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i say this in all seriousness, a great way to resist the broad cultural shift of devaluing curiosity and critical thinking is to play my favorite game, Hey What Is That Thing
you play it while walking around with friends and if you see something and don't know what it is or wonder why its there, you stop and point and say Hey What Is That Thing. and everyone speculates about it. googling it is allowed but preferably after spending several minutes guessing or asking a passerby about it
weird structures, ambiguous signs, unfamiliar car modifications, anything that you can't immediately understand its function. eight times out of ten, someone in the group actually knows, and now you know!
a few examples from me and my friends the past few weeks: "why is there a piece of plywood sticking out of that pond in a way that looks intentional?" (its a ramp so squirrels that fall in to the pond can climb out) • "my boss keeps insisting i take a vacation of nine days or more, thats so specific" (you work at a bank, banks make employees take vacation in long chunks so if youre stealing or committing fraud, itll be more obvious) • "why does this brick wall have random wooden blocks in it" (theres actually several reasons why this could be but we asked and it was so you could nail stuff to the wall) • "most of these old factories we drive past have tinted windows, was that just for style?" (fun fact the factory owners realized that blue light keeps people awake, much like screen light does now, so they tinted the windows blue to keep workers alert and make them work longer hours)
been playing this game for a long time and ive learned (and taught) a fuckton about zoning laws, local history, utilities (did you know you can just go to your local water treatment plant and ask for a tour and if they have a spare intern theyll just give you a tour!!!) and a whole lot of fun trivia. and now suddenly you're paying more attention when youre walking around, thinking about the reasons behind every design choice in the place you live that used to just be background noise. and it fuckin rules.
I appeal to you with all the pain and suffering. We are living in difficult circumstances as a result of the war in Gaza. Our homes have been destroyed and our dreams have faded. We are stuck in Egypt after my wife and I lost our jobs. My family lives in constant fear. My brothers, mother and father also live in Gaza. The catastrophic conditions are the result of bombing and genocide. They are facing an endless nightmare and I need help. Your help to protect my family and restore hope to our hearts
My house was previously a symbol of hope, and now it is nothing but destroyed walls and rubble. Also, my work building was destroyed and we were left without work and a house. These are some memories of pictures between the present and the past.
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I am Mohammed, I live in the northern besieged Gaza Strip, I am 21 years old, I have always tried to create a beautiful future for myself in which I achieve all my wishes. I had ambitions and dreams, but they evaporated because of the war, but I still want to achieve them despite the siege. During the war, I lost many things, including my university, my dreams, my job, and some friends. Despite that, I still want to achieve my dreams and ambitions. I want to rebuild my life again, so please help me in that and rebuild my life. Therefore,
please donate as much as you can because that helps me a lot. If you cannot donate, tell people about my suffering.
My name is Mohammed, I live in a neighborhood in Shujaiyya, an area in the north of Gaza. I am 21 years old , the eldest among my siblings.
I can't resist the hunger. My stomach hurts from hunger. You don't care about me. You don't think about helping me. Your donation enables me to buy food. Help me as much as you can so that I can get food.
My child is dying before my eyes... and I can't save him
I am a mother from Gaza, from the devastated south, from the heart of endless pain.My little boy is fighting for his life, struggling with severe and dangerous lung infections. He was barely surviving on weak hospital equipment, and I was clinging to even the faintest hope.
Then the occupation came… the army stormed the southern areas, and everything collapsed.
Three hospitals were shut down at once.People were forced out—sick children, the wounded, the dying.Mothers screamed, fathers wept, and bombs fell everywhere.No medicine, no staff, no oxygen—only destruction and death.
My child was taken from the hospital without treatment or oxygen
I held him in my arms as I ran under the bombing, searching for a place where he could survive—but there was none.
Now he lies in my arms, trembling, pale, slipping away breath by breath.I can do nothing but cry… and watch him die.
They told me there is one last chance to save him:
He must be transferred immediately abroad for treatment.But that needs money I do not have, and the borders are tightly closed.
My home is destroyed. My family is gone.All I have left is my husband… and my dying child.
Please... don't let my son's cry be buried under the rubble.
Help me before I have to bury him with my own hands.
Help me... before death takes him, like it took everything else
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After losing our beautiful home and being displaced, we tried to adapt to a small tent to protect us from the winter cold and rain... We have been in the dilapidated tents for a year now, a year in the cold... No one feels what we feel, and after everything we lose our tent that we tried to adapt to for a year after the bombing of our neighborhood and the falling of stones on us, throwing our tent to the ground and making it unfit for habitation.😔😭
My sincere request to help us so that we can buy a new tent to protect us from the cold winter. The price of the tent is 500$ and the cost of the items we lost is $250.😔
Every donation will make a difference to us in buying it. Protect a family from the cold. Just donate and share the post so that everyone can help us. 🙏🙏😭💔😔🙏
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There are many pictures on the campaign updates, please donate and share my story, we need you.🙏😭😔
Hello, I'm Lama from Gaza, I'm 24 years old, and my husband Mohammed is 30 years old, we got married in 2022 in a beautiful, warm and quiet
From the media that brought you "Millennials are killing [insert industry here]" articles for years and years and years, now we have....
"Hey, Gen Z, we're gonna relabel vacations into something else now and tell you how you really should be wary of taking vacation because it might impact your financial future."
okay but if you ever see a male creative who had a string of great work and then everything else he did was dogshit, go to the "personal life" part of his wikipedia and look at his relationships. you'll either find a major tragedy he didn't recover from (completely understandable) or, more likely, there was a woman in his life doing uncredited shit editing his stuff or contributing generally and she's not there anymore.
I told a friend about this phenomenon in literature and he called me weeks later like, I remembered what you said about women doing uncredited work when tim burton came up. he made a string of bangers then everything else just was nowhere near as good. the timeline matches perfectly to when he was with this german visual artist (lena gieseke). he's done some good work in collaboration, but if things were dug into I suspect we would find she did a lot more than people realise.
so yeah whenever you look around like wow women didn't work in history, or, women aren't auteurs, or, there just aren't as many great female writers - societal reasons for that aside, half the time they absolutely did.
werewolves? sorry buddy. around here we call them Howlers. vampires? those are Night Suckers. a ghost? not even close. that's a Nasty Little Flying Freak
the x-files in 3.17: what if the antagonist of this episode was a megalomaniac who was actively killing himself in order to feel a modicum of importance by literally stealing the free will of others to the extent that they end up killing themselves on his orders. what if mulder more or less explicitly said onscreen that he believes scully's life is worth more than his own and then proceeded to put his money where his mouth was by pulling the trigger on a gun to his own head without hesitation but managing to fight off mind control to avoid doing the same thing to her. what if the most dangerous monsters of all are, at their cores, nothing more than little men trying to feel big
the x-files in literally the next episode: what if cat eat people