, applying them to large parts of your body. And the FDA began raising concerns.”
Wait I’m high, is it saying just the chemical kind is hazardous, or the zinc/titanium kinds are too?
the zinc sunscreens/physical sunscreens do not get absorbed into the bloodstream and are good
Also, the zinc sunscreens (provided they don’t use nano particles) are safer for the oceans.
men can complain about their ”fear of rejection” all they want, but women are taught fear of rejecting throughout their whole lives and that is the actual tragedy in all of this.
yo, don’t donate any money to restore and rebuild notre dame, its a worldwide tourist attraction. the corporate interests of france would rebuild it even if they had to withhold food from babies, there is a 0% chance the cathedral would ever be left to languish. restoration will be a pretty high priority for the government itself.
internalize the feeling of watching a loss like that, and think: natives are BEGGING us to protect much older places of human history right here, we are driving bulldozers over and through for a few men who deny us all healthcare to get richer.
put your money toward some lesser-reported restoration and protection efforts, especially those actively being targeted by the rich.
Not to mention that Notre Dame is the cathedral of Paris owned by the Catholic Church. If they can afford episcopal residences with millions of dollars, and legal resources for predatory priests, they can afford to restore their cathedral.
I just read a Twitter post where a woman talks about her (hopefully now ex) fiance telling her he wishes she was a “teacher or a nurse who didn’t think much” and I am like.
You mean teachers, who convey information tirelessly and in a palatable, comprehensible way, to students of highly varied aptitude levels???? And nurses, who save lives, and make split second decisions about bodily functions and wellness, for 12 hour shifts?????
You mean people in those professions, who…think…like, a LOT?????
What the fuck????
I owe my life to a nurse who noticed that a doctor had made a mistake on a prescription for me and stood up to him until he double checked his work.
I *am* a teacher and my mind works nonstop. I have to do meditation before bedtime because otherwise my brain won’t let me sleep for thinking. I’ve been senior legal editor and managing legal editor. I have been a donor liaison for one of the top universities in the United States and in a couple fields, it is one of the top universities in the WORLD. Those jobs sound like a lot of thinking, right? Peanuts to the thinking teachers and nurses do every damned day.
Just found you in my inbox from three years ago. Still remember you very fondly and hope things have improved for you since we last spoke. <3 Hugs and thanks once more for all that tea, the slippery elm powder, and the beautiful blown glass cross.
You’re welcome. I’m picking up again asbest I can. Living in the Midwest now and canning, gardening, teaching the youth my stuff. Yesterday, I taught two twenty-something kids how to sort fruit, can, make jam, make jelly, make chutney, then can that stuff until food safe and shelf stable. This winter, lessons will include spinning, knitting, and crochet. Maybe rugmaking and sewing if time allows.
My mother in law gave me way too much mirabelles from her tree so I made jam with my boy and my bae ❤
How are the three of us supposed to eat all that though?
Trade. I have a peach tree. I also have access to other fruits and veggies. I’ve been canning like crazy all summer - jams, jellies, pickles, relishes, sauces. I’m not done yet.
I’ve flat out given some away to friends and family with a stern warning that failure to return jars and rings means no goodies next year. Others I’ve swapped. A friend brought me back mushrooms from her last hunt and told me where to find ones that are safe. She also is giving me a jar of bread and butter pickles. Family members gave me a jar of good honey. A bag of crabapples, pruning the tree, and so much more.
This sort of thing works best in a community that understands canning and gardening (I’m currently living in the American Midwest so people get it and some folks are actively channeling jars to me.
Give a little back to your MiL if she doesn’t already can. Give one or two as winter solstice gifts. Make a decadent cake to celebrate the harvest. Put plums between the layers and invite your friends to eat it with you.
Build community. And teach others to can so they can insist you take a jar of their first marmalade.
Just a gentle reminder
If you’re a Norse heathen and believe that “race mixing” is bad
remember that many of the gods are born from interracial pregnancies between the Aesir, Vanir, and Jotunns.
If you’re a Norse heathen and are transphobic or homophobic
remember that many of the gods will alter their forms drastically, the most notable being Loki changing into mare and being impregnated by a male horse, and later giving birth to Sleipnir
If you’re a Norse heathen and fascist
remember that vikings were largely democratic and would regularly hold votes to decide legal matters, and were incredibly accepting of other cultures
Re-blogging this for the Nazi who just started following me <3
Great post, I feel the same way @danishheathen !
