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OK Tumblr Geriatric Ward, let’s talk about your posture-
there are things you should be doing now to prevent yourself from starting to look like 🥀
Why does it matter? Future you would like to avoid the pain, limited motion, and fall risk that goes along with worsening posture.
What’s the focus?
1. Keep the flexibility in your spine
2. Stretch the muscles in the front
3. Strengthen the muscle in the back
Here are some simple things you can do daily while sitting and when you get up to go into the bathroom or the kitchen
Keep the flexibility by doing these repeated movements: 10 repetitions several times a day
The goal is to give yourself a double or triple chin. Keep your nose pointing forward, don’t let it tip up or down
Thoracic extension- use a chair with a seat back that comes up to the level of your shoulder blades. Try to bend back over the top of the chair without arching away from the seat back and without extending your neck. If the pressure from the top of the chair is uncomfortable you can place a towel there
Stretch the muscles in the front by using a door frame. This one will feel good afterwards
If this isn’t enough of a stretch you can do one side at a time. If you have the right arm up step forward with the right foot and turn slightly to the left. Then do it on the other side.
Strengthen the muscles in the back by squeezing your shoulder blades together for a count of 10 and then repeating 10 times. You can do this several times a day Hint: Don’t lift your shoulder blades up
There are lots more exercises for strengthening your back muscles but this is a good starting point and easy to do. I like doing it while driving
Tips:
Do the best you can
If it hurts stop
Envision future you saying thank you each time you do one of the exercises
NOTE: I can do most of these with the cerebral palsy. In fact, a lot of these little exercises are automatically part of my physical therapy. My problem is I already have hyperlordosis, spine arthritis, and cervicogenic headache. These have helped me at least try to have a posture.
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That post I made over new years had people at my THROAT for saying I only buy real leather. Sorry I really do think that wearing textured plastic that will fall apart in under 5 years and go on to irreparably poison the environment is the worse option here.
if you look into the mushroom leather or apple leather or cactus leather or any other plant-based alternatives, they're all still about 50-75% polyurethane. They'll still fall apart fast and then they wont decompose except into microplastics. They're just not sustainable. I thrift pretty much all my leather garments and some of them are 30 years old and still hold up like they're new. Like there's no contest.
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Okay, new cleaning strategy.
Bad at self-discipline, good at acts of love through service. So I'm gonna clean my house pretending it is the house of someone I love who's been too depressed to clean. She's gonna be so surprised.
I cleared the whole counter that hasn't had space to set a plate down in weeks, at least, so it would be easier for her to cook instead of just eating snacks. I put away everything on the sofa that wasn't a blanket or stuffed animal so she could stretch out if she wanted. I SWEPT and everything looks less lighter and less grungy. There were a bunch of sewing pins spilled to one side of the coffee table that I still hadn't picked up because whatever, I'll get to it, nobody ever walks on that side of the table anyway, but I picked them up because I was worried about her feet.
...I should be a good friend to myself more often.
Okay since this is going around a bit today and everyone's adding their very sweet nice versions while I am spending my day off once again Cleaning For My Sad Friend, I wanna add to this a little bit.
my usual method has been to invite people over so I Have to clean, but this has... stopped working. mostly because it is KIND OF guilt and shame motivated, for me! I don't want my friends to see my house like this, so I have to clean, but then I just feel gross about it and it saps my energy.
turns out it is imperative that this is 1) not my mess and 2) not for me. Because if it's my mess, I just end up thinking how did I let it get like this, why can't I just keep my house clean, and if it's for me once all the bad feelings bog me down I inevitably go eh, it's good enough, it's better than it was, I can live like this.
If it is someone else's mess, I'm not judging them for a second. I look at it and think damn, they're going through it. This must be rough to live around. And every time I feel like stopping I look at what's left and think nah, this isn't good enough for my friend, they deserve a better head start on their mental health than this.
This probably says concerning things about my self-compassion, but hey! easier to work on that part in a clean house.
not to sound like a weak, morally impure centrist over here, but i think online leftist communities need to be a little more accepting of the concept that most people are just. not that well informed. we live in a society that provides access to an overwhelming amount of information and yet which discourages actually diving into much beyond the surface level. Most of the people you meet out in the world are just not gonna know much about a lot of what you care about, but that's not the same as being against those things, or being unwilling to learn, or being unnamenable to those ideas. Our modern society is an unending cascade of information and misinformation and disinformation and filtering through that shit enough to actually have a solid grasp of a subject, let alone a nuanced antiestablishment political take, is a skill that takes time and effort to develop, time and effort that is in very short supply. It really bothers me when I see leftists talk about how capitalism keeps us down by taking up all our time and energy and making recovery, both physical and emotional, cost what little we can afford, and then turn around and get upset that people are politically uninformed. On some level, you gotta meet some people where they are, and have a little faith in them to be open to new ideas and information. Ignorance is not inherently intentional, and it's not the same as antipathy.
