Was hesitant to share a rare W by Piers Morgan, but the Israeli spokesperson’s dumbfoundedness at the tiniest bit of journalistic integrity is worth the watch
Please don’t ask me for relationship advice unless you are prepared to receive some truly upsetting information because some people are ready for the “He’s exhibiting the literal textbook signs of a psychological abuser and you need to get away from him before he successfully cuts you off from your support network” talk and some people aren’t
FOR WHOEVER NEEDS A REMINDER:
There is never any justification for someone putting their hands on you in any way without your consent short of immediate risk of harm or death.
If someone tells you that “the way I’m acting is your fault because you know that doing X thing would make me do it and you chose to do it anyway” is just fancy bullshit talk for, “I know my behaviour is wrong, but I don’t want to be held responsible for it so I’m pushing it on you”
Nothing good ever, ever comes from someone who tells you, “I don’t want you talking about our relationship with anyone”. This person cannot handle accepting responsibility and processing criticism so they need you to never, ever question them. That’s easier if they control the narrative and your friends aren’t there to cut in.
Nothing constructive comes from screaming.
“It’s not like that all the time” is optimistic and sweet, but the truth is, it shouldn’t be like that at all. Sweet words and gifts and gestures don’t erase being frightened for yourself or for your loved ones. That is not normal. Don’t minimize it.
It is not healthy or normal to be genuinely afraid of saying “no” to someone, for any reason at all. Violence, outbursts, retaliation, anything. You should not have to be afraid of someone’s reaction to your boundaries.
You are not responsible for saving anyone. Even if you love them. Even if they have nobody else. At the end of the day, if they want to hurt themselves in any way, they will, and you can’t stop them forever. People need to want to improve before they can actually improve, and if they’re threatening to harm themselves to keep you around, they’re using your love to hold themselves hostage. You do not decide their choices for them, and they don’t get to shunt that off on you.
There will always be other people who can love you better. You will not be alone forever. This will not be the last time you care for someone like this and it will not be the last time someone cares for you
Please don’t ask me for relationship advice unless you are prepared to receive some truly upsetting information because some people are ready for the “He’s exhibiting the literal textbook signs of a psychological abuser and you need to get away from him before he successfully cuts you off from your support network” talk and some people aren’t
FOR WHOEVER NEEDS A REMINDER:
There is never any justification for someone putting their hands on you in any way without your consent short of immediate risk of harm or death.
If someone tells you that “the way I’m acting is your fault because you know that doing X thing would make me do it and you chose to do it anyway” is just fancy bullshit talk for, “I know my behaviour is wrong, but I don’t want to be held responsible for it so I’m pushing it on you”
Nothing good ever, ever comes from someone who tells you, “I don’t want you talking about our relationship with anyone”. This person cannot handle accepting responsibility and processing criticism so they need you to never, ever question them. That’s easier if they control the narrative and your friends aren’t there to cut in.
Nothing constructive comes from screaming.
“It’s not like that all the time” is optimistic and sweet, but the truth is, it shouldn’t be like that at all. Sweet words and gifts and gestures don’t erase being frightened for yourself or for your loved ones. That is not normal. Don’t minimize it.
It is not healthy or normal to be genuinely afraid of saying “no” to someone, for any reason at all. Violence, outbursts, retaliation, anything. You should not have to be afraid of someone’s reaction to your boundaries.
You are not responsible for saving anyone. Even if you love them. Even if they have nobody else. At the end of the day, if they want to hurt themselves in any way, they will, and you can’t stop them forever. People need to want to improve before they can actually improve, and if they’re threatening to harm themselves to keep you around, they’re using your love to hold themselves hostage. You do not decide their choices for them, and they don’t get to shunt that off on you.
There will always be other people who can love you better. You will not be alone forever. This will not be the last time you care for someone like this and it will not be the last time someone cares for you
Please don’t ask me for relationship advice unless you are prepared to receive some truly upsetting information because some people are ready for the “He’s exhibiting the literal textbook signs of a psychological abuser and you need to get away from him before he successfully cuts you off from your support network” talk and some people aren’t
FOR WHOEVER NEEDS A REMINDER:
There is never any justification for someone putting their hands on you in any way without your consent short of immediate risk of harm or death.