If you’re a Norse heathen and believe that excluding people with disabilities is fine
remember that all deities deserve the same respect, even the disabled like for example Hödur
if you’re a Norse heathen and think being misogynist is cool
remember how Freyja would slay you, how Skadi insisted on her revenge
If you’re a Norse heathen and think people with disabilities don’t deserve the gods:
Tyr is missing a hand asshole
Time to share this again!
Wow, it finally hit 5,000 notes!
Not to mention Odin is missing an eye, and also went on transgender sexual exploits.
In any case, as far as the disabled are concerned, let’s turn to Havamal, shall we?
Now granted, people have translated Havamal in so many ways, although often the ultimate meaning is intact. Anyway, verse 71 says:
The halt can manage a horse, the handless a flock, The deaf be a doughty fighter, To be blind is better than to burn on a pyre: There is nothing the dead can do.
This may be referring specifically to warfare, but the main point is still discernable: so long as one is living, they still can play a part in this world. And let’s not forget that the book is ultimately a guide on how to be a welcoming, kind person, while not tolerating injustice (although admittedly, verse 75 is a bit sketchy, as is the distrust of women. It’s a product of its time.)
In conclusion, Nazis are asshats, and we should be kind to people except them.
Reblogging again for good points.
And among the many interracial gods, Odin and Thor themselves are mixed race, as their mothers were Jötnar (Ice Giants).
If you’re a Norse heathen and dislike transvestites, may I remind you of the time Heimdall and Loki talked Thor into wearing drag.
Multiple Gods. No Masters.
Once more with feeling, so Jojo Moyes and the gang behind “Me before you” can hear it:
The halt can manage a horse, the handless a flock, The deaf be a doughty fighter, To be blind is better than to burn on a pyre: There is nothing the dead can do.
tl;dr no you can’t use ~~mythology~~ to justify abhorrent views, you hats of rectal origin.
(even if it was accurate it would still be terrible but it’s also incorrect)
This made me think of @lady-feral.
Look, I’m a crippled brain-damaged bi guy who was born nine weeks early, after hanging/strangling on his umbilical cord. I’m an Odinsman, Study the lore, and I’ve got all the right signs for it. I’m a storyteller, writer, published poet., If you’re disabled in any way, please, understand that the Norse Gods will still welcome you to the fire.
Young and alone on a long road, Once I lost my way: Rich I felt when I found another; Man rejoices in man,
A kind word need not cost much, The price of praise can be cheap: With half a loaf and an empty cup I found myself a friend,
Not a heathen, but if any followers are…please read this…and stay away from @pagansuncensored because it is a shitshow right now
Most Norse deities are disabled. Hell, Odin, who is probably the most well known except for arguably Thor? Both disabled. Norse gods are incredibly human in that they are flawed in character and body, just like we are. So anyone who isn’t on board with accepting others but claims to follow Norse deities? I call bullshit.
If you’re using Norse symbols and you’re a white supremacist, you literally deserve Mjölnir to the face. Literally the most accepting belief system and you’re using it as a position of hate, step off your high horse and you’re weird interpretations and kindly fuck off.
Time to bring this back again.
Lets not forget the actual Vikings like, Ivar the Boneless who was born disabled and still was able to be a leader. Or How Vikings Traded with the Sami People, and the Inuits and Native Canadians long before other Europeans. They even Raided and Traded with North Africa, and in some ways more feminist in their treatment of women then we are even today.
What if the tiny house movement wasn’t just privileged white elites showing how cool they are for having less stuff and it was actually aimed at being an affordable, accessible housing option for people in real need? Wouldn’t that be grand?
on the one hand i think small housing units have already been used as a solution for homelessness, so i guess that’s one instance of the movement not being based on privilege (the privilege of wealth specifically) but i mean since people in wheelchairs (just as an eg) need more space (more structures such as ramps, wider corridors, etc) and the movement revolves around making houses as small as humanly possible (it’s there in the name), i’m not sure accessibility and the tiny house movement can be made compatible without the latter changing into something entirely different. i’d be v interested in ppl’s opinions or suggestions re: accessible tiny houses tho
Boy howdy, have you come to the right place. For context: I am paraplegic and require use of a wheelchair at all times (a manual one, in my case). I also love tiny houses and want one so bad.
There are two big differences that would be needed between an accessible tiny house and a regular tiny house: floor space and levels.
Many tiny houses have built-in furniture, which is fairly easy to navigate around when you can shimmy yourself into small spaces. In order to maximize floor space to make room for maneuvering in a chair, you’d need to forgo built-ins and maximize the use of drop-down furniture. It’s actually pretty easy to do, since fold-up or fold-down furniture just takes up wall space once it’s folded flat. As long as you’re not in the habit of leaving piles of stuff on surfaces, it would be easy going to make your tables, chairs, and counters all fold flat against the wall whenever you’re not actively using them.
