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YOU ARE THE REASON

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we're not kids anymore.

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Jules of Nature
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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Sweet Seals For You, Always

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One Nice Bug Per Day

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These are so beautiful.
Credit goes to the wonderful artist: ChibiGreen
Oh my gosh, i found more beauties!!
Credit once again goes to the wonderful artist: ChibiGreen
Imagine all the things I could do if I just did them.
the best fic you have ever read in your entire fucking stupid life: written by anonymous
Whenever I think about the value of something being done by a person who really understands the job from a lifetime of experience, I think of my first restaurant job. My goal was to work every position, and I started with a year and a half in the dish pit at 16yo.
When i started as a dishwasher, i was trained by an old career dish pit man named Claudio. He'd spent his whole life washing dishes. It allowed him to move to just about any city in the world that he wanted to and get a job without having to deal with complex hiring processes or strict resumé requirements. Which was the main thing he wanted out of a career. I still think about him.
He'd seen a lot of people come through that station who either didn't consider it a real job or thought it was beneath them, on their way to "better" or "more important" things. And, in retrospect, those first two days he was sort of doing the minimum with me that he could do and still respect himself when he told the manager he'd trained me.
But, maybe it was because i was really interested in learning all the positions there were in a restaurant because i knew they were ALL important, or because i was a hard worker, or maybe it was because i tried to have real conversations with him in my broken spanish and did my best to not make him speak any english unless he wanted to, but after a couple days there was a big shift in the way he and i worked together, and he started to really teach me.
That place ran the dish pit with one dishwasher, so when he was done training me I was going to be doing the job on my own.
The thing that stuck with me the most, for the rest of my restaurant career, was this... and it wasn't just the actual things he was saying, but a completely new way of looking at what i was doing within the context of how the restaurant ran. I came in for my 3rd day and he said
"When you work alone, you want to go home by midnight?"
we clocked on at 3:30 and took a half hour lunch break and usually skipped our tens, so, yeah i absolutely did want to get off work by midnight
Then, even tho i already knew where most of everything was by that time, he took me around and showed me all the dishes, cups, pots and pans, spatulas, silverware, had me look at all of it. Then he told me to remember that almost every one of the dishes I was looking at would be used more than once by the end of our shift- we were clocking on to wash the entire building full of dishes multiple times.
Then he led me back over to the industrial dishwasher most restaurants have, which looks like this:
and then this 60 year old career dishwasher from Mexico City said the thing that changed how I looked at restaurant jobs forever
"This machine takes two full minutes to run a cycle. We are on the clock for 8 hours. That means we have a maximum of 240 times we can run this machine. If you want to wash all those dishes, clean your station, mop, and clock off by midnight? This machine has to be on and running every second of the shift.
If you don't have a full load of dishes collected, scraped, rinsed, stacked, and ready to go into the dishwasher the second it's done every single time? You can't do it. If, over the course of 8 hours, you let this machine lay idle for just one minute in between finishing each load and being turned on again? Instead of 240 loads, you'll do 160 loads.
[like, literally, he had done this math, he had these exact figures]
160 loads instead of 240 loads means you are doing 20 loads in an hour instead of 30 loads. That means the dishes are going to pile up. The cooks will run out of pots and pans and will have to stop and wait for you, the servers will run out of plates and cups and have to stop and wait for you, and your night is going to SUCK. Every part of how this restaurant works can grind to a halt because of that idle minute between dish loads, and if it does you'll have an entire building of people in a hurry and all waiting on you.
And it means you're going to be here until 2 am doing the 200+ loads of dishes this restaurant goes through every night.
For this to work, you MUST have this dishwasher on and running every minute of the shift. As soon as you turn it on you have two minutes to have the next load ready. See these large items i put to the side down here? One or two of them takes up all the space in the machine. I keep them here so that if the machine finishes and shuts off before i'm ready for it i can stick one of these in there and turn it on again immediately. You have to think like that to do this job without stress."
The way he was looking at how the whole restaurant ran, the way he was looking at how he'd spend each minute of the entire shift, the way he broke down what the physical limits were and how to max them out so he could do his job and go home on time without stressing out... The way this 60 year old guy, who had never had professional ambitions beyond being a dishwasher, was still such a competent and brilliant expert in his field.
It was all such an important lesson, and one that stayed with me through every position i went on to work in restaurants, dish pit, busser, server, cook, all the way up through manager before I finally got out of my restaurant career
Claudio never wanted to be anything but a dishwasher who didn't stay any later than he had to.
But he knew how that restaurant ran better than most of the other people in it. I never had a chance to truly thank him for the specific lesson he taught me, because while it had an immediate impact, I didn't really understand how valuable a lesson it was until much later.
But I've thought about Claudio and what i learned from him many MANY times in my life.
