i’ll just leave this here for anyone who sees “from the river to the sea” as a threat
The people who are crying over the chant “from the river to the sea” have the same energy as those who used to freak out over “black lives matter”.
The same way that “black lives matter” never meant that any other race didn’t matter, “from the river to the sea” also doesn’t imply the complete erasure of Israeli people, let alone Jews from the entire world. “From the river to the sea” means that we want freedom for every single acre of palestine, from the river to the sea. I don’t know how this is so difficult to comprehend.
“but seeing it makes me uncomfortable” GOOD. the mass murder of thousands of people should make you uncomfortable. genocide should make you uncomfortable. you don’t think the people laying under the rubble of their destroyed homes and communities are uncomfortable? you don’t think the people who are walking miles to find any sort of safety only to get bombed and/or shot to death are uncomfortable? you don’t think the people in burning hospitals are uncomfortable? you don’t think the people being deafened by bombs and air strikes are uncomfortable?
I was at a Palestinian solidarity gig last night & the one Palestinian artist who was going to perform had COVID so the organisers asked around to see if there were any Palestinians who’d like to say a few words instead.
A local guy who was born & raised in Gaza offered to speak. He started with “I’m an engineer. i’m not a poet or a politician. I don’t… do public speaking… I had no idea what to say when I came up here. So i’m just going to tell you about the street I grew up on.”
And then he did! He went down the street building by building. He told us about the ice cream shop on the corner, the grocery shop, the charity that supports people with intellectual disabilities. He told us about the people who he knew growing up, the families who still live in the different houses. He told us about the university buildings and about his friends who quit being accountants to start a band together. All on that street.
All of which is gone now, by the way. Bombed to dust.
i was playing scrabble and i had a B, U, R, G, E, and R and i thought “aha burger, one who burgs, but my mom will never accept that as a word” but then i remembered burger is actually a word
one time I played the word “am” and I thought, they can totally let that slide because of AM radio and A.M time.
then i remembered
Scrabble does things to your mind that you can never come back from.
I once was playing and put down ‘cow’ but in my mind I was saying it so it rhymed with ‘crow’ and I told my friend that it might not be a real word but I’m playing it and he can’t stop me and he looked me right in the eye and said it like how ‘cow’ is supposed to be said and I was so mad at myself I nearly flipped the board.
My brother played the word ‘scrabble’ and my mom said, “I actually don’t think that’s a word.” And I said, “yes it is? ‘scrabbled eggs’???”
i am so serious when i say we as young adults are so starved and deprived of community
like we as a generation - i’m talking especially young adults who are just entering the workforce - are so so lonely! i think about it all the time. between the incoming recession and cost of living crisis + the rise of wfh + processing pandemic trauma so many of us live deeply isolated lives and i think we deserve better…i’m working fully remote and i consider myself lucky because i do have friends that i see regularly but there’s a hunger for that place you can go to to be around people in an organic but meaningful way to you that is not being addressed rn! we now more than ever need communities!
I ran an Aliens rpg years back. But the players didn’t KNOW it was an Aliens game until halfway through the first session.
They thought it was a sci-fi game but they also thought the monsters were going to be zombies.
Over a period of 2 hours they then proceeded to make EVERY Aliens movie cliche “mistake” known to man. Because at the time they all made sense.
The characters in a story don’t know they’re in a story or what kind of story it is.
They might think their in a romcom instead of a slasher movie. And if you’re not in a slasher movie, why the fuck would you search through every closet in your house just because a cup mysteriously fell off a table in the dining room?
people who watch musicals and bitch about how it doesn’t make sense that the characters randomly burst into song are so funny to me. babe it’s literally a musical like this is the standard of the genre what did you expect
THAT’S THE WHOLE PROBLEM WITH THE GENRE AS A WHOLE, THAT’S THE POINT
i’m sorry you’re allergic to fun i’m sure that makes life very difficult for you
Me watching a murder mystery: What the hell…why are so many different characters suspicious, in reality cases aren’t normally this complicated, this whole genre is a mess…
Me watching a comedy: What the hell…so many silly and unlikely situations keep happening…
Me watching an action movie: What the helll…why is it so violent…
Me watching a fantasy film: What the hell….elves aren’t real….
Not to get emotional on main but I’ve been looking in second hand stores for sewing patterns, and I always find lying next to it a basket of handmade doilies, jumpers, quilts, and it’s almost more than I can bear. I knit, I crochet, I’ve given most lace types a go so I know the painstaking time that goes into each piece, and it feels so cruel to see them and to be offered them for two dollars fifty, two dollars fifty for a year of a woman’s life devoted to what she loved. I’ve been recreating my grandmother’s lace, hoping I can find in a missed stitch the connection I missed before her memories failed. But among her projects is a yellow tablecloth, 6 segments of crocheted lace, the 6th unfinished. I don’t even know if there was meant to be a 7th. You find the same in op shops, crocheted granny squares and sets of just 7, rewound wool still holding the shape of a ghost of a project. I like to imagine it holds something within it, something I could reach if only I picked it up and finished it. I wish I had time, to repair a thousand womens crafts, but I’m so short on time, so busy with projects I only hope will sit next to the work of these artists when I pass.
Allow me to spread the word of Loose Ends. From their website:
“Loose Ends Project aims to ease grief, create community, and inspire generosity by matching volunteer handwork finishers with projects people have left unfinished due to death or disability.”
Submit a project, consider joining
This is such a lovely idea. I wonder if they would help me find someone to darn the holes in the socks my mom had made me.