The other thing tiny houses have a lot of is a multi-level set up, usually with the bed in a loft in what would normally be considered “nonfunctional” head space. Obviously that’s not going to fly for people who can’t hoist themselves up a set of stairs every time they want to take a nap. Folding is an option again here, but you can also use an automated set-up akin to a garage door. Just press “up” to raise your mattress to the ceiling (and use up that delightful spare space above), then press “down” whenever you want a little snooze. That kind of setup would be a great universal design, too, since you could raise or lower the bed to exactly the height that works for you.
For an example of a tiny house that would actually be pretty damn accessible, check out this bad boy. Open floor plan? Check. Garage door bed? Check. Fold-up surfaces? Check. Easily re-purposeable furniture? Double check, this bad boy’s a goldmine. The only downsides are the stair into the kitchen area and some heavy-looking pieces that might be tough to move around.
So just saying, but as someone with a (hidden) disability who is now widowed from someone who acquired a mobility disability, making smallish spaces accessible is totally do-able. I have been moving to smaller and smaller spaces, and while my current situation is not wheelchair accessible, I could easily move into an accessible room in the same house come next summer.
Honestly, I think the tiny house movement has overemphasized spaces that look like a stage set for "The Music Man" miniaturized. Great if you want to live in the house from American Gothic. Not so hot if you're looking to make affordable, accessible housing. All that detailing costs money, as does having to weatherproof every wall, etc.
I've lived in a tiny apartment- under 400 square feet (and yes, it could have been smaller and still worked for me and my stuff, but also sharing it with my late husband? It was as small as we wanted to go at the time. I think that tiny apartments deserve more interest, both self sufficient ones and ones that use a pod structure to share resources. Think pod style dorms with shared living room and kitchen space.
Currently, I live in a cooperative house. My bedroom is mine, and I share living room, kitchen, dining, and bathroom spaces with several housemates. We have a cooking rotation for dinners and a formal division of housekeeping tasks along with a system for dividing maintenance tasks. I have organized my room with lots of floor space and the ability to convert from social to sleeping mode. Because I pay very little rent and my food costs are kept low, I can afford to live very close to downtown where stuff happens and where I can rely on busses for transit.
“We don’t have epic space battles here on planet earth, but he (Adam Driver) said ‘A lot of kids can relate to having parents who are really devoted to like a political cause or to a business, or to their faith, their church. And that devotion sometimes makes the kids rebel against it, rebelling in this case against the actual rebellion.’“ - Anthony Breznican on how Kylo Ren is relatable
Okay so this is why I’ve had a huge, huge problem with Kylo Ren this whole time: because even in The Force Awakens, it was clear that we were supposed to blame his parents, his uncle, Snoke, literally everyone else for his turn to the dark side. And it looks like Johnson didn’t do a whole lot of work unpacking that, which is frustrating.
Ben Solo is in his early twenties, perhaps mid-twenties, when he joins Snoke officially; he is about 30 during the events of TFA. That is, frankly, way too fucking old to not be responsible for your own actions. We’ve seen this sort of thing too much in real life—Don Jr. being called a “good kid” when he’s in his late 30s comes to mind—for me to have a lot of patience for it in fiction. Plus, while the idea of a distant mother (and come on, they’re talking about Leia here, Han’s about as “devoted to the rebellion” as a cat) being a catalyst for men’s shittiness is a very, very worn-out trope, it’s not actually a valid reason to become a terrible person.
So this is the opposite of relatable—it makes me less empathetic for Kylo Ren’s struggle, which I’m sure is meant to be compelling, because I know of so, so many people who’ve had genuinely abusive and harmful and neglectful parents who are good and kind and work to make this world better. While I can very much imagine that Leia would be a tough mom to get along with, to frame Kylo Ren’s behavior as “youthful rebellion” instead of what it is, a conscious and adult choice to kill innocents in a quest for power, is to once again woobify a male character at the expense of any woman nearby.
#this is all so bizarre because some LF people clearly don’t think it’s a good excuse #notably Pablo Hidalgo who was like #‘Rey was raised by sand and didn’t become a murderer’ #like again #I can see why he’s justify it to himself like that #but as an objective explanation it just doesn’t fly (via @lehdenlaulu)
I’d love it if they used it as a way to think critically about our problem in the US with radicalized white men but it seems like they want to excuse it, not critique it. Not only do I have no sympathy for that plot line, I think we can’t afford it. We seriously cannot afford to make white male violence resulting from a feeling of neglect or marginalization more sympathetic to Americans than it already is.
“My parents cared about the welfare of other beings too much so I had no choice but to become an asshole you see. IT’S DEEP”
“We seriously cannot afford to make white male violence resulting from a feeling of neglect or marginalization more sympathetic to Americans than it already is.” <- THIS! Shitty parenting (and let’s be honest, Leia would be a tough mom, sure, and maybe Han would be a useless Dad, but neither of them would be in any way abusive, plus you cannot tell me that with all the Rebellion do-gooders around the ONLY viable, efficient and interested surrogate parent figure would be a FASCIST MURDERBEAST!) is no excuse for becoming a homocidal maniac. It’s been accepted as one for FAR too long.
These days I mostly lurk on the occasional visit to Tumblr, but this? Fuck this in particular. I have a mental illness *and* parents who are absorbed in the cause of rural healthcare. I have friends whose family were and are actively abusive. And you know what? We are not out there making the world a worse place. Meanwhile, a lot of abusers lie about how bad they had it as kids. It's bullshit.
most goblin looking goblin cat i ever seen
Cross stitch pattern for anybody else who needs to tell someone to get their nose out of your life. With special credit to sweetdreamr who helped me work out the wording.
ETA: this is in the same notebook where I made cross stitch patterns to go with Terry Pratchett’s The Last Hero, because everybody needs a cross stitch pillow reading “Eat Cold Steel Pigdog”
15 skulls shawl is finished!
From the Wilderness
I wrote this awhile ago, during my husband’s illness, before he died. Recently, I’ve seen way too much hate aimed at Loki and His devotees, so I am posting this devotional piece that, yes, is intensely personal, but also explains some of my experience of and devotion to the Bringer of Gifts and Breaker of Worlds.
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My gods are the gods of the quiet places, the wildernesses of the soul. They are the places where the sidewalk crumbles into dust under the assault of a tender blade of grass, where the mountain erodes to become the birthplace of a new forest. My gods are the ones who know pain.
Whenever someone tries to comfort me with an omnipotent god, I shiver inside at the coldness, the wicked uncaring power in the semblance of holiness. I shiver at the notion that might is right, that omnipotence is goodness, that Power is god. This Goodness could destroy me in its unrelenting certitude.
Because my gods are not omnipotent. They suffer, intimately, sometimes horribly, and yet they survive, teaching the heartbreaking lessons that the powerful never learn. For it is only from the bottom of the pit, bound screaming to the root of existance, that the lessons are given in transforming misery to strength, endurance. It is only those whose knees have scraped the harsh rocks there who know the texture of despair. No omnipotent being would know what it is to unwillingly be scraped and torn, hands bleeding, heart ripping itself to shreds from the desperation to escape.
This is not a tour, an experience to be tasted lightly, willingly, with the possibility of escape. That is several levels above. Here, Loki Silvertongue, Odin’s benchmate (Oh, yes, he once sat beside Power, but his thoughts were his own and truth has a price.) shakes, bound in his son’s entrails, shivering under the poison of another held captive, enslaved to the will of the powerful. Here, Promethius begs for the release of death, and it is always denied. Here the defeated gods whisper their secrets, give their perilous blessings to the broken tatters of a dying phoenix. Here the leftover corpse screams with the agony of rebirth. It is dangerous to allow hope here, terrible and bright, like the edge of a knife.
For here, the crystalline tears sparkle like diamonds in the light of the revealed soul. Here the flame burns through everything that can be consumed, leaving the forged soul naked in blistering revelation. Here, you will beg for relief from the unending torment. Here also, you will feel the gentle caress of Loki’s tattered, scarred lips as he whispers his mixed blessings over you, drinking your tears. Here you are the pounding rhythm of the dance, the delicate traceries of chaos and entropy entwining themselves into your blood.
Only when the last vestage has been burnt, consumed, are you light enough to ride the updraft, a cinder rising to the now unfamiliar daylight world. There, you are no longer the self who fell, for you still feel the spinning tug of destruction, the whisper soft roughness on the lips of Hoenir’s Friend, Lie-Smith and Bound one. You will always hear the haunting beauty of Orpheus’s music. And these gifts will remain in you. Some days, you will open your mouth to speak, and feel the tug of scars you can’t explain. Others, you will dance to songs only you can hear. Still others will leave you gasping for breath in the face of memory. But these are the price of the beautiful kisses from the gods of the wilderness.
