As someone who's only watched the recent movies, I don't know whether the blisteringly cool two moon eclipse in Dune 2 was a short- or long-term event. But if it's a long term event... the Arrakis we see would be Arrakis with most of the sun gone.
There's a beauty Canadian-Israeli youtuber out there who pivoted her social to hardcore hasbara. This is where we find out that she double-majored in government and counter-terrorism.
Whiplash. Boom! How the fuck did that switch happen?
רקע חשוב עליי: אני אמריקנית מי לומדת עברית, ציונית בטח, וכי אני אמריקנית אני רואה הרבה אנשים במעגלים שלי מי תומכים פליסטין באופן לא בריא, לאמור בנימוס. לפעמים אלה הקרוב המשפחה שלי. לא הלחמתי, פשוט כעסתי וכאבתי. מרגשתי כבקבוק של רגשים, אתכם יודעים? כשמפאיין. תעקובו אותי כמה שבועות ותדחוף אותי ואתפוצץ.
אבל!
ביום רביעי הבן המשפחתי הזה הגיד לי עליו והתדברנו על המלחמה והתמונה הגדולה שישראל-פאליסטין, הקשיב, השתנה. הייתי שומעת, אבל היה לי המון יותר מידע בנושא אז לא הרבה לחשוב. ואני רגשתי נשמע, יודעים?
יש תקווה. אנחנו עושים העבודה בשטח שאנחנו יכולים, ואנשים יומיומים איפשהו בעולם מקשיבים לשנינו. עכשיו אני לא שמפיין.
תיקונים לכתיבי יתקבלו בדִי-אֲמְז, עם אתכם רוצים :). אני תמיד חופשת להשתפר.
imagine having a tattoo in honor of your dead spouse but that tattoo also depicts what is haunting your psychic friend’s dreams. imagine meeting a figure from your boss’ past but she’s literally a corpse from a tree and she’s taking you through your grief. imagine going out antiquing with a new, kinda weird buddy and he tries to start shit with a little old lady, who pulls a weapon him. Every day Orym wakes up.
If my manners serve me right, for this circumstance it’s “Zonah metupeshet” (זונה מטפשת)
A girl I went to middle school with sat in front of me on the public bus, turned around, and started saying happy birthday in different languages. I would say thank you in the corresponding language until she got to Hebrew and I said, “I don’t know how to say it in Hebrew, sorry.” She looked dissatisfied and put her headphones in and we didn’t speak again.
Thinking about how my mom tried to “seduce” my dad when they were in college together by sneaking oranges into his backpack, because she grew up food insecure and feeding someone/sharing food was a big deal with her upbringing with a lot of emotional meaning–
and meanwhile my poor dad is just convinced that he’s been haunted by some citrus poltergeist because why the fuck are there always oranges in his bag he swears he did not put there???
Imogen: "Theory" is when you know everything and nothing works. "Practice" is when everything works but no one knows why. In our party, theory and practice are combined.
Imogen, looking at a collapsing building: Nothing works and no one knows why.