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cooking baking

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Cooking at a friend or relative’s house is very fun first you have to get out not that cabinet not that cabinet not that cabinet not that cabinet not that cabinet not that cabinet a bowl and second

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One of my co-workers has a standing desk that he uses sitting down. It looks like this

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I was working on a history paper today and found a book from 1826 that seemed promising (though dull) for my topic, on an English Catholic family’s experience moving to France.

And it ended up not really being suitable for my purposes, as it goes. But part of the book is actually devoted to Kenelm, the author’s oldest son…and man, his dad loved him.

Kenelm seems to have had a fairly typical upbringing for a young English gentleman, although he is a bit slow to read. At twelve he’s sent to board at Stoneyhurst College—often the big step towards independence in a boy’s life, as he’ll most likely only see his parents sporadically from now on, and then leave for university.

When he’s sixteen, however, his father moves the whole family to France, so Kenelm gets pulled out of school to be with them again. Shortly after the move, his dad notices that he seems depressed. Kenelm confides in him that he’s been suffering from “scruples” for the last eighteen months—most likely what we’d now call an anxiety disorder.

And his dad is pissed—at the school, because apparently Kenelm had been seeking help there and received none, despite obviously struggling with mental health issues. So his dad takes it seriously. He sets him up to be counseled by a priest—there were no therapists back then—and doesn’t send him away to be boarded again, instead teaching him at home himself.

And his mental health does improve. His dad describes him as well-liked, gentle, pious, kind and eager to please others; at twenty he’s thinking about a career in diplomacy or going into the military—which his dad thinks he is not particularly suited for, considering his favorite pastimes are drawing and reading. He’s excited about his family’s upcoming move to Italy, and he’s been busy learning Italian and teaching it to his siblings.

Henry Kenelm Beste dies of typhus at twenty years, four months, and twenty-five days. That’s how his dad records it. That’s why his dad is telling this story. It’s not an extraordinary story—Kenelm’s story struck me because he sounds so…ordinary, like so many kids today. And he was so, so loved. His dad tried hard to help him compassionately with his mental health at a time where our current knowledge and support systems didn’t exist. You can feel how badly he wanted his son to be remembered and loved, to impress how dearly beloved he was to the people who knew him in life.

I hope he’d be glad to know someone is still thinking of Kenelm over 200 years later.

Anyway, that’s why I’m crying today.

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Give a man a leaf and he will eat it. Teach a man to leaf and he will go away

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smoking that shit that makes you cry about the horrors of car-centric infrastructure

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So, I follow this “bad commercial interior design” Facebook page and-

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I am not trying to be disrespectful but sometimes you use big/sophisticated words in your cowboy fic (it's the first one I have read of yours and I am enjoying it a lot!) and it makes me think you use AI or something similar. Again, I do not mean this to be rude but I'm curious if you do.

i use 'big words' because i have a law degree.

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walkable cities also means sittable cities send tweet

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listen it's especially important to me because i WAS a kid on the free lunch program growing up, but it's actually UNBELIEVABLE to me that there is ANYONE who isn't in favor of "kids get to eat at school no matter their household income"

i know i'm speaking to a panel of like-minded individuals here on the blue hellsite when it comes to this, but i just?? i truly don't fucking Get It???

it's just wild to me that there are actually people who AREN'T on the side of, "yeah, i want all children to have access to food at school if they need it"

like? being on the opposite side?? is straight supervillain shit??

GOD FORBID i spend $14.70 a month in taxes to make sure a child has at least one reliable meal a day (preferably two--shout out school breakfast program, those french toast sticks always fucked severely) even if that isn't the case at home

"but what if their parents can pay for it and just aren't?" then they're bad parents and that child still deserves to eat??? hello??

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When I was a kid I had a book of like, "fun physics experiments for kids". And one of them was an "experiment" where you hold an object by a string and just by focusing on the direction you wanted it to swing, it would start to move in that direction even without your input. The book of course explained that this was the ideomotor effect, a phenomenon where your thoughts can create minute, unconscious movements in your body.

Then a couple years later I got a fortune-telling kit that included a pendulum. You hold the pendulum over a piece of paper that says "yes" and "no" and ask a question, and whichever way the pendulum moves is the answer.

At which point I was like "hey WAIT a minute", and in hindsight I think that experience explains most things about who I am as a person

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Absolutely obsessed with the decision to make a character who's really into DnD and also absolutely shit at improv btw.

It would have been be soooo easy to make him good at it. I like to imagine the Doctor expected him to be good at it too. But some of us ARE really awkward at roleplay when it comes down to it and thats okay. Rogue's one of us <3

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i read the hobbit in 3rd grade and i thought it was really lame. however i liked bilbo baggins for some reason and i was fully convinced he was some sort of rabbit/mouse thing until i saw the lotr movies and was really, really confused

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I am literally one class away from finishing an AA in visual arts and I am having so much trouble motivating myself to select and sign up for that one class. If I don't sign up for this semester I'm going to be dropped as a current student and will have to re-apply to the school.

I don't wannnnnna