If someone tells you that “the way I’m acting is your fault because you know that doing X thing would make me do it and you chose to do it anyway” is just fancy bullshit talk for, “I know my behaviour is wrong, but I don’t want to be held responsible for it so I’m pushing it on you”
Nothing good ever, ever comes from someone who tells you, “I don’t want you talking about our relationship with anyone”. This person cannot handle accepting responsibility and processing criticism so they need you to never, ever question them. That’s easier if they control the narrative and your friends aren’t there to cut in.
Nothing constructive comes from screaming.
“It’s not like that all the time” is optimistic and sweet, but the truth is, it shouldn’t be like that at all. Sweet words and gifts and gestures don’t erase being frightened for yourself or for your loved ones. That is not normal. Don’t minimize it.
It is not healthy or normal to be genuinely afraid of saying “no” to someone, for any reason at all. Violence, outbursts, retaliation, anything. You should not have to be afraid of someone’s reaction to your boundaries.
You are not responsible for saving anyone. Even if you love them. Even if they have nobody else. At the end of the day, if they want to hurt themselves in any way, they will, and you can’t stop them forever. People need to want to improve before they can actually improve, and if they’re threatening to harm themselves to keep you around, they’re using your love to hold themselves hostage. You do not decide their choices for them, and they don’t get to shunt that off on you.
There will always be other people who can love you better. You will not be alone forever. This will not be the last time you care for someone like this and it will not be the last time someone cares for you
It’s still kinda wild how Phineas and Ferb managed to completely hijack an idiom. Now whenever someone hears a sentence leading with “If I had a nickel for everytime […]”, odds are their brain auto fills with “I’d have two nickels. Which isn’t a lot, but it’s weird that it happened twice,” rather than “I’d be rich,” or “I could [action that requires purchasing something requiring an obscene amount of money]”. Y'know, what the idiom originally was
the thing is, the phineas and ferb version is just so much funnier and more actually applicable
original idiom is “anything that happens a lot”
p&f version is “weirdly specific thing that happens more times than would really make sense”
i swear it would be easier to explain if someone looked over my shoulder and saw me watching porn than to explain some of the posts on my damn dashboard…this being one of them
i swear it would be easier to explain if someone looked over my shoulder and saw me watching porn than to explain some of the posts on my damn dashboard…this being one of them
*Takes you by the shoulders* I ADORE character profiles and character trivia and likes and dislikes sections. I love knowing this ruthless, heartless, cruel man of a character has a childish dislike for mandarin oranges. I believe in the inherent beauty of making all characters, no matter the background or moral stance, being made fundamentally human by assigning them insignificant culinary preferences. I stand by the supremacy of humanizing villains by giving them relatable tastes and trivial interests and ordinary hobbies. I treasure the hidden reminders that everyone is inherently human even when everything else we know about a character might suggest the contrary.
Here’s the character you’ve only ever known as cruel and violent. All you know him for is mercilessly slaughtering the protagonist and his friends. He looks heartless and inhuman, and seems one with the shadows. He’s the incarnation of a nightmare.
By the way, he likes antiques. His favourite food are figs, the fruit you find in summer, the one you might recall eating with your family on a warm evening, all sugary and sweet. His favourite drink is tea. He dislikes bonsai trees, he’s scared of dogs, and he doesn’t like taking baths. His blood type is A, and he’s 172cm tall. He’s made of blood and bones, like you and me.
people on this website be like “support addicts!” and then in the next breath post the most dehumanizing shit ever treating addicts like bad children who need to be put in time out
When the anti “LGBT propaganda” law passed in Russia, all of you were going insane and cared. Give Georgia the same energy. If you can have sympathy for our oppressors on the basis of them being queer, you should keep the same energy for us, if not more.
If this law passes, every Georgian queer person I know is so severely fucked, myself included. If you make jokes about “being illegal in several countries” you better fucking care about the countries you’re apparently illegal in, or going to be illegal in.
