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Fun fact: According to Greek legend there was a famous prostitute who managed to avoid a death sentence by showing the judges her boobs and arguing that it would be a crime against the Gods to destroy something so beautiful.Â
Before you ask, yes there are paintings of this. And yes, theyâre amazing.
Read more.
I love history.
Role models tho.
The gay one
No, but this is one of my absolute favorite bits of history!Â
The courtesan named was named Phryne and she was indeed a renowned beauty, and was indeed was put on trial for a capital crime. And yes, the sum of her defense consisted of her stripping in court (helped by her lover/defendant) and asking the jury (all males) if they were prepared to destroy this.Â
But this is actually a very interesting case of Values Dissonance - the capital crime she was accused of was blasphemy. In Ancient Greek society, exceptional beauty was a sign of favor from the gods, and they took the idea that beauty indicated goodness with great seriousness. They even called their nobles Kaloi k'Agathoi, âthe Beautiful and the Good.âÂ
So by showing off her great physical beauty, Phryne was being very clever indeed, her argument essentially being âHow could I possibly commit blasphemy if the gods have given me this body?âÂ
God, I adore history.Â
âIf these tits are legit, you must acquit.â
Esteban Maroto
locusimperium:
A few years ago, when I was living in the housing co-op and looking for a quick cookie recipe, I came across a blog post for something called âNorwegian Christmas butter squares.â Iâd never found anything like it before: it created rich, buttery and chewy cookies, like a vastly superior version of the holiday sugar cookies Iâd eaten growing up. About a year ago I went looking for the recipe again, and failed to find it. The blog had been taken down, and it sent me into momentary panic.Â
Luckily, I remembered enough to find it on the Wayback Machine, and quickly copied it into a file that Iâve saved ever since. I probably make these cookies about once a month, and they last about five days around my voracious husband - theyâre fantastic with a cup of bitter coffee or tea. Iâm skeptical that there is something distinctively Norwegian about these cookies, but they do seem like the perfect thing to eat on a cold day.Â
Norwegian Christmas Butter Squares
1 cup unsalted butter, softened
1 egg 1 cup sugar 2 cups flour 1 tsp vanilla œ tsp salt Turbinado/ Raw Sugar for dusting
Preheat the oven to 400 degrees. Chill a 9x13âł baking pan in the freezer. Do not grease the pan.
Using a mixer, blend the butter, egg, sugar, and salt together until it is creamy. Â Add the flour and vanilla and mix using your hands until the mixture holds together in large clumps. If it seems overly soft, add a little extra flour.Â
Using your hands, press the dough out onto the chilled and ungreased baking sheet until it is even and Œ inch thick.  Dust the top of the cookies evenly with raw sugar.
Bake at 400 degrees until the edges turn a golden brown, about 12-15 minutes. Remove from the oven. Let cool for about five minutes before cutting the cooked dough into squares. Remove the squares from the warm pan using a spatula.
So I tried this recipe.
And it is GREAT.
It basically makes the platonic ideal of commercial sugar cookies, only in bar form. When I give them to people (which I do a lot, because this is one of those simple recipes where the results seem very impressive), I just tell them theyâre sugar cookie bars.
Life hack: add white chocolate chips and sea salt
I made these today for the equinox with sea salt caramel chips and they are simply amazing. Letâs see how long they last with six people in the house!
Noting for later (as we need more butter for this, and probably wonât do a grocery shopping till the weekend).
The OP version of this has become my go-to cookie for basically all things and I have a whole cohort of friends and colleagues who would murder each other to get them. Havenât tried any add ons yet, since the base recipe is SO GOOD.
That tail is batting away all those haters đ„ Â
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I sit here with the most clarity in thoughts today. Finally back into the safe crevice within the chaos once again, my true home.
Iâve compromised a lot in life, as you naturally do through life experiences, but one thing that stays completely pure in my life still is art.
Iâm the most grateful for the passion thatâs within me, it constantly fuels my desire for life.
Iâm the most grateful for all the lessons it teaches me, both the absolute euphoria and the most horrific.
Iâm the most grateful for this ability to connect with others, since Iâm the worst in just about all the other ways.
It lightens my worst weakness and I know it stands by me and will continue to do so, so long as Iâm equally as truthful and loyal to it.
I may never be truly happy in life, but that somehow makes me feel the happiest.
Iâm happy to be able to experience the struggles in life, it pushes me to strive toward the illusion that is that idea of âhappinessâ.
In reality, reaching happiness would simultaneously be reaching the peak of my unhappiness.
Thatâs okay. Iâve never liked idling in reality for too long, anyway.
I got no strings so I have fun Iâm not tied up to anyone Theyâve got strings But you can see There are no strings on me
(crop of âIâve Got No Strings,â 2020)
the plague: stay inside
everyone: i must bake Bread, immediately
maybe if there was any fucking yeast on the shelves at the grocery store!!
yeast recipe: mix flour and water into a somewhat liquid. cover, leave on counter. Every day, add a spoonful of flour to the mix, occasionally water if it gets too thick. When the mixture begins to bubble, yeast is active. Keep in fridge, use as much as you need in recipe, literally the yeast left on the edges of the container are enough to make more yeast. Keep feeding it every day :)
Not a joke - this is how you make bread starter for sourdough, and how people worldwide make bread at home to this day.
The wild yeast found in flour and in the air of your home can be cultivated by just.... leaving wet flour paste and a sprinkle of sugar out as free real estate.
Yeast moves in, you feed it a bit more every day, and thatâs a bread starter!
Mine is about two months old and going strong. Some bakeries pride themselves in having bread starters over a century old. The wild yeast gives bread a complexity and depth of flavor that gives sourdough itâs iconic flavor.
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When the yeast is hungry it starts to smell like wine or acetone.
When itâs eating well and happy, it smells like vinegar and fresh bread.
Keeping it cold slows its metabolism, so you can put it in the fridge if you donât make bread every day.
In the fridge you only have to feed it every 2 days or so. Left out at room temperature, you have to feed, and take a piece off for baking every day.
Yeast is killed at temps over 85 degrees Fahrenheit, but it can withstand short periods of being frozen, so the cold fridge is fine.
As long as you have flour on-hand, itâs basically infinite ready-to-bake bread.
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So far Iâve used my bread starter, mixed it with flour and water, and made:
Dumplings (rolled dough flat and stuffed with minced veggies)
Bread loaves (duh)
Fried dough balls
Elephant ears (that cinnamon-sugar â€ïž)
Pizza crust
Plus eggs and butter = cakey bread
i never knew this! thatâs so cool
Diogo Saito
It is not the prettiest but here is a little chart I made of skin tones.
The idea is to eye-drop anywhere on the chart to get a unique skin tone instead of getting stuck in the loop of âwhite, tan, darkâ.
GUYS I FOUND THE FLESH CLOUD
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Tysm OP!!!
6 years later and i still use this goddamn flesh cloud for picking out skin colours
HAIL THE MIGHTY FLESH CLOUD
!!!! FLESH CLOUD
Floud?
f l o u dÂ
F L O U D :0
All Hail the Flesh Cloud
All Hail
ALL HAIL THE MIGHTY FLESH CLOUD
All hail the mighty floud
I literally searched on Pinterest for this awhile ago since I canât do skin tones. so thank for the mighty floud
I FOUND THE FLESH CLOUD AGAIN
Esther Limones
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Hi, I read that you've dealt with with impostor syndrome in the past, and I'm really struggling with that right now. I'm in a good place and my friends are going through a lot, and I'm struggling to justify my success to myself when such amazing people are unhappy. I was wondering if you have any tips to feel less like this and maybe be kinder to myself, but without hurting anyone around me. It's a big ask, I know, but any help would make my life a lot less stressful
The best help I can offer is to point you to Amy Cuddyâs book, Presence. She talks about Imposter Syndrome (and interviews me in it) and offers helpful insight.
The second best help might be in the form of an anecdote. Some years ago, I was lucky enough invited to a gathering of great and good people: artists and scientists, writers and discoverers of things. And I felt that at any moment they would realise that I didnât qualify to be there, among these people who had really done things.
On my second or third night there, I was standing at the back of the hall, while a musical entertainment happened, and I started talking to a very nice, polite, elderly gentleman about several things, including our shared first name. And then he pointed to the hall of people, and said words to the effect of, âI just look at all these people, and I think, what the heck am I doing here? Theyâve made amazing things. I just went where I was sent.â
And I said, âYes. But you were the first man on the moon. I think that counts for something.â
And I felt a bit better. Because if Neil Armstrong felt like an imposter, maybe everyone did. Maybe there werenât any grown-ups, only people who had worked hard and also got lucky and were slightly out of their depth, all of us doing the best job we could, which is all we can really hope for.
(Thereâs a wonderful photograph of the Three Neils even if one of us was a Neal at http://journal.neilgaiman.com/2012/08/neil-armstrong.html)
Reblogging, as perhaps someone needs this.