One of the things entering the work place has taught me is that the average person knows next to nothing about trans people, but IS NOT TRANSPHOBIC.
They don't know what I mean when I say Dead name but they understand that I wanna be called by my preferred name. I don't even have to ask them to use that on my id. Going to the bathroom? Someone might mistake me for a man and say "oh that's the wrong one" but they apologize when they realise I'm trans. Again, no hatred there, just their (failed) attempt to prevent an embarrassing moment.
The world is not as transphobic as transphobes want us to believe. Sure they're annoyingly fucking loud but the loudest voices aren't always the popular ones. And showing patience and understanding to others often does so much more good then expecting people to just know things. Colleague doesn't understand certain terms I use? I explain them happily and answer questions. Or I direct them somewhere that can. Rewarding curiosity but not punishing people for not knowing is an important part of raising awareness and spreading knowledge. We all started of not knowing things and it wasn't punishment that pushed us to stage we reached today.
Yes, this. A lot of people--not everyone, but a lot, and way more than are actively hostile--are well-meaning but clueless, and another big chunk are carrying some unexamined biases and misconceptions, which they would be open to re-thinking. Jumping down these people's necks does not help.
Yes, as a marginalized person, it is never your responsibility to educate these people, and much less to educate any specific one of them at any given moment.
But somebody has to. They aren't going to just wake up one day and suddenly know how much they don't know, and have good ideas about where to start finding out.
So when you encounter such a person, you probably should give a little thought to whether it's a good time to take your turn being the one to do Trans 101 or whatever it is.
You don't have to! Especially not if it's a bad time for you, or the person has personally hurt you, or any other specific reason. But somebody should, and you're somebody, so probably at least once in a while you're going to be the one who's in the right place at the right time.
I truly believe we could fix so many problems if the world wasn’t making us all so dang tired
for some reason, "you can just do an art project" unlocked a realization that "you can just make art" wasn't able to access.
like yeah i know i can set aside an afternoon and sketch a still life.
but also i can, like. select a random marine creature from a hat and then research them and then spend a bit of time in the evenings and weekends over the course of a few weeks making a diorama.
or i can make an abstract sculpture out of scrap cardboard and masking tape, and then paper mache over it, and then paint it.
or i can draw something with markers and color it in with crayons.
i dunno why it took me so long to realize that, in the same way that i can revisit the games and hobbies that i enjoyed as a kid, and i can orchestrate "presentation parties" so my friends and i can flex our slideshow animation skills, i can also Make Art, Grade School Style (and not just Grownup Art/School Style)
My step mom unironically does this with her friends. They call it art club. They're in their 60s
oh god sudden thought
so as per various DC social media concepts Clark has a Superman twitter where he posts left-leaning but fairly safe & tame stuff e.g. happy pride from Superman. Clark Kent also has his own twitter account where he posts his actual opinion.
what happens if uh. what happens if he forgets which account he's logged into.
scenario 1: what's clearly an official Superman post pops up on some rando journalist's twitter and is noticed before he can delete it. leads to controversy when people conclude that Superman has hired this Clark Kent person to do his social media. Clark now has to deal w the fact that everyone thinks he's Superman's social media manager. employers at the Daily Planet very confused as to why he didn't tell them about his side gig
scenario 2: world wakes up to Superman tweeting about how he hates the police
Scenario 2: “world wakes up to Superman tweeting about how he hates the police” and then the Shazam twitter account starts agreeing with him and that’s how the world finds out that two of the most powerful heros both hate the police
Billy, seeing what Superman just tweeted: oh cool we're allowed to say fuck the police now!!
Someone tweets if Bruce Wayne pays taxes, and Bruce accidentally replies with his Batman account with a simple "Yes", so people start to think that besides beating up villains, Batman also spends his time staring menacingly at billionaires while they fill their taxes to make sure there's no creative accounting going on
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Incredible, thank you!
Queer as in an "identity is fluid and descriptors can be imprecise so I prefer a more general term" sort of way but also queer in a "What are you, a cop?" sort of way.
Some incredible replies in the tags.
Bringing this post back specifically with a bunch of the tags that people have shared that I love.
And I'll add some more.
And, one more:
I also would like to know what my gender and sexuality is, weatherboy, but here we fucking are.
how do you do, fellow Creatives™
ok I’m curious so put in the tags what country you are from and whether or not you own/use a rice cooker
@dduane’s tags:
don’t need a separate rice cooking appliance
as our household already has @petermorwood
who makes absolutely perfect rice every time
one of his many superpowers
:)
…oh yeah:
Ireland
Heh.
