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i have TSA Pre✅ now, so i’m rarely in line long enough to get a security line selfie. so here i am at my favorite airport restaurant about to enjoy a cheese & charcuterie plate before flying to fla for thanksgiving with my parents. HI!
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hey wait i just had a thought. what would Data's handwriting look like. do you think whenever he has to handwrite he just perfectly prints New Times Roman in size 14 onto the paper in three seconds or something. wait imagine if he wrote in Comic Sans
@coruscanttojerusalem this. this is it.
“Sky too big” also gets you on the tops of very tall, sharp mountains, where standing at the top means everything around you except the snow under your feet is blue sky.
Y’all’re joking, but I remember the agoraphobia I had the very first time I spent time in prairie states. There was this terror inside of nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. It went away when I flew back to the East coast.
It was there the 2nd time too, but not quite as strongly.
Even TALKING about it now makes me feel anxious.
Laugh all you want, but when you’re used to driving a few hours and hitting ocean, and an hour and hitting mountains, being surrounded by nothing but flat and Flat and FLAT and knowing that’s all there is for hundreds of miles does things to ya.
Not even slightly joking, though. Flat places give me the horrors. At least when you go up a mountain, you went to see the sky void, and you can hike right back down and hide from it in a nice valley somewhere. Safe little critter under the nice tall trees.
Out in the Flat Places* there’s nowhere to goddam hide from the sky. It’s all nothingness from horizon to horizon, and that nothingness wants to grind you under its boot like an ant, I swear to god.
*Flat Places may vary person by person, but I absolutely am including low hill country because I think it makes it worse. You look at the hills and expect to see mountains but none appears!
I don't know how you cannot love this view.
Donbas steppe
Truly, at no point would I ever say that such a landscape is not beautiful. I’m not dead to the poetry of these scenes.
But, simultaneously (and that’s the crazy part), the sky triggers my threat response.
And I know friends from plains/field/steppe-country who find it stressful to have mountains “looming” over them (their words, never mine).
Them: comforting wide horizons, I could see any threat coming. Me: I am exposed, I will fall into the sky :(
Me: comforting mountains, sheltering me in the valley. Them: these big rocks will fall on me :(
Large Bird Will Get You
As a child of the misty forest, this open place above is terrifying. (I felt afraid all the way through Kansas). But then, a lot of folks fear them the misty forest. Especially at night.
Photo by Ansel Adams
Photo by Nick Strait
For context: I'm from Scotland, and my spouse @mothman-etd is from Minnesota. I grew up surrounded by forests and hills as far as the eye can see.
When we first started dating, I'd usually only travel to see him in the Twin Cities, except one time, one of his coworkers was getting married up in North Dakota, so we made it into a road trip.
I fell asleep in the car like a true passenger princess and woke up to nothing but flatness, but not just any flatness, no. It had been raining, and the plains were filled with water, so for all intents and purposes, it was like waking up in the middle of the fucking ocean with nothing but too much sky above me and absolutely nothing around us but the endless stretch of water and the empty road in front of us.
When I tell you the primal fear that went through me. It was like falling upwards. It was like gravity just didn't exist, and there was no limit to how high my panic could rise. I had to do that stretch of the journey with my chair tipped back so I couldn't see the emptiness. Like a blinkered horse ready to bolt and break all my legs at once in a frenzied panic to escape the Nothingness.
Eventually, we pulled over at a service station, and I can honestly say I've never been so happy to see a roadside Subway in all my life.
To add on to @thebibliosphere story, while it was raining it was also flood season. So Joy woke up to this:
All of North Dakota is the same elevation, so nothing stops the flood water. The interstate roads are built just high enough so you can still drive on them so it really looks like you are driving in the ocean when it happens. But not the normal ocean, a still, no waves, quiet ocean with random patches of trees sticking up.
Another fun tibit about this flood season is the Red River, which is the primary source of this flooding, flows north. So as the winter turns to spring the south part thaws first and smashes right into the still frozen part. Basically it's like turning on your kitchen faucet directly onto the counter instead of the sink.
It sure is an Experience 🥲
When I moved from Vancouver (mountains/hills/tall trees/ocean) to Saskatoon (flat prairie landscape) I thought I was handling it okay.
But that first winter before I went home to Van for Xmas, I felt like I was sort of losing my grip.
I didn’t really know why, or what was happening. I had thought it was just dealing with the extra cold weather in SK, but when I flew home and we were coming into land in Vancouver, and I saw the snow-capped mountains and I practically burst into tears - because a part of me deep inside relaxed because I was like “There it is - the end/the stopping point of the land, where the mountains come up.”