Make sure to spread this around. This is important.
Also worth mentioning
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No but seriously reblog this. If you actively reblog about LGBT rights you can also reblog this post you know. Also look through notes. Unless I see more activity on posts from Georgians I’m going to be aggressive about this
In Yemen the death count stagnated at 15,000 until the war ended and the people were able to count their dead. Today, it’s commonly accepted that over 300,000 Yemenis have been killed by war and famine. We will see a similar situation in Gaza after a ceasefire.
i hate these motherfuckers so much. our sewer system used to be infested with them. they;d crawl out of my fucking toilet at night looking for warmth, standing up from the bowl waving their shitass little arms at me. they don’t have eyes but you can feel them staring back at you, asking for hugs or god knows what with that pathetic whine that permeates their entire way of existence. uppies! uppies! i’m not giving you uppies you wet toilet freak
Pretend, for example, that you were born in Chicago and have never had the remotest desire to visit Hong Kong, which is only a name on a map for you; pretend that some convulsion, sometimes called accident, throws you into connection with a man or a woman who lives in Hong Kong; and that you fall in love. Hong Kong will immediately cease to be a name and become the center of your life. And you may never know how many people live in Hong Kong. But you will know that one man or one woman lives there without whom you cannot live. And this is how our lives are changed, and this is how we are redeemed.
What a journey this life is! Dependent, entirely, on things unseen. If your lover lives in Hong Kong and cannot get to Chicago, it will be necessary for you to go to Hong Kong. Perhaps you will spend your life there, and never see Chicago again. And you will, I assure you, as long as space and time divide you from anyone you love, discover a great deal about shipping routes, airlines, earth quake, famine, disease, and war. And you will always know what time it is in Hong Kong, for you love someone who lives there. And love will simply have no choice but to go into battle with space and time and, furthermore, to win.
Please, reblog! IIt’s called self defense. Apart from having here, in the US, one of the highest cases of homicide and rape in the world and high rate of GBV, think about how this could help your mother or sister
It’s a shame I have to reblog, but please do the same
Here is a Line Rider feature film with relaxing music
Here is the entire script to the Princess Bride (many don’t need it but it’s fun to read anyway)
Here is an abbreviated script for the entirety of Book 1 of A:TLA that I made out of anger at the film that definitely doesn’t exist
Here is a playlist of the top 10 most relaxing songs ranked according to science
Here’s a site where you can make a dude beatbox with fun animations
I LOVE THIS
*reblogs and pins*
“Here’s a rickroll” but is it a rickroll if it tells you it’s going to the video?
(I mean, it does and that’s great, just wondering)
Savin this-
I have been looking for this post for YEARS after I lost the piece of paper I’d copied down that mug brownie onto when we moved. THANK YOU FOR REBLOGGING, MY NIGHT JUST GOT 100% MORE CHOCOLATEY
god normies are so fucking weak, they see two pokemon tboys loving each other and they go “you still have time to delete this” 😭you are weak and will not survive the winter.
it’s definitely my predisposition to extreme frugality+redneck engineering, but i’m now obsessed with creating things literally without buying Anything. no supplies no tools no nothing, only the stuff you can just find outside, like Plants, Sticks, and Rocks.
I’m making textiles with nothing but foraged plant materials using no tools except sticks. Nature allows you to do this! There’s no rules! I mean okay well maybe there might be some rules sometimes but they’re just weak human rules! The plants themselves? They’re like “Why sure! You can make yarn with nothing but fibers from the dead stem I don’t need anymore, a couple sticks from that tree over there, and your own body and mind! Why not?”
Plants like to give us gifts! And nobody has the power to stop them!
Once you know the ways of the plants, the ways of our capitalist society become silly and hard to understand, sometimes even instilling you with a sense of dread.
I was looking at the textile books in the library to try to learn about plants you can make textiles from. I was shocked to discover how incurious most books are about the origin of the very matter from which textiles are made!