We’ve got a small enough kitchen that getting an air fryer / slow cooker / bread machine / rice cooker have all been considered, then abandoned for lack of space.
TBH, they’re also not needed.
We don’t deep-fry stuff often enough to need a dedicated device (the long-ago deep fryer was used just twice in 12 months, after which it was carefully cleaned and passed on to a charity shop); our oven has a slow cook setting; we make bread with a mixer or processor and that oven; I do the rice.
I searched “Why use a rice cooker” and got more or less the same info from several different sources. The writer of this Huffpost article said:
I tried cooking rice over the stove and ended up with a soggy mess, then tried making it with an Instant Pot and got uncooked grains. … Instead of having to boil water over the stove, stir in the rice, cover it and simmer (all while keeping your eye on a timer), all you have to do is put the rice and water in the cooking pot, place it in the cooker, and press a button. There’s no need to peek under the lid to make sure your heat isn’t too high or low, or worry about babysitting a pot to keep the rice at the bottom from burning.
This is from Tom’s Guide:
Anyone who cooks rice regularly knows it can often be tricky to get it right each time. Much like a science, if the water levels in the pot are not precise, or the stove temperature is not adjusted carefully, you’ll end up with either soggy, crunchy or worse still, burnt rice. … After all, who has time to stand by a pot of boiling rice, constantly stirring, and having to scrub it clean at the end?
Here’s my response.
I get it right every time.
Once, very early on, I ended up with soggy rice, but I’ve never had crunchy or burnt rice.
I don’t have to stand by the pot constantly stirring, in fact my method doesn’t involve doing either.
I don’t have to peek under the lid, in fact my method says Don’t Do That.
I don’t have to keep an eye on the timer, it’s got a loud beep.
My saucepan is as easily cleaned as the pot of a rice cooker.
Here’s my method:
Put 2 containers of water in a saucepan & bring to the boil (control dial Full On).
Add 1 same-size container of rice, stir, return to the boil.
Reduce to low simmer (turn control dial to one stop up from Off), cover and wait 12 minutes.
Do Not Peek.
Preheat oven to 120°C. This is optional, see (7)
After 12 minutes, check if water is absorbed.
If it’s all absorbed, fluff the rice with a fork, cover again & transfer the saucepan to the heated oven for about 30 minutes. Turn the oven off; residual heat is enough. Rice CAN be eaten straight away, the oven stage just improves things from Great to Excellent.
If it isn’t all absorbed, put the lid back and wait about 2-3 more minutes, then continue as (7).
I’ve been cooking white long-grain and Basmati rice this way for years, and It Always Works. Conclusion: even if we had room for a rice cooker, we don’t need one.
More Here.
A Lot More Here.
…I just wanted to take a moment to reblog this (before also finding space for it on the Mind Palate site) as it’s the last thing Peter ever cooked for the two of us before he left our kitchen for the very last time.
I just made it myself for the first time (because I never had to do it before. He always did it). And it worked perfectly. Because of course it would. After all, this is Peter we’re talking about.
Later on, when the rice is cold enough, I’ll make Maki’s fabulous Perfect Fried Rice In A Frying Pan recipe. P. always liked that one.
fake relationship but its a king and his concubine that was once an amazing soldier but he couldn’t go up the ranks for whatever reason so the king was like listen. hear me out. you can be my strategy dude. u just gotta be okay w walking around shirtless a lot. and soldier dude is like man that’s an UPSIDE and yknow they end up falling in love
some idiot advisor: I can’t believe his majesty lets his boytoy attend these council meetings, it’s an insult to the noble institutions that uphold our nation, it’s an outrage—
a somewhat smarter advisor: you’re just mad bc he pointed out how dumb your naval attack strategy and no one laughed when you made a mean joke about him
Boytoy has gone from a top fighter who was well respected but in constant danger to wearing silks and eating grapes on daises. That fucked up rotator cuff was the best thing to ever happen to him
Bonus points: at least half the other concubines are experts in assorted fields, the monarch brings them to relevant meetings to both play up a reputation for frivolity, and make sure at least one person there doesn’t have an outside agenda.
my harem?
did you mean: my chief strategic advisors
The kingdom is an absolute monarchy but the harem has become a secret meritocracy. The nobles and official advisors kind of side-eye His Majesty because wow some of these consorts must have like…really good personalities. Kings of the past have had their own specific tastes of course; size, shape, age, color, et cetera. More than one ruler has interviewed consorts feet first and Ardwin the Adventurous’s obsession - God rest him - with snuffling armpits like a sow rooting for mushrooms is well known despite never being alluded to in polite company.