All of this. Disaster befalls any company that holds no regard for the expertise of the lowest level staff.
In my younger years I worked at a medical office that managed both mental health and addiction recovery. The company had purchased an empty lot down the road from the building we rented to build a better facility with larger capacity. The CEO worked for months with the architect, and just as they were finalizing everything they happened to let me - who was the receptionist at that time - take a gander at the blueprints. It took all of three seconds for two major issues to jump out at me.
“The receptionist can’t see the waiting room from her desk with this layout.” I said. “It’s around the corner and blocked by a wall.”
“Is that important?” They asked.
“Do you want me to be able to keep track of the patients who are waiting?” I asked.
“Isn’t that what the sign-in sheet is for?” They asked me.
“Not everyone who comes here is signing in for an appointment, some are coming to check in, some people are here for the group therapy and need to be directed to the other side of the building, some people are painfully shy and if I don’t appear warm and inviting they won’t approach.” I explain.
“How often does that even happen?” They asked.
“Every day.” I explain.
“Bullshit.” They said.
“I’m not joking at all. Also, where is the chart room?” I asked.
“Oh, over here.” They said, pointing to a tiny closet on the far side of the building from the receptionist and check out desks. It was tucked neatly beside the CEO’s office. To get there the secretaries would have to go through two sets of security doors and it would be a five minute walk each way.
“Why isn’t it next to the front office, since that’s where the people who use it are?” I asked.
“We had concerns about people just going into the chart room to goof off and not do their work. It takes them away from their desks too much. You should only go in the chart room twice a day - once in the morning to pull the charts for the day, and once in the evening to put way the charts. It would remain locked and the CEO would have the key and let you in to supervise.” They said.
“We pull charts the day before so everything is ready to go and we can alert staff if a patient with additional needs is coming in. We have to go in the chart room every time a patient calls in that’s having a problem with their meds or is in crisis or otherwise has a question for the nurse. We have to go in there every time someone cancels and we are able to fit a waitlisted patient in. We go in there 20 - 30 times a day for legitimate reasons. The only reason any of us has ever gone in there to take a minute was when we got news that a patient had died and we were crying. And even then, we filed charts as we sobbed because no one in this office has free time.”
They stared at me.
“Sit with me for an hour and see what happens up here.” I said.
They took the blueprints away from me before I could keep looking at them, but they took me up on sitting with me. They didn’t last an hour. They changed the blueprints to fix both things I’d pointed out.
Unfortunately, they didn’t let me keep looking at it and they never asked the janitor what he thought, so no one caught the final fatal flaw in the design.
There were no closets in the entire building. Nowhere to put our supplies. And I’m not talking just a place for stationary and pens. I mean no janitorial closet. Nowhere to put paper towels and toilet paper or cleaning products. Nowhere to put holiday decorations or anything at all. They completely forgot about storage of any kind and immediately started eyeballing my hard-won chart room for it.
They wound up putting all the supplies in the cabinets under the sinks in the public bathrooms. And, surprising to no one, all of it got stolen after our first week in the new building. All our spare keyboards and monitors and phones and even our paper towels just walked out of the building. Because the CEO who had never worked a lower level job in his life wasn’t convinced closets were worth it.
Fundraising Time!
Cripplepunk Soliloquies is an upcoming literature magazine centered on the disabled experience. It is inspired by the cripplepunk movement, which began on tumblr in 2014 by Tai Trewhella (aka user @crpl-pnk ).
All of our artists and most of our team are disabled and our goal is both to represent our experiences honestly and accessibly for as many people as possible. The art and writing in this project show the whole spectrum of what makes up disabled life, pain and beauty in one place. We are raising money to cover the costs of publishing. This will be our first edition, and we are planning on releasing in the spring of 2027. Our fundraiser is housed on Ko-fi at this address: https://ko-fi.com/cripplepunksoliloquies
Thank you so much for your support. We're so excited to make this dream a reality.
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@snailifier a sneapot for you :)
Proper Care & Feeding for your Goblin Partner
Goblins need a balanced diet of 462 snacks per day. While your Goblin may also partake in "meals" it is essential that they have steady access to foods they can haphazardly shovel into their mouths.
Put a tiny, domesticated creature, like a cat or a snake, or a slightly larger creature like a dog or a horse, near your Goblin. They will be delighted. Expect shrill squealing.
Goblins need piles of Soft things to cocoon in periodically. To preserve their strength.
If your Goblin is hydrophobic, as many are, you will need to periodically prod them into the shower. Be Very Careful. There is a very high Bite Risk during shower prodding.
If your Goblin is the hydrophilic variety, you may need to periodically remove them from showers (or streams, lakes, big puddles, etc.) Be Very Careful. There is a very high Bite Risk during shower removal.
