what was your first lord huron song? (comment)
The Night We Met
a different song off Strange Trails
a song off Lonesome Dreams
a song off Long Lost
a song off Vide Noir
a song off Cosmic Selector vol 1
one of their singles
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what was your first lord huron song? (comment)
The Night We Met
a different song off Strange Trails
a song off Lonesome Dreams
a song off Long Lost
a song off Vide Noir
a song off Cosmic Selector vol 1
one of their singles
don't remember/results
The more time I spend around my new coworker, the more I understand about why plant id books and foraging resources are written the way they are.
For context, my mom is the one who taught me to forage, and it was and is just part of life. She regularly added foraged foods to our everyday meals. I knew how to identify huckleberry before I learned the alphabet. Foraging was just another part of feeding ourselves, along with gardening, raising chickens, and going to the store. And the firmest rule was that you didn't eat a plant unless you were willing to bet your life on it being what you thought it was.
So to watch my coworker see a berry, say 'strawberry!' and then pick it and have it three quarters of the way to his mouth before I could point out that it was actually an unripe blackberry...
Well, it was a striking moment. Because while that particular mix up would not actually hurt you, the lack of paying attention it takes to mistake an unripe blackberry for a strawberry and the lack of caution it takes to put a plant that you've hardly looked at into your mouth- no wonder some people think bittersweet nightshade is a look alike to red huckleberry!
And it explains a lot about how secretive most people are about their foraging spots. If you don't care enough about your own health and well-being to actually look at the plant you're eating, how could I trust you to care for the health and well-being of the plants you want to forage and the ecosystems you want to forage from? I want my foraging spots to be better off for my interactions with them. I want to be able to go back to the same spots year after year and decade after decade and see the native plants thriving, the invasive species losing ground, and the biodiversity increasing.
Can I trust you to help with that, if you won't even look at the berry before you pick it?
the worst part of summer is that people get sooo comfortable expressing their disgust at having to see other peopleâs bodies. theyâre always complaining about wrinkly old men at the nude hot springs or fat women in bikinis at the beach. I hate that shit. if youâre not capable of being normal about bodies you personally donât find attractive, just turn your head to look at something else! and if youâre not smart enough to do that, then at least do the rest of us the courtesy of suffering in silence, because we donât wanna hear your weird comments. thanks.
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i really hate the way the "boobs vs butt" thing got broken down into this implicit idea that butt is the nobler stance. it's really stupid. personally im a woman guy. [realizes how that sounds] [purses my lips in thought] [nods confidently] im a woman guy
this is huge⊠a three chair event
First attempt at tablet weaving.
There were a couple of places where I tried to switch it up⊠turns out thatâs a bad idea if you donât really know what youâre doing AND youâre working with very thin singles that makes it hard to see the effect of what youâre doing. Iâll have another go once Iâve acquired some proper cards!
it's just a little bit of wind
Walking tents are always fun, but the pants are what killed me. Then, fresh off that death, GIRAFFE.
Being a crafty person and making a bunch of things often prompts people to ask "oh wow did you make that?" And like, the short answer is: yes I did, but the long answer is: well, no, the pattern isn't mine, but I did choose and buy the fabric/yarn and sewed it together/crocheted it/knitted it myself. I used a reference for that drawing/painting, I didn't come up with it myself. That ceramic piece was insired by a poem and a painting made by different people. What I'm trying to say is, everything I make requires other people to make their own thing first, and then I get inspired by them to do my own thing. So I can't really call anything truly mine, because really it's just a bunch of inspirations and experiences of others (and me) put together by my hands. Does that answer your question
I should quit my job to pursue a life of meaningless violence
My bountiful harvest of oak galls!
am i allowed to say kill all trillionaires or is that too specific of a threat
TRA here means "transracial adoptee" fyi, just in case you're used to seeing that in another context
[Image IDs: Series of Tweets from verified user Ida Bae Wells (@/ nHannahJones) on 1/10/19 reading: Whew. Boy. So, when I was in Ore. I started reporting a story on transracial adoption, specifically looking at w parents/ b kids. You wouldn't believe some of the things that white parents told me. Or maybe you wld. I was shook. Realized was no way I cld be objective. I killed it.
I met a woman who breastfed her adopted black children as a form of reparations for when enslaved black women had to be wet nurses for white children. She used to post photos on her web site until she got a lot of backlash.
One white couple, who like almost all these parents, did not have any black friends or relationships with any black people, would arrange "black" time for their children by inviting other white parents of black adoptees for African-themed parties.
The kids were all American-born black kids but they would parade them in kente cloth outfits and make them do drumming. Almost all the white adoptive parents I met thought African culture was legitimate but they had to protect black kids from black American cultural influence.
White parents often did not bother to learn a single thing about how to care for black children's hair, somehow believed black children did not need to wash or comb their hair for months would would get offended when a concerned black person would try to instruct them.
One white family told legitimately told me, without a hint of irony or shame, that they'd adopted a black boy because her husband always wanted a son who would be a basketball player.
They would pretend to be "colorblind" while aggressively removing their children from any and all contact with black institutions, black movies, black books or other aspects of black culture.
When I asked if it were fair to the child to constantly force the child to be the only black person at school, at church, at gatherings, they would tell me that they did not go to black churches or programs and it would feel fake and insincere if they joined just for their child.
They believed they could make the children culturally white and simply overlook their skin color and the way the whole world would see them. They were most concerned about their racial comfort and had no concern for the discomfort and isolation their children would feel.
And, yes, the thought the black people who showed concern, who offered to help them navigate the racial reality of America, or passed along info about black hair salons, or suggested black churches or cultural events were the real racists.
So, yeah, I decided I could not write the story and be fair, because being fair meant I would have trashed their entire existence.
Oh, and did you know that many private adoption agencies let you choose the acceptable percentage of blackness in the child you will accept. Part of the application lets you select if you'll take a fully black child, half black or just a quarter black.
Black children are always rated the least desirable. They often go to the white parents who are the most desperate, who haven't been able to get any of their other choices. So, yeah.
Many Asian adoptees have had similar experiences. I interviewed some as well. They were part of a group known as Angry Korean Adoptees.
Reply from jaeran (@/ jaeran) on 8/26/20 reading: I believe you. I'm a Korea TRA, writer, social work researcher on tra, and former child welfare worker. Everything you described rings true. /End IDs]