Good news! I managed to find the last dandelions of the season :) I really thought I'd missed the window to harvest them this year; it's usually a late-April activity for me but it rained so much in the past couple of months, it just ruined my flower-harvest schedule.
The only dandelions left where I live are all in their wish-granting puffball phase, but I thought I'd try my luck at higher elevations—yesterday I called a neighbour who lives 150 metres higher, it went something like "Hello I would like to inquire about your dandelions and what stage of their life cycle they have reached." Neighbour told me if I hadn't introduced myself first she would have assumed I was a salesperson cold-calling to pitch a product ("You sounded so professional.") But she confirmed that she saw a few still-yellow dandelions during her last walk! Pandolf and I were immediately on our way.
Neighbour also told me that the cows were out in one of the pastures I was about to cross, but I didn't tell Pan, it was a surprise. He was so happy! Look at him bouncing his way towards them:
I was ready to call him back if the cows looked nervous, but instead more cows arrived to meet this visitor, to Pandolf's extreme delight (I had to call him twice before he deigned to stop greeting cows and join me on my dandelion search.)
Usually I just sit in a pasture covered with thousands of dandelions and I barely have to move to fill my basket, but in late May the harvestable dandelions are few and far between, so I had to walk long distances to find a couple here, a couple there—and I had to really inspect the tall grass, where they are much better-hidden than in April grass.
And guess what else I found in the tall grass?
A lion!
Worse! it's Texas :) I guess he is officially a recurring character. (Here's Texas' memorable introduction, for those who missed it.)
He makes Pandolf look small and scrawny!
I went to say hello to his owner but she wasn't home, so we returned to our dandelion field, followed closely by a suspicious Texas.
Sure, I'd scritched his ears and it was nice, but he's a diligent guard dog and unlike Pandolf he doesn't think friendly ear-scratching and malicious intent are two circles that can't overlap. But once I showed him my harvest he lost interest in us. Catching dandelion thieves is not in his job description.
Another animal I had to negotiate with were pollinators, who were clinging to the last few dandelions even though there were other wildflowers for them to feed from. They probably thought I was being similarly unreasonable with my single-minded focus.
I also found an adorable tiny spider in my harvest—she was dandelion-yellow and perfectly camouflaged to hunt insects in there! Here she is giving me a tiny spider high-five (or maybe angrily shaking her fist at me as I deprived her of this ideal hunting ground)
I let the llamas out to eat the weeds in my (still not planted) vegetable garden, like last week, as I started the long and meticulous process of destemming 400 dandelion flowers one by one. It started raining at some point but I had to stay outside to keep an eye on Pampe—it wasn't cold at all, and after the initial "oh no! rain" reaction, it started feeling pretty nice and meditative, sitting outside in the soft spring rain with the animals while preparing flowers.
I proudly told my mother that despite being one month late I managed to make 5 jars of dandelion honey just like last year, and she complained about shrinkflation seeing as I used significantly smaller jars than last year. I'm sorry but that's just called making clever use of packaging to meet unreasonable customer expectations in difficult times. Plus, I used 1 more lemon than usual in my recipe, so what this product lost in quantity it gained in quality. ("That's what they all say," she tutted)
(If my hen looks grumpy it's because she was sheltering from the rain under the table and I unceremoniously caught her and dropped her on top of it to enliven my photo. Not only did she get wet but she felt used, like a mere prop. She's back in her sheltered spot and it's been over 10min but you can still hear muffled resentful clucks when you walk past the table.)
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I'm generally a chill guy but every time I see temperatures written in Fahrenheit in a scientific publication I do get a primal rage for a few seconds and then it subsides, but otherwise, nothing really gets to me.
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"Haha." Jay presses a finger to his forehead. "Tricked ya." Jay lightly pushes his head with a flick and drops his hand with a light thud, like he lacked the energy to spare to bother lowering it gently. "You really thought that the winner got to stay in the ring, boulderbrain? ...Yeah, I did too. Can't blame you for wish—" Jay suddenly trails off, mid-word. After a pause, he continues, "Positive thinking..."
"No. No, no way." Cole whips his head to Nadakhan, who has a grand old grin slapped up on his face like he’s watching the show of a lifetime.
maybe you can't grasp how much love and effort went into this comic. but I hope some can. I did my very best...
pls read my favorite whump fic yet and leave a comment if you like it
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siguiendo con la línea de la gente de afuera y de acá que tiene una imagen en la cabeza de argentina como "blanca", me rompe soberanamente las pelotas cuando lo repiten los de afuera sin saber, pero cuando es la misma gