Day: August 18, 2017

One good thing about being on my own for the weekend: great opportunity to eat up the rest of the squash and eggplant I didn’t finish before he came back from that last trip. At least without worrying about anyone having enough to eat while avoiding it 🙄

Considered Comfort: Zucchini and Chickpea Curry | Umami Girl – A food blog with mostly healthy, mostly vegetarian recipes.

Rough plan, once I finally get the cat moved so I can use the stove. Pretty much a nightly thing around here, and I still feel like a meano every time 😿 All the prep work is already done and the rice has been soaking, so I’d better not lose courage now *wry smile*

Good opportunity to use up the other half of that big marrow that was still lurking in the fridge, and a few other odds and ends that needed used up. With a few modifications to make it more actually South Indian influenced. Good thing I still had some curry leaves stashed in the freezer!

Also going to turn out a few onion bhajis to snack on, because I can’t resist. With at least a nod to a three sisters meal theme, since I was messing around before and found that using a little masa harina along with the chickpea flour in pakoras makes for a really great flavor. Works really well subbed for rice flour in about any kind calling for that.

Considered Comfort: Zucchini and Chickpea Curry | Umami Girl – A food blog with mostly healthy, mostly vegetarian recipes.

slashmarks:

I’m starting to think the “white is
not a culture, have pride in being Irish/whatever” arguments are
losing a few key points.

Like, just within the US: there are
absolutely specific-ethnicity pride or heritage groups that serve as
fronts for white nationalism, or who are recruited from by white
nationalists. There are also specific-ethnicity groups that aren’t
specifically connected to white nationalism but serve as fonts for
other conservative reactionary movements, some of which are actually
just as violent, genocidal and dangerous as white nationalism.  

Outside the US, fascist groups in, say,
Serbia or Denmark are going to phrase it primarily as Serbian or
Danish pride at least a fair amount of the time. That doesn’t make
them less evil.

If we want people to be able to
identify nationalist recruiting that comes under the guise of pride
in specific cultures, we need to talk about what nationalist
extremist recruiting looks like, and what their tactics are, before
they get to the point of openly talking about genocide in front of
you. It’s not as simple as “What ethnicity are they?” Dangerous
nationalism exists in a lot of forms in a lot of countries – in
Europe and elsewhere (and in the debatable/bordering regions at the
edge of Europe.)

It isn’t as simple as ‘is this group
really oppressed?’ either. We need to acknowledge that some of these
groups have historically been oppressed, and some of the things they
point to as evidence they’re persecuted will be factually true. That
does not give them the right to do whatever they want to people or
mean that anything they do is automatically punching up. The
genocides committed by the Ottoman Empire before its break up do not
excuse the genocide committed by Serbian fascists against Bosnian
Muslims in modern times, or the actions of Greek neonazis against
refugees and others in recent years. Neither does the economic
exploitation of states in eastern Europe by western Europe; being
anti-western doesn’t make a group’s behavior acceptable, either.

The flip side of this is that there are
some people who can point to no ethnicity besides “white American”
or “white Canadian,” because they don’t know much about their
family heritage for whatever reason or they don’t have any strong
connection to a specific European culture, because their families
have been in North America for 100, 200, etc years and three
generations ago someone gave up on the last pieces of specific
heritage.

We need to be clear that we don’t have
a problem with people because they don’t know who their parents were or because their families caved to pressure to homogenize in the fifties.
The issue at stake is that white nationalists kill people, not
whether white constitutes an ethnicity in the United States.

If they
renamed themselves British nationalists, that wouldn’t make them
better. And if ‘white pride’ really meant heritage groups that
primarily concerned themselves with traditional food festivals and
folk dancing, no one would care. At
it is, when these things exist in the context of “white pride,”
it’s for the purpose of luring people in and entangling them in a
social environment that promotes murder. This should be explicit.

Six reasons why birds suddenly appear any time you are near

listing-to-port:

1. I would wager good money it is that sombrero you have on, the one that you have decorated so thoughtfully with millions of sunflower seeds.
2. Oh god you’re some kind of ornithomancer aren’t you? Just stop it, please. It’s not funny any more. Last time you came over my underwear drawer was suddenly full of pigeons.
3. The energy required to maintain your human disguise against the horror of your true form bursting forth is so intense that it constantly makes small rips in the space-time continuum around you. Lacking the mental apparatus to percieve these correctly, we are interpreting them as birds flying past.
4. It is very thoughtful of you to pre-order us takeout chicken whenever we meet, don’t get me wrong. I’m just saying I’d maybe like a kebab or a salad or something sometimes. Heck, even chicken but just slightly less of it.
5. Just like me, they feel the intense gravitational pull or your presence and must fight against it or get sucked in. How I wish I had not created you in my careless, heedless days at the nuclear collider! I pray for the day when our orbits cross no longer.
6. Actually I don’t think those are real birds. I think they are people in chicken costumes. I suppose this is par for the course when you run for public office having made some less-than-courageous decisions in the near past.

ruusverd:

I’m in my mid-twenties, and honestly get so much hate over being childfree that I’ve started telling people I have an adopted daughter when they ask about my kids. I just conveniently leave out the fact that my adopted daughter is, in fact, a 40-pound sheep, one of roughly two dozen that live in my back yard.

It isn’t even a lie, I raised that lamb on a bottle from the day she was born, as far as she’s concerned I’m her mom. And as long as I’m vague enough, the problems of dealing with sheep sound totally believable as human toddler parenting problems. “Oh yeah, my daughter’s two, she always puts everything in her mouth.” “Ugh, my daughter is always climbing on stuff, I swear she’s part mountain goat!”

I live for seeing how long I can keep it up before someone asks to see a picture of my little darling. “Sure!” I say, “Here she is! Isn’t she adorable?” then relish the horrified confusion when they see this tiny little brown sheep like:

image

It’s the best thing. It’s my favorite thing I’ve ever done, next to raising sheep in the first place.

thoodleoo:

thoodleoo:

the proto-indo-european word for horse, ekwos (which shows up in other indo-european languages, such as the latin equus and the greek ἵππος), very possibly comes from an adjective h₁eḱus, meaning “swift”

so basically at some point people were coming up with a word for horse and they were like "it’s the thing that goes nyoom”

proto-indo-european dude #1: hmm what should we call this animal
PIE dude #2: let’s call them Speedy Boys cause theyre fast
PIE dude #1: shit dude they sure are