For one thing, there were whole shelves of books on how to weave, how to knit, and how to quilt, but barely a single complete volume on how to create yarn or thread to begin with.
Of the books that did cover how the yarn is created, many of them discussed only wool, and those books didn’t concern themselves with how to get the wool off the sheep, or how to find such an organism and enter a mutualistic partnership with it in the first place…
If you know the ways of the plants, you will be almost offended when a book about how to make a thing, starting from the beginning of that thing, tells you immediately to buy something. You don’t mean “one or two steps further back in the process of a thing being assembled"—you mean the BEGINNING beginning. You seek to learn how the thing is born from the living Earth, not where to buy a Product in a less assembled form.
Where do Products come from…?…According to the capitalist, consumerist way, they come from other, simpler Products of course, which ultimately are born from Industries. I found a book or two which made some attempt to give a more exhaustive list of possible textile materials, with sub-section for plants, which included: Flax, Cotton, Hemp, Jute, Ramie, and some allusion to other possibilities such as Nettle. This of course is a list of plant fibers for which a Huge Industry exists. Regarding plant fibers for which there is no huge industry, the books either said nothing or said something like ”…but sadly, there is no huge industry based upon these plants (so they are not worth talking about any more)“
I found a few cryptic statements saying that the range of plants that could be used for textile purposes is theoretically limitless…but none of the books were interested at all in those theoretically limitless plants.
It’s not that only those few plants are really good for textiles and the other ones are inferior, either. I have learned from my delves into the Internet, that many plants now considered totally useless to humans and not investigated for their potential applications at all…have actually been used by some human culture on Earth for thousands of years as a fundamental part of everyday life.
Native Americans for thousands of years utilized plants native to this region for textiles. These ones are among the plants I have been gathering; they are plants that naturally grow here and can be harvested sustainably, in fact in many cases they benefit from being harvested.
Apocyonum cannabinum, also known as Dogbane, is essentially a North American analog to hemp or flax; you extract the bast fiber from the stem by beating it until the woody part breaks into pieces and falls out and the outer bark flakes off. This plant is native to all U.S. states except Alaska and Hawaii and I reckon that’s because of its importance as a textile plant.
I’ve collected big bundles of the stuff by picking over fields that have been mowed already by a brush cutter; it’s so easy, because the fibers are so strong that they are not broken by the brush cutter. Instead, I find mats and bundles of fiber 1-2 feet long stretched out over the ground or trailing from the stubs of stems, often with the woody parts and outer bark already beaten out by the mowing. Simply mowing a field where dogbane grows essentially pre-processes the fiber so your work is half done for you.
It is amazing to me that a person can see how the fibers do that if you mow the plants in the fall, and not immediately think, "We should be making string or rope out of that.” Early colonial texts call this plant “Indian hemp” and say it is superior to actual hemp. Likewise what few resources I can find on Native American textile plants, list dogbane as one of the main ones.
So I gather the dogbane. It is astonishingly strong, fragrant when you handle it, and beating the fibers is loads of fun, just a great way to blow off steam. The fibers range in color from almost pearly white to cream to peach to beautiful shades of orange and copper, and have a lovely sheen to them.
After I’ve beaten the fibers and gotten them to mostly separate I tease them out with my fingers and scrape out all the remaining little bits of bark, and pull them through a plastic comb until the soft and lustrous fibers are separated and all that’s left is some nubby bits of lint.
The last picture is what it looks like after combing and cleaning. The color looks more washed-out than it is for real because of my white lamp.
These fibers weren’t quite as well-processed so the end result was kind of rough and scraggly, but I experimented by making some string:
All I used to spin it was a stick with a notch in the top so I could twist with my fingers, holding the other end of the stick steady and pulling the strand back towards myself. Whenever I finished a little more I would just loop it over the bend in the top of the stick and keep going.
The other fiber I’ve been experimenting with is milkweed seed fluff. This one is an interesting one because it was the first material I became interested in spinning, and the first I experimented with to the point of making a yarn. It took a long time to figure it out, I have quite a bit of single-strand seed fluff yarn now, and intend to spin this into a three-ply yarn to make it strong.
