[littlesoybean]

I can't stop thinking about that one article from a few years about a neurodivergent guy who committed suicide because of his struggles. That was a white guy, so what chance does a South Asian in this country have? Maybe we really aren't meant to survive.

[thememedaddy]

[catchymemes]

[needleslace]

It was here.

[mindblowingscience]

A Treatment For Malaria Could Have a Surprising Effect on PCOS

For a condition that affects at least one in ten women of reproductive age and is a leading cause of female infertility worldwide, we unders

For a condition that affects at least one in ten women of reproductive age and is a leading cause of female infertility worldwide, we understand surprisingly little about polycystic ovary syndrome (PCOS). At present, treatment for the condition focuses largely on managing specific symptoms. Now a pilot clinical study led by Fudan University in China has found a pharmaceutical used to treat malaria shows promise as a PCOS treatment, shrinking oversized follicles and returning regularity to some participants' periods.

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[always-rolling-my-eyes]

Some alternative ways to decide the Presidency which I honestly think would be more efficient than whatever the hell this debate is:

[yesterdaysprint]

The San Francisco Examiner, California, February 25, 1935

[flaneuriste]

Sometimes I think humankind hasn’t changed at all. 

[drcrowdpleaser]

WHAT IS “DOES”?

[baddywronglegs]

The average man who gets enough sleep doesn’t write the sentence “What is “does”?“

[skyepatridge]

Dropping this here for anyone who may not already know about it. paywallreader.com

[sunbathe]

eveuee

[generaljenobi-deactivated202411]

[only-tiktoks]

[sailermoon]

damned if you’re employed damned if you’re not

[littlesouthernwolfe-deactivated]

[explorerrowan]

I already knew, but it's nice to have a chart.

[audrey-hepbae]

Well I didn’t know that chipotle was a raisin jalapeño

[stephanemiroux]

[kamari3]

i was today years old when i found out "chipótle" was spanish for "jalapeños pepper raisen"

[garbage-empress]

human ribcage

[byoldervine]

Foreshadowing Ideas

• Character themes/motifs. I’ve heard of one writer who tries to give each character their own theme for similes, metaphors, descriptions, etc so there’s like a theme to the way they’re portrayed. You could use that to foreshadow notable secrets about the character that will later be revealed, or if at any point they’re disguised then you can use that to tip off the reader that they have the same motifs and so might be related/the same person

• Tiny details hidden in lists. Say the MC was trying to work out the identity of a bad guy, who we know was wearing a red shirt on the day of a big bad event. A few chapters later, MC is checking around their best friend’s room to find them, with the place its usual mess with discarded takeaway boxes, the bed unmade, a red shirt left on the floor that could use a good sweep. The red shirt might not click with all the readers, but those who register it upon their first read will eat it up

• Inconsistent behavioural patterns. Once we have a good idea of what a character is like, having them act out of character can set off alarm bells and make us question what’s occurred to make them act this way. Let the other characters register it too, if it’s reasonable that they would, but let them ultimately brush it off quite quickly to keep it subtle. Or just call it right out, whichever you prefer

• Unreliable narrators. Let one character say one thing and a second character say another, even if they both ultimately agree on the same thing but get one or two small details wrong. Ideally do this two or three times in order for the reader to know it’s not just a mistake in the plot but an intentional inconsistency, but even if it’s only done once and it’s taken as a mistake it’ll still slot together like puzzle pieces in the end and they’ll be kicking themself for dismissing it

• In-universe red herrings. If you’re going to add red herrings as foreshadowing, it’s helpful if the red herring aligns with the intentions of someone person aware of the upcoming plot twist who’s trying to control the narrative. Say the plot twist was the reveal of a mysterious character’s identity to be the best friend of the MC, the best friend might have deliberately thrown the MC off their scent by planting suspicions in the MC’s mind that a different character was the mysterious character’s identity all along. This is less about foreshadowing the actual reveal, of course, but rereads will be a punch to the gut when everyone realises that all this misinformation and red herring business came from someone trying to cover their own ass rather than coming from misunderstandings or multiple other random sources

[seriedesiluetas]

published in the brooklyn rail (2021)

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Transcription:

I translate the names of boys killed in Gaza Ghinwa Jawhari

In the city of poets, there is a boy with a stone He is the guardian, lion-hearted and small, the stone half of his palm His palm half of mine. The land scorched by naked sun The blue of the sky lightens his eyes. In the city of poets, there is a boy with a stone. We call him Hydar, which means lion, which means brave We call him Khadir which means goodness We call him Ahmad which means commendable We call him Rashad which means good judgement In the city of poets, the boy with a stone can visit his family in el-Quds, which means Jerusalem. He picks oranges and lemons with his grandfather on an orchard as long as his small boy body can see. He fills a basket with vibrant fruit for his mother He doesn't drop the stone We call him Riyad which means gardens We call him Seeraj, which means light We call him Mazen, which means cloud We call him Sa'ad which means happiness We call him Basim, which means the one who smiles

He is always smiling. On his shoulders, he holds his sister up to a branch she can't reach and they both fall, laughing, to the soft red earth that's known them & fed them in every past life. He leads her back home, where their mother bakes bread. He holds her hand. He doesn't drop the stone We call him Mehdi, which means rightly guided We call him Amir which means prince We call him Alaa which means nobility We call him Slayman, which means man of peace We call him Mustafa, which means chosen one In the city of poets, there is a boy with a stone. At school he memorizes verses from Darwish, Samih Al-Qasem, Fadwa Tuqan. Midday, outside, the sun overhead warms his small body as he kicks a ball to other small boys like him. In each of their hands, there is a stone We call him Hani, which means carefree & happy We call him Tariq, which means morning star We call him Salah, which means peace We call him Bahaa' which means brilliance We call him Marwan, which means stone In the city of poets, the boy sleeps in a bedroom with his brother. On the walls there are posters of soccer players and musicians. His parents smoke and laugh downstairs

with their neighbors. Outside the only noises are from crickets, the carpet of stars above them lights the angles of his brothers' face, his future face. Even in sleep, they don't drop the stone We call him Saleem which means safe and secure We call him Hazem which means determined We call him Omar, which means long-lived We call him Khalid, which means endless, eternal In the city of poets, a tank waits for him, an army behind, flanked by a police brigade, glazed in impenetrable armor. Over his home, the deafening whine of an airstrike. The boy will wake on this day, his stone in hand, his hand clutched like a heart at the moment of flight, our guardian. And we will call him Shaheed, which means martyr.

[suffer-rosa]

[soracities]

Julia Armfield, from "The Great Awake" [ID in ALT]

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