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I love this post especially the rat part
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what do you mean there are exactly zero rats i. this post
@rat-detector-24
Give someone a fish and you feed them for possibly less than a single meal, up to several days, depending on the size of the fish; then, teach them to fish and they can continue to feed themselves until scurvy sets in—that is, assuming fishing is allowed where they are, because otherwise the authorities will come by and stop them.
Everything I write ends up turning into an exercise in imagining a world wherein every single person puts other people first because I see it happen often enough to know it's within the realm of possibility
I am a flight attendant. (I feel the need to specify this because the last time one of my work-related posts left my little neighborhood on here, many people forgot how context clues work.) Last week, a flight I was working had one of the strangest delays I've ever seen. The flight from Philly to Detroit generally takes about 1.5 to 2 hours. We were roughly 30 minutes from Detroit when the plane ran out of gas and we had to make a pit stop in the middle of Ohio. (Other things happened that led to us running out of gas but they aren't important.)
The plane was full. Almost 100 people, everyone tired from a long day of traveling, which is already a stressful experience. And now we're all stuck in the middle of Ohio, a place no one ever wants to be, with no clue as to when we might finally reach our destination. I had already done the drink service and essentially worked a 1.5 hour flight, which is tiring, and the passengers are all tired as well. Everyone's hot and sweaty and uncomfortable, squished together in a huge metal tube, baking in the sun. All of the ingredients were there to make this a shitty day. We ended up sitting on the ground for another hour and a half before we could fly the last 30 minutes. A 2 hour flight turned into 4. And it was one of the best flights I've ever worked.
Sitting the closest to my jumpseat in the back row of the plane were: a customer service rep for my airline on her way to a funeral; an 11 year old unaccompanied minor (kid flying alone); a 20 year old auditioning for a radio show; and a young new dad traveling for the first time with his infant daughter. Even before we'd left Philly, there was a little sense of comraderie, the kind you get whenever you're sharing an experience as a group. But the moment it became apparent that our "pit stop" was going to take much longer than anticipated, we suddenly became a group of survivors in some apocalypse movie--but instead of getting suspicious of each other, we played games and passed out pretzels.
When I tell yall we literally had some of the most fun I've ever had on a flight...the 11 year old girl was a chatterbox and funny as hell. At one point I gave her the phone and she started telling jokes over the intercom. The customer service rep took care of her while I helped the other passengers. We found out about the 20 year old's audition, and I gave him the phone next so he could practice his intros. We all took turn holding the baby (8 months and so well behaved!) and of course every mom gave the dad some advice. My other flight attendant and I quizzed everyone on the safety demo, with anyone who remembered the answers winning extra snacks. There were two people celebrating birthdays, so we all sang and clapped. 100 people (loudly, and very badly) singing happy birthday for two strangers. A woman in first class had an emotional support dog, and we all took turns holding him too.
I'd already done a beverage service on our way to Detroit, but the pilots said the route given to us would add another hour to our flight, so I decided to do a second one. Except, only three rows in, the captain made an announcement: he'd worked his magic and gotten us some short cuts. We would now be landing in Detroit in 15 minutes. I now had to do a full beverage service in about 10 minutes (this is impossible). I don't know what my face looked like, but the passengers must have been able to tell. They all leapt into action. Two of them went down the aisle collecting drink orders, and then carried drinks to the others as I poured like I was in the fast and furious series, if they were about pouring soda instead of stealing cars. We got everyone served within 7 minutes. When we landed, everyone cheered. We knew each other's names. Many people had exchanged numbers. I know a handful had plans to carpool.
At the end of that trip, I was talking to my roommate (also a flight attendant) and mentioned the 1.5 hour onboard delay. He said "God, that must have sucked." He was shocked when I said it really, really didn't.
"that's what's so frustrating about how much the world sucks you get moments of grace you get glimpses into how good we all are when we try it carries you through the dark times but it doesn't answer the fucking question of why the fuck are we having so many dark times"
Holy shit those tags are raw
yes all of this
we *care* for each other, deep down. we want others to have a good day, to have a good life… and that's how humanity got so successful as a species.
the selfish jerks are a minority. don't let them decide for everyone.
Those humble but ubiquitous dandelions are overlooked and underrated jewels, as beautiful as they are helpful. This is the untold truth of d
I wrote a thing about dandelions! 🌼 Here are some of the fun little factoids I dug up:
There are around 2800 microspecies of dandelion.
There are native species of dandelion across the northern hemisphere, including several species from North America, like the horned dandelion and the California dandelion.
European dandelions are considered an invasive species, but they aren't harmful. Once a damaged ecosystem has been repaired, dandelions tend to disappear.
Conservation efforts are needed for some indigenous dandelions, so they don't go extinct!
Dandelions are probably the most nutritious thing growing in your garden.
Dandelions have been used in traditional medicine for centuries, and scientific studies have confirmed some of their medicinal properties.
Dandelions are only considered "weeds" because of lawns.
Growing dandelions will help other plants in your garden. Their roots break up compacted soil and draw up nutrients too deep for other plants to reach.
Horticulturalists once bred dandelions as garden flowers.
They're just really pretty, let's be honest 💛
Elon wyd
I genuinely wish I could see inside Musk’s head or at least get an explanation for how he was thinking his plans would work out.
Like it’s clear now he is fantastically out of touch with reality but I still really wanna know like, to what degree. Did he think people would accept his ultimatum? Did he genuinely think it would only take like 300 people to keep Twitter running?
I was an intern at SpaceX years ago, back it when it was a much smaller company — after Elon got hair plugs, but before his cult of personality was in full swing. I have some insight to offer here.
Back when I was at SpaceX, Elon was basically a child king. He was an important figurehead who provided the company with the money, power, and PR, but he didn’t have the knowledge or (frankly) maturity to handle day-to-day decision making and everyone knew that. He was surrounded by people whose job was, essentially, to manipulate him into making good decisions.
other people’s YouTube recommendations: FAR RIGHT FOX NEWS CRITICAL RACE GENDER IDEOGRAMS BLAH BLAH BLAH
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Is it a coincidence that the same month is designated for growing a mustache, speed-writing a novel, and avoiding orgasm? I wonder if the last one is required for either of the first two to be successful.
For October: “jeepers, creepers, and nonbinary peepers”
What if “High Elves” is a mistranslation, and they’re really just “Tall Elves”?
This is Francis Kéré, an architect from Burkina Faso and at least in my eyes, the patron saint of "afro solar punk". He builds using local, sustainable materials, and uses the education he received in Germany to improve on traditional methods already known. His first project was a school in his home village, built to enable other children to receive an education like he once was. The school has a self-cooling mechanism that does not require AC and was built cost effectively together with the community. This year he won the Pritzker Prize. You know what, just watch his TED Talk, I highly recommend it.
Pet peeve #291: People who say “Papa New Guinea”
Why did I never until today think of looking up what ranch dressing is made of?
Ranch dressing is an American salad dressing usually made from buttermilk, salt, garlic, onion, mustard, herbs (commonly chives, parsley and dill), and spices (commonly pepper, paprika and ground mustard seed) mixed into a sauce based on mayonnaise or another oil emulsion. Sour cream and yogurt are sometimes used in addition to, or as a substitute for, buttermilk and mayonnaise.
Main ingredients
Mayonnaise
sour cream
buttermilk
salt
black pepper
garlic
onion
chives
parsley
dill
In the heat of battle, photographer Horace Bristol captured one of the most unique and erotic photos of WWII.
Bristol photographed a young crewman of a US Navy “Dumbo” PBY rescue mission, manning his gun after having stripped naked and jumped into the water of Rabaul Harbor to rescue a badly burned Marine pilot. The Marine was shot down while bombing the Japanese-held fortress of Rabaul.
“…we got a call to pick up an airman who was down in the Bay. The Japanese were shooting at him from the island, and when they saw us they started shooting at us. The man who was shot down was temporarily blinded, so one of our crew stripped off his clothes and jumped in to bring him aboard. He couldn’t have swum very well wearing his boots and clothes. As soon as we could, we took off. We weren’t waiting around for anybody to put on formal clothes. We were being shot at and wanted to get the hell out of there. The naked man got back into his position at his gun in the blister of the plane.”
“And well, there was his butt, and I had a camera. I mean I AM a historian.”
That is the BEST EVER quote about the nature of historians I’ve ever seen
There’s something I love about nudity in old photography. Like, this could be any point in time. This could have been taken two days ago. Clothing is such a time stamp that can create such huge distances between a subject and observer but stripping that away (quite literally) reminds us that people throughout history were just that, people, and not merely a distant snapshot of the past.
Also, butts.
The phrase “synthwave Brexit” randomly popped into my head the other day, and I’ve been trying to figure out how to picture it ever since.
Sweet and gooey? In the kitchen? Without nuts?
A new book by David Wengrow and the late David Graeber is a brilliant rejection of the fatalistic myths of human history — and a defense of our power to shape our own world.
Origin myths the world over have a basic psychological effect: regardless of their scientific validity, they have the sly power of justifying existing states of affairs, while simultaneously contouring one’s sense of what the world might look like in the future. Modern capitalist society has built itself upon two variants of one such myth.
As one story goes, life as primitive hunter-gatherers was “nasty, brutish and short” until the invention of the state allowed us to flourish. The other story says that in a childlike state of nature, humans were happy and free, and that it was only with the advent of civilization that “they all ran headlong to their chains.”
These are two variants of the same myth because they both assume an unilinear historical trajectory, one that begins from simple egalitarian hunter-gatherer bands and ends with increasing social complexity and hierarchy. They also nurture a similar fatalistic perspective on the future: whether we go with Hobbes (the first) or Rousseau (the second), we are left with the idea that the most we can do to change our current predicament is, at best, a bit of modest political tinkering. Hierarchy and inequality are the inevitable price to pay for having truly come of age.
Both versions of the myth picture the human past as a primordial soup of small bands of hunter-gatherers, lacking in vision and critical thought, and where nothing much happened until we embarked on the process that, with the advent of agriculture and the birth of cities, culminated in the modern Enlightenment.
What makes David Graeber and David Wengrow’s The Dawn of Everything an instant classic is its comprehensive scientific demolition of this myth — what they call “the Myth of the Stupid Savage.” Not a shred of archaeological evidence tells us that the picture of the human past is remotely close to what the foundational myth suggests.
when god closes a door i lock it
we’re stuck in here together bitch what now
And neither of them was ever seen again.