In the spirit of my high school German textbook Wie geht's?, which tried to offer a fun, down-to-Earth, contemporary course in German teaching phrases useful even at the beginner level, I have decided I am going to write a German textbook that will get you started with everything you need to know to function in modern German society. It's going to be called Sie Brauchen Ein Anderes Formular.
Chapter 1: Unterlagen und Anträge will introduce you to that most essential element of German society: filling out paperwork. You'll learn to recognize basic vocabulary like Anschrift, Name und Vorname, Addresse, and Postleitzahl. You'll be introduced to rich German cultural practices, like filling out paperwork. You'll learn to tell delightful jokes, like Haben die diese Informationen nicht schon? and Liest denn niemand mehr seine E-Mails? You'll experience medieval customs which are alive and well in Germany, like mailing paper letters to deal with large organizations, and receiving them in return. And, of course, you will learn to socialize with other Germans while bonding over shared activities, like filling out paperwork.
Chapter 2: Alltägliche Belastigungen will cover going out, getting around, and getting things done. You'll learn how to say außer Betrieb, defekt, and nicht einsatzbereit. You'll learn how to make everyday conversation with phrases like Tut mir leid, mein Zug hatte Verspätung, and Ich habe versucht anzurufen, aber es war ständig besetzt. You'll learn about treasured German folkways like the Schuldenbremse and Investitionsschau. And you'll even learn about German mythology, and the tale of the invisible Digitalisierungsinitiative.
Chapter 3: Das Ist Nicht Richtig will teach you how to flourish in German society. You will learn, of course, that Sie brauchen ein anderes Formular. You'll learn how to say Das steht nicht auf Ihrer Webseite; Nein, wirklich, ich habe nachgeschaut; and Woher hätte ich das bitte wissen sollen?, and to recognize common phrases like Das ist nicht mein Problem and Und was soll ich Ihrer Meinung nach dagegen tun? And you'll learn how to ingratiate yourself with others with phrases like Sie haben Recht, das ist mein Fehler; Sie haben Recht, es ist nicht Ihre Aufgabe, so etwas zu wissen; and Mir ist bewusst, dass es unzumutbar ist, von Ihnen zu verlangen, Ihre Arbeit zu machen.
Chapter 4: Systemversagen will delve deeper into the rich texture of German life. You'll learn about everyday heroes, like Apotheker and Apothekerin who keep dangerous drugs like Paracetamol off the streets. You'll learn to blend in with phrases like Natürlich müssen wir die heimische Autoindustrie schützen, and Atomkraft ist eine Umweltkatastrophe, deshalb müssen wir weiter Kohle abbauen. And you'll learn about important ceremonial practices like Datenschutz, around which all of German society is oriented, though nobody seems to remember why.
Chapter 5: Im Rahmen Bleiben will help you embrace the diversity of German society by mastering the untranslatable art of Angepasstheit. You'll learn how to say Warum willst du das denn?, Das ist doch nicht normal, and Die macht das doch nur, um Aufmerksamkeit zu bekommen. You'll learn how to pass this gift onto others through ungebetene Kritik an Fremden, and why everything has its ordnende gesellschaftliche Funktion and everybody has their part to play. And after that, I'll start working on my next language textbook: L'Italia Non È Mica Meglio, Ma Almeno Il Tempo È Bello.
It's Memeception in Maya Glyph form!
Young Man
Take the breadsticks
and run
I said
young man
Man door hand hook car
gun
Yeah, I like old memes.
This follows up The Tiger Poem, and The Demon Stoplight Poem. Original is by @plaid-n-converse in 2016.
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Literal translation:
you-take-it the-tamale¹ sir-youth (and) run-you
sir-youth said-I
the-man door hand
sir-youth said-I²
the-folded.over-dart³ canoe⁴ (blow)gun⁵
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Transliteration:
ʔa-ch'am-Ø ʔu-waj ʔu-ch'ok a‧n-eet
ʔaj-ch'ok che‧ʔ-een
ʔu-wi‧nik pa‧sil k'ab
ʔaj-ch'ok che‧ʔ-een
ʔu-pak-jul ju‧kuub pu'w
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Character Transliteration (ALL CAPS are characters that stand for full words, lower case are syllabic):
ʔa-ch'a-CH'AM-ma ʔu-wa-WAJ ʔAJ-ch'o[ko] ʔa-ne-ta
ʔAJ-ch'o-ko che-ʔe-na
ʔu-WINIK-ki pa-si-li K'AB
ʔAJ-ch'o[ko] che-ʔe-na
ʔu-pa-ka-ju-lu ju-ku-bi pu-wa
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Notes:
¹ 'waj' is the term for any food made with maize dough. I've seen it translated as 'tamale' by linguists, but the term seems to refer to a general category similarly to 'bread'
² To allow the translation to match YMCA meter, I added an extra 'I said, "Young man"' (only 2 of the last 6 words are a single syllable in Classical Maya)
³ 'jul' is a dart/spear/any other piercing tool (but not a needle). I felt a 'folded over/bent downwards piercing tool' fit 'hook' okay
⁴ 'jukuub' is 'canoe', and the closest analog for 'car' I could find
⁵ 'pu'w' is the term for 'blowgun', and has extended it's meaning to 'shotgun' in quite a few modern Maya languages
My least favorite new politically correct term is "unhoused." Like you can just tell it was created to make liberals feel less icky when talking about homeless people.