I was so happy! My first yarn! Spun with nothing but a stick. It’s delicate but it holds together and handles being unwound and rewound just fine, and I think making a 2 or 3 ply yarn would make it pretty workable.
So imagine my surprise when I begin reading about textile arts and the possible uses of the plants i’m working with, and learn that spinning milkweed seed fluff is impossible?
Milkweed bast fiber has been used, like the dogbane bast fiber, but according to the internet, spinning the seed fluffs into yarn is something that cannot be done, because they are too short, smooth, and fragile. Many have tried! It doesn’t work!
That was news to me.
As I read more about spinning the more conventional plant fibers, though, I consider what a deep knowledge humankind has cultivated of the ways of wool and flax and cotton, and think…is my total lack of knowledge about spinning yarn, the reason I was able to spin the milkweed fluffs?
Normal people would have armed themselves with the proper tools for undertaking a new activity, but I didn’t even bother to look up what I was doing, because MacGyvering cool stuff out of materials from nature you can find anywhere outside is basically half my personality at this point, and makes me feel unreasonably powerful. As a result, I made a technological approach to spinning yarn that was designed specially for the challenges of spinning milkweed seed fluffs, and only later realized that 1) this is not a normal way to spin yarn and 2) i’m not supposed to be able to spin this stuff at all.
And it’s because I came at it backwards. Instead of trying to use existing technology to spin milkweed fluffs, I became determined to spin milkweed fluffs and developed my technique based on what would work to do that, without any knowledge of what I was “supposed” to be doing.
If I had been normal about it and thought “Hmm, I should buy the right tools to do this” or even thought “Hmm, I should start with fibers that are usually used to make clothes” this would not have happened.
I’m coming at everything backwards: instead of “Where can I purchase Thing I Want To Work With?” it’s “What does Nature provide, and what cool stuff can I do with it?”
I didn’t even set out to work with textile materials. It’s just that the plants kept giving me textile materials. This hobby absolutely snuck up on me out of nowhere this was not my idea
People have had success blending milkweed fluffs with other stuff, so I’m going to try to blend it with the dogbane next! I am fully going to go all the way and make like clothes or bags or blankets out of this stuff. There is no turning back for me, the euphoria of creation and the profound wisdom of the plants have inflicted a fascination with my task.
What’s the staple length of that milkweed please? I am fascinated by it.
You mean like the length of the individual fibers? They’re like an inch on average, the biggest seed pods have fluffs a little longer.
Basically the reason it works, I think, is that I’m twisting the strand with my fingers, pulling back toward my body and using the other end of the stick as an anchor point/leverage. There is something about the warmth and moisture of touching the fibers so much that makes them want to bind together more.
There is a lot of twist to the yarn, but it’s not a problem, in fact if you twist until it kinks up, you can just…mash the kinked part between your fingers really hard and it’ll flatten out and you can keep going. The fiber is springy and pliable in a way that lets you do things like that with it.
Where a lot of people messed up was they tried to card it. All you need to do is spend some time gently pulling the fibers between your fingers to separate the individual fibers in each “tuft” that attaches to a single seed. If you’re too rough with it, the fibers will just break and that’s not good. But you do kinda have to play with it in your hands? I don’t know if it’s the oils in your hands or what, but touching it a lot makes them want to mold together to each other more.
I can really see how this material is totally different than anything else you could spin in many ways.
Top: Dogbane bast fiber
Bottom: Dogbane bast/Milkweed floss blend
On a different note I went thru mom and dads closet to find really old clothes to practice sewing and embroidery on, and I am so mad!!!!! at how much more sturdy and robust clothes from the 1990’s are compared to today.
I am just staring in fascination at these clothes from a few decades ago like “Wow they are so strong and sturdy…the fabric is such high quality….” What HAPPENED?
Inner bark fibers of first-year grapevine twigs. They can be processed into incredibly fine strong soft strands with soaking, stripping off outer bark and gentle crushing by rolling a round rock over them
Thank you for this.
