Lots of folks asking how to join the class. My lawyers' emails and contact-form here. As well as the complaint if you want to take a look.
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Understanding old recipes require that you know a physical universe exists outside of words.
You need to actually know what the words mean, and that they correspond to things that exist, in the world.
Otherwise your dish will come out all fucked up.
Not me sending work emails at 5am because my body still doesn't know what time zone I'm in....
OMG that's so beautiful!
My experience as an indie bookseller makes me believe that the Amazon Age has trained people to believe there isn’t an actual, knowledgeable human being on the other side of retail interactions. The expectation carries over from online/phone into real life and stops customers from asking questions.
Not to get political, but America is very pretty and has a lot of nice folks making cool things, and I think if we had a president who wasn’t actively trying to murder us, we could have a pretty good time
DreamHaven Books owner Greg Ketter emerging from a cloud of tear gas that ICE agents fired into the streets of Minneapolis.
Remember the other day when I was saluting my friend Greg Ketter, owner of Minneapolis’ DreamHaven Books? This is him the following day. Greg will never say this, so I will — now is a great time to buy books from DreamHaven. Support Americans who stand up vs. 🧊. dreamhavenbooks.com
open letters are always so terse. they're never like "hey how have you been"
JK Rowling pledges to keep up fight against SNP trans policies Author vows to bankroll campaigners after Scottish government fails to pay group's legal fees in Supreme Court equality case
It cannot be made clearer.
If you continue to support the Harry Potter franchise in any way, you are directly funding the removal of trans people's human rights in the UK.
off-brand for me: I don't think the Voynich Manuscript means anything... I think it was someone just sort of doing whatever....
STOP.
We have a major news story in our house. It's been building up for a few days and this afternoon came the denouement.
It's the story of a banana.
One of the neighbours, or someone nearby, just yelled
BISCUITS FOR THE BISCUIT GOD
and then silence. No other shouting, no other sound.
Wondering if there is some local branch or sect or group of pagans I am completely unaware of, what their rituals are, and whether I should apply to join.
A glass jar filled with folded post it notes with a sign that says, “Affirmation jar. Pick one to remind yourself how special you are.” In the foreground, an open post it reading, “I choose to focus on what I can control.”
Rude of the coffee shop to give this to a Capricorn.
Cookbook page stained from use featuring a recipe for corn bread dressing with crossed-out words, ingredient adjustments, and cooking notes in pen, including instructions to cook onion, broth, and celery together.
Cookbook page stained from use featuring a recipe for hot cakes with handwritten ingredient adjustments in pen.
Family cookbooks, filled with handwritten notes, sometimes held together with rubber bands, tell the story of generations of homemakers. They are irreplaceable treasures.
🦃 Celebrate the cultural & family histories on their worn & stained pages ➡️ blog.archive.org/2024/09/30/v...
#Thanksgiving
"Cut the fat or rind off the chops, and then bash them briefly but brutally with a rolling pin between two pieces of clingfilm to make them thinner."
Now, *that's* writing.
Several, in fact. Though it took a lot of courage and a general disregard for personal safety to put my hand in there.
A small box filled with what looks like wall insulation (asbestos?) with, at center, a red and blue striped, clown-adorned carnival popcorn bag, which was filled with packing peanuts. Not shown: the neatly wrapped book found underneath.
The most unhinged pack-job I’ve ever seen. Thank you. I love it.
What a profound loss.
Another page, reading: Many Jewish "housewives" often run into "difficulty" cooking for discriminating Protestant in-laws. In this day of "intermarriage," I "often" counsel kosher hausfraus on the ins and outs of the sensitive WASP palate. My handy rule of thumb: When you talk goyisch, you're talking mayo. Mayonnaise is the magic key to so many of those tantalizing front-porch "dishes." Properly prepared with all the fixin's, a mayonnaise dinner can hit with all the impact of the financial pages of the Christian Science Monitor. I like to surprise my Kansas clan with a Mayo-Bone Souffé. First, whip a half jar of Hellmann's VSOP in Osterizer. Then, pare beef bones of meat and polish until bare and gleaming. Then simply affix "colored" tassels to the bones and insert into deep dish filled with the whipped mayonnaise. For that exciting "picket fence" effect bones may be bleached under sunlamp for 12 hours.
omg
It is a beautiful gem, and I’m sorry it’s scarce! Every word is gold.
Page from the True Light Beavers’ cookbook, reading: In May 1970, I decided to take mescaline for the first time in about a year; the reason mainly being that I just wasn't feeling well, that is to say mentally, and only somewhat physically. I've always looked upon mescaline and peyote much in the same way as the American Indians do as a sacrament being good medicine for the body and soul. It would take a volume of writing in itself to explain and describe what previous experiences had brought me to this way of seeing, but at this point, let it suffice to say that I believe with all my heart and soul that what I've gleaned from all this has been beneficial. In the midst of the aforementioned mescaline experience while my attention was focused internally, I saw very plainly that I was "clogged" up inside my body. My mental sphere was black and murky. I detected a very subtle stenchy odor emanating from the pit of my stomach. Only on rare occasion during normal consciousness did I have but a subtle sense of this feeling, only now it became more and more intense, and I became more and more nauseated. I began to realize what I had suspected for quite some time during the "normal" state, but never to such a great extent. I saw that I was unable to recover a once very beautiful and pure feeling that I had about eight years ago, during which time I ate only fruits and vegetables. I say dark heavy layers of consciousness that were the manifestations of different foods that I was eating since I stayed away from a vegetarian diet. Mind you, I didn't see this as a vague or flimsy idea, but felt it in great intensity. I began to vomit up a brown stenchy liquid, sort of a bile color. I felt a tremendous sense of relief and clarity returning with each upheaval…But I can safely say that as I became cognizant of my inner being, I saw that this childlike purity that I was attempting to recover was lost to me…
The “shut up and give me the recipe” contingent is really missing out.
Merriam-Webster examples of “show out,” as in show (someone) out, using recent examples automatically compiled from online sources to show current usage. The examples both demonstrate an alternative usage, undefined here, in which the phrase meaning is more like “show up,” “perform well,” etc.—or whatever. I don’t know; I’m not the dictionary.
@merriam-webster.com, beloved, I think it’s time to update the definition of “show out” to include the usage in your recent examples. 🙏
"purity tests" "circular firing squad" "the left eat their own" are such bullshit phrases.
people disagree on politics! that's how it works.
deal with it instead of whining about marginalized people correctly pointing out that certain "compromises" only strengthens fascism
Yes! Congrats! 🤘
"Cheese for dessert is rather like Paradise Lost in that everyone thinks he *ought* to like it, but still you don't notice too many people actually curling up with it." —Peg Bracken
My 2yo just informed me that her favorite food is gummy bears wrapped in salami. Then she held eye contact while wrapping a gummy bear in salami and eating it.
An actual hot take: Too many authors are afraid of editors watering down their voice or whatever and not afraid enough of editors letting you put any old slop on the page.
JA Westenberg @Daojoan@mastodon.social My 9 year old and his classmates have started using “that’s AI” to mean “I don’t believe you.” Me: we’re having dinosaur meat for dinner Kiddo: that’s AI Sep 24, 2025, 07:36 AM
They've lost the 9yos