The worst part of it is that the new king takes at least part of his harem with him everywhere and it’s so embarrassing. The Counselors of War have never once met with His Divine Majesty without that hulking battle-scarred consort interrupting with muttered growls or scornful snorts. And the Ministers of Finance all flinch at the sight of that fox-faced one, rumored to have been rescued from the gallows because His Augustness took a fancy to his eyes or some such nonsense. General petition days are even worse, with practically the entire harem drifting in and out of the Grand Hall in turns, insouciant and smug like granary cats who know they’ve been given full run of the courtyards and barns.
It’s absolutely infuriating that the kingdom has never before known such a period of peace and prosperity under this ridiculous monarch.
It has not yet occurred to anyone that, perhaps, his highness has a competence kink.
It will, eventually, and at least a few people are going to be embarrassed it didn’t occur to them sooner.
“Well, you won’t be catching the king’s eye,” becomes an entirely different sort of insult than foreigners tend to assume.
Over time 90s music will get boiled down to just cheap nostalgia for boy bands. This is disgusting. How dare you erase the year where everyone was inexplicably super into Gregorian Chants
"Wait were they reall-"
IMAGINE A WORLD WHERE TIME DRIFTS SLOWLY A WORLD WHERE MUSIC CARRIES YOU AWAY EXPERIENCE PURE MOODS, THE PERFECT SOUNDTRACK FOR YOUR WAY OF LIFE DIRECT FROM EUROPE THIS MULTI-PLATINUM COLLECTION HAS WON THE HEARTS OF MILLIONS SET ADRIFT WITH THE TIMELESS PLEASURES OF TUBULAR BELLS OR TAKE A TRIP INTO THE UNKNOWN WITH THE X-FILES THEME NO OTHER COLLECTION GIVES YOU THE FEELING OF PURE MOODS
YouTube has a playlist for this!!!
Here is the entire tracklist for Pure Moods, a wonderful and totally beautiful compilation album from the dawn of the contemporary New-age m
I OWN ALL THESE ALBUMS
And Celtic music. Between Riverdance and Titanic Celtic music was huge in the late 90s to the point that Loreena McKennitt was charting on Billboard:
My family were the Gregorian and Loreena McKennitt family btw.
fake relationship but its a king and his concubine that was once an amazing soldier but he couldn’t go up the ranks for whatever reason so the king was like listen. hear me out. you can be my strategy dude. u just gotta be okay w walking around shirtless a lot. and soldier dude is like man that’s an UPSIDE and yknow they end up falling in love
some idiot advisor: I can’t believe his majesty lets his boytoy attend these council meetings, it’s an insult to the noble institutions that uphold our nation, it’s an outrage—
a somewhat smarter advisor: you’re just mad bc he pointed out how dumb your naval attack strategy and no one laughed when you made a mean joke about him
Boytoy has gone from a top fighter who was well respected but in constant danger to wearing silks and eating grapes on daises. That fucked up rotator cuff was the best thing to ever happen to him
Bonus points: at least half the other concubines are experts in assorted fields, the monarch brings them to relevant meetings to both play up a reputation for frivolity, and make sure at least one person there doesn’t have an outside agenda.
my harem?
did you mean: my chief strategic advisors
The kingdom is an absolute monarchy but the harem has become a secret meritocracy. The nobles and official advisors kind of side-eye His Majesty because wow some of these consorts must have like…really good personalities. Kings of the past have had their own specific tastes of course; size, shape, age, color, et cetera. More than one ruler has interviewed consorts feet first and Ardwin the Adventurous’s obsession - God rest him - with snuffling armpits like a sow rooting for mushrooms is well known despite never being alluded to in polite company.
The worst part of it is that the new king takes at least part of his harem with him everywhere and it’s so embarrassing. The Counselors of War have never once met with His Divine Majesty without that hulking battle-scarred consort interrupting with muttered growls or scornful snorts. And the Ministers of Finance all flinch at the sight of that fox-faced one, rumored to have been rescued from the gallows because His Augustness took a fancy to his eyes or some such nonsense. General petition days are even worse, with practically the entire harem drifting in and out of the Grand Hall in turns, insouciant and smug like granary cats who know they’ve been given full run of the courtyards and barns.
It’s absolutely infuriating that the kingdom has never before known such a period of peace and prosperity under this ridiculous monarch.
It has not yet occurred to anyone that, perhaps, his highness has a competence kink.
It will, eventually, and at least a few people are going to be embarrassed it didn’t occur to them sooner.
“Well, you won’t be catching the king’s eye,” becomes an entirely different sort of insult than foreigners tend to assume.