I have been on a personal quest (that is now in stand by due to life events) about flax. I live in a village that was famous for its flax, hemp and wool fabrics. Its name is literally related to the hemp-farming. And currently, nobody ever grows any of these plants and what I find surprising, with my very limited knowledge of botanics, is that… there are no rest of them either? Even in the first half of the 20th century some people still worked the flax in the traditional way, and now there aren’t any carried-by the wind rests anywhere? no abandoned farms where it poorly grows anymore? no decorative reasoning to have them in your garden?
People don’t remember, they don’t even know. Linen was an estimated fabric and this village had enough to dress its inhabitants and sell the left-overs around. Same with the wool. Only the old people remember because they still worked it. Other villages, with larger textile industries, also have lost this memory.
The moment you look at things the way op mentioned, with the “how do you get this done?” mind, things change. Its value change. I only wish I had more time and more health to really make myself a linen tshirt, from scratch. To make myself a woolen blanket, from scratch. Particularly, I have the wool because my parents have sheep. I could do so many things if I dedicated every bit of time off and energy to it, but alas I can’t. I do it when I can, little by little. I envy you, op. Please, keep us posted of your progress.
I’m thinking of this one time time I was bored while catsitting… I went out on my friend’s property, found some sticks and rocks, improvised a spindle, brushed the cats, and spun up some yarn. One cat has slightly darker fur, and they are both long-haired and very soft, so I was interested to see what the yarn would feel like.
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My original spindle fell apart, and they must have just cleaned the yard because I couldn’t find sturdy enough sticks for replacement, so I did admittedly use borrowed bic pens instead of purely natural supplies…
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I ended up with a few strands of 2 ply cat hair yarn! It was kind of scratchy and felt like twine. It wasn’t the easiest to spin compared to the wool I’ve worked with, but boredom is a powerful motivator!
I left the yarn with my friend as a memento, but I’m considering making more the next time I catsit so I can try actually knitting something with it.
I have another dopey question about your milkweed experiment if you aren’t out of patience yet.
Did the books that claim milkweed is unspinneable mention what tool they were using (drop spindle, wheel etc)? Because I just reread the post and it sounds like you had the spindle in your hand the whole time, rather than letting it hang freely in the air?
That’s a specific style of spinning I’m currently failing to learn: supported spinning, and its specifically often used to spin short, delicate fibres, and/or very fine delicate thread, but its not done very often in anglo-european traditions, so I’m wondering if there was some Distinct Cultural Biases in the books you were referencing.
I also wanted to ask how your cat yarn and milkweed yarn have held up? I’ve spun with cat hair “fresh off the cat” before - I just groomed my resident beast and then pulled the hair out the comb and spun with a drop spindle - but I’ve found it’s not held up very well. I knitted a teeny tiny swatch with it and it’s fuzzing and sort of slowly edging towards either felting or just sort of falling apart :(
might have worked better if i plied it, or I might have underspun it bc I was very new to spinning when I did it, but… I do wonder also when people say “you can’t spin with that” whether they sometimes mean “the yarn falls apart very quickly so don’t bother”
First: Yes! I haven’t posted photos of my spinning in a while, but yeah, I essentially use a stick with a side branch at the top that I use as a spool. I hold the stick in my left hand and twist the strand together, letting my left hand slide down the stick as I spin, then when the strand is as long as the stick I wrap it around the top and continue.
I’m actually really happy you brought that up, because I had no idea what the technique was called, and had never heard of it before despite it being a fairly intuitive, ridiculously low-tech way to spin that gives you a lot of control over the strand you’re putting together.
You basically pinch a big thick tuft of your fiber between your index finger and thumb of your right hand and splice it into the strand you’re working on, and as you work you pull the tuft downwards so it slowly distributes all the fibers into a long strand.
This is especially effective when you’re working with dogbane bast fiber, which inevitably has a great number of fibers of just 3-5 centimeters, and a smaller but still significant amount of fibers 10-20 centimeters long. The long fibers give the strand a backbone and the short fibers give it more weight and fuzziness.