I was homeless. I was homeless as a child and as an adult. That shit sucks believe it or not.
The uncertainty. The ever-present grimy feeling from lack of access to running water. Having nothing to your name. The shame you feel is asking your fellow man for the bare minimum. Just so much shame, man.
"Unhoused" is so clinical. A technical term. Sure, its not incorrect, but it doesn't properly convey the emotional and psychological impact homelessness has on you.
You say "house", I think of a structure.
You say "home", I think of stability.
!!!UPDATE!!!
I have been given new and important information on the distinction between “homeless” and “unhoused”!
The term “unhoused” is useful for those in social work when they have to make the distinction between someone who is say, couchsurfing but still has a roof over their head, and someone who’s sleeping in a tent beneath an underpass. Both are homeless, but one is unhoused.
AND NOW WE KNOW!
Is it a useful distinction? That's going to depend somewhat on perspective.
I do think that it's worthwhile in terms of things like demographics and triage to be able to draw distinction between different levels of crisis such as sheltered/unsheltered (Have you found an abandoned building to squat in? Congratulations, you're sheltered!); housed/unhoused (Is a friend letting you stay at their place for a couple of nights but kicking you to the curb after that because their lease doesn't allow for long-term guests? The system doesn't think you're in a dire enough situation to start helping you yet.); homeless/housing insecure/securely housed. In a functional system, these distinctions would enable processes that help funnel people towards resources tailored to their specific needs.
Unfortunately, based on my experiences with homeless services within the United States, the current reality is that these labels are primarily used to disqualify people from accessing the help that they need until after they've exhausted every last resource available to them and fully lost access to any other avenue of support. The specifics vary from region to region since this stuff is largely regulated at the county level, but the systems I've come across in the past several years all mandate that you have to have been "Category 1 homeless" for a certain length of time and have lacked as much as a safe space to squat for a significant period of time before you qualify for even minimal assistance.
fyi things like insulin, hearing aids, wheelchairs, glasses costing money at all is a form of structural ableism
disabled people should not have to pay to live their lives like everyone else. and in the case of insulin, disabled people should not have to pay to Not Fucking Die
An overgrown light pole in Poland
saw a tiktok of a mother taking her very tiny daughter to an art museum and she’s just walking around going “whoooa” “woooaah” to everything but then they got to a marble statue of a nude woman lying on her back and the girl points and goes “mommy🫵” and i just immediately welled up with tears and all the comments are just laughing about it and of course it’s funny but how are you not insanely moved by the way art connects everyone on earth from a centuries-old sculptor to a toddler in 2023
Mother and baby viewing Van Gogh's Madame Roulin and Her Baby at the Museum of Fine Arts in Boston, US. By the Boston Herald
I’m not sure how to look at art by Lynda Barry
A venerable symbol of human love, as you've never seen it before
If only there were some sort of facility where teenagers could be taught new skills.
Anyway, here's a helpful diagram. When I was hit on the temple this was one of the harder things I had to reteach myself. Don't be shamed into not asking questions, and it's alright if it takes you a while to figure it out. Don't let someone make you feel bad for learning new things, or relearning old ones.
Sometimes, unfortunately, you have to teach yourself. YouTube is a valid option.
yeah okay ill reblog that :]
And if you have trouble remembering which hand is which-- the minute hand has to be longer to make it easier to determine the actual minute, while the hour hand can be less exact.
After decades of hard work, you finished 99 of the 100 tasks needed to get to the status of God. But the last one isn’t like any other: You have to successfully explain the concept of the multiverse to a 7 year old.
Ok, so you know how when you start a new game again in Mario it’s not exactly the same as the first time you played it? Maybe you take a different path through the map, or you unlock a toad house you didn’t before, or you just get one extra coin, and that gives you a 1up, and that extra life is what you needed to beat the boss without getting a game over. Even if you tried, you wouldn’t be able to play exactly the same way twice
But Mario doesn’t remember the other times you played. To him, all those things happened wait fuck post cancelled this is homestuck
this is exactly fucking homestuck
thank you ao3 for protecting writers and never allowing censorship to plague your platform. we love and respect you for this
Splendid Fairywren (Malurus splendens), family Maluridae, order Passeriformes, Australia
photograph by Peter Nydegger