It is so, so unsettling to see the land just keep going and going, if you are not used to that. So I get this, fully.
Lone Women by Victor Lavalle is the prairie horror novel you’re looking for.
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drove out of the city to see the northern lights.
pretty groovy.
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Maxfield Parrish, Peaceful Valley (1952)
A general reminder—periodic cicadas pose no threat to anyone and their plant damage is limited to nipping off the ends of twigs. Please do not hose them with pesticide. They are slow and clumsy and confused and only want to make friends with other cicadas and eventually die of sexual exhaustion.
Yes, the screaming is a lot, but they’ve been extremely quiet neighbors for thirteen years, cut them some slack as they go through the most fraught time of their lives.
Columbia University associate professor Joseph Howley says allegations of “antisemitism” are being weaponized against student protesters demanding divestment from Israel.
Take the time to watch the whole video.
When I was little my mom’s meatloaf was my favorite food. But ONLY her meatloaf. I didn’t like anyone else’s, and she told me that she would teach me how to make it when I was older. And when I was like 19? She finally taught me, but she told me never to tell anyone else and I was like weird but okay
Anyway, she was super fucking homophobic and abusive to me when I told her I was gay, so here’s the recipe
4-6 lbs of Hamburger/turkey burger
1 pk onion soup mix OR ranch mix
1 TBs ketchup
1 Tbs spicy brown mustard,
1 Tbs bbq sauce
1 Tbs steak sauce
1 egg
mix, shape into a loaf in a big pan, and bake at 350 for 2 hrs (maybe 2 and a half if you’re feeling dangerous)
You can get almost all of these ingredients at the dollar store, and have leftovers if it’s just you. The leftovers make great tacos if (taco seasoning is also like a dollar). Enjoy your revenge loaf
here’s a mashed potato recipe from my homophobic mother that i swore to never share that would pair perfectly!
(6 servings)
-2lbs red potatoes
-1 cup butter (2 sticks)
-1 cup cream cheese (1 pack)
-Chives (optional)
-Salt & Pepper to taste
1. drop those bad boys (potatoes) in a big ol pot. U don’t even have to chop them just wash them
2. boil til soft!
3. Drain
4. Mash (usually they’re small enough you can use a fork if u don’t have one of those squashers) until its a pretty chunky mix
5. add the other stuff. Keep mashing
I like my mashed potato consistancy more lumpy but its all up to you!! Peel the potatoes or keep them on, it literally makes the creamiest fluffiest mashed potatoes which she always served with the nastiest fuckin meatloaf
So after spending hours combing through the recipes in the comments of this post I have created a cookbook. Feel free to use it. The link should work for everyone, its the only file on the google drive! I have referenced all of the recipes I used, all of which are from this thread. I made it for myself, but figured after all that work I should probably share. Happy spite cooking!
https://drive.google.com/file/d/1WjcDfZrPMr0Pw9f5GfEy0aTs2KEx4Pub/view?usp=sharing
there is a SPITE COOKBOOK now :DDD
“fueled by spite: a cookbook of revenge”
@instructor144 For recipe day. :)
For your Recipe Day delectation: “Fueled by Spite: A Cookbook of Revenge.” ^^^
RECIPE DAY
I need to add a kimchi recipe to this.. From “Mommy Dearest”
Oh wow! The feedback from this has been overwhelming! So many additional recipes and stories, I just don’t have time to add them all to the collaborative cookbook! So in the drive I included a google doc version of my copy of the cookbook.
https://drive.google.com/file/d/1W93dKYNiRu3mMHXimuLYO7rtLM4pTH2o/view?usp=sharing
Feel free to add your recipes to it, it should be editable for everyone! Just please be kind to each other, and don’t delete each others work! It warms my heart how collaborative this has become!
With love,
TT
New zine that's free for anyone to print and distribute! Read the whole thing at newlevant.com/COVIDzine or in the rest of this post.
UPDATE 4/11/2023:
I swapped out the colloidal silver nasal spray info for xylitol nasal spray info. I originally included colloidal silver spray because of the linked study and recommendation from RTHM, but I don't want to be pointing people toward something with notable health risks. Xylitol spray (Xlear) is also cheaper and more widely available!
I saw a post about tumblr user ages...
and it got me wondering: what's the distribution for my little corner of the internet? So hey for science, which one are you?
Boomer (born 1946 to 1964)
Gen X (born 1964 to 1980)
Elder Millennial (born 1981 to 1985)
Regular Millennial (born 1985 to 1996)
Gen Z (born 1997 to 2012)
Reblogs are welcomed for that sweet, sweet increased data pool (aka getting more than 20 responses 😅)
1973 solid Gen x
Tail end of Gen X…1980.