The staple length you could get from dogbane fiber if you processed it carefully is, I feel certain, longer than any other natural fiber that exists.
Using dogbane, I have figured out how to get an incredibly smooth even thread by twisting the strand, then scraping my fingers up and down the strand to make stray fibers stick up, and untwisting and retwisting it in short sections at a time so the stray fibers get twisted into the strand.
I think it helps the final result to alternate between holding the strand in the hardest twist you can manage and then letting it relax to whatever extent it wants to, and twisting again.
It’s slow but I’m getting steadily faster and faster at it, and it feels plausible that a person using this method could produce enough string for weaving into a garment on a Neolithic type amount of free time.
On the second question: I havent actually tried turning the milkweed yarn into anything since I can’t knit or crochet, however, I think it would be so clearly better to blend the milkweed fluff 50:50 with another fiber (possibly milkweed bast fiber!) that I haven’t really tried experimenting with pure milkweed fluff much more. I will hopefully show y'all how the bast/fluff blend goes!
My experiment shows it’s possible to spin milkweed fluff, however I think it wouldn’t be sturdy enough for an item for daily wear unless blended. However blending the milkweed and dogbane has excellent results.
I actually did some research online into milkweed fluff, and the main purpose for milkweed fluff in textile-adjacent things is actually stuffing. It apparently makes amazing stuffing for pillows, blankets, and jackets—it is incredibly warm, hypoallergenic, and so buoyant that it can be used to stuff life jackets.
If y'all are into the early methods of spinning, (and just the history of textiles as a whole) like prehistoric and pre domestication methods, I highly recommend checking out Virginia Postrel’s book The Fabric of Civilization. She does the full history, even paleolithic spinning with Neanderthals, and goes all the way into modern era with the really techish textiles we do now.
Oh I LOVE Virginia Postrel’s book! Its what got me into spinning.
Good ol “didn’t know it was impossible” loophole
Plant fibers update!
So, I haven’t posted very much about my plant fibers in a while.
The reason is that i discovered why the drop spindle was invented:
Spinning by twisting and pulling fibers anchored to a stick, is a quick and easy way to get a repetitive stress injury.
Guess how I know. 🙃
I’m going to experiment with one of the methods that utilizes rolling against a surface I think…
so when straight people ask me why I say I’m “queer” or “gay” instead of sharing my actual identity as a panromantic demisexual non-binary sapphic queer I just tell them “ok look, when you’re talking to someone who isn’t local and they ask you where you’re from and you either say the name of the largest city nearby or ‘town name, suburb of large nearby city’ so they can get some geographical context of where you’re located right, bc they’re probably not going to know the name of the little town you actually live in.”
but if you’re talking to a local you can say the name of your actual town bc they have a greater chance of knowing where/what that is.
ok well when I’m talking to a straight person I start with queer bc chances are they aren’t as familiar with the context of all the little towns in that big queer city and need gps (gay positioning system) to find me.
if I’m talking to another queer person and I say I live in a suburb of gay city in a town called panromantic on the demisexual side of the tracks which is in the county of queer and I live off the intersection of non-binary and sapphic, they’d probably be able to find me with little to no problems, make sense?
reminder to all lesbians that just because she is a lesbian and attracted to you does not mean she is the one. there are other lesbians out there. I promise. at least 5 of them
local mourning dove goes viral for show-stopping performance in may 19th dawn chorus. when asked for comment, the rising star simply said “hhhrrroooOOOOO hooooo hoo. hooooo”
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hey. they’re what??
hi those are my tags yeah i saw some videos about it, theyre all like “remember this sound? the birds you would always hear in your childhood in the early 2000s? you dont hear it anymore bc these birds went extinct in 2020…. </3” and everyones always commenting like OMG NO THATS SO SAD THIS SOUND IS SO NOSTALGIC!!! like what do you mean i hear them all the time…
anyways heres 3 of them on my porch yesterday
edit: here’s a tiktok claiming they’re extinct, it has 400k views. here’s another with 232k views
so sad that mourning doves are extinct now. sometimes i can still hear them hoo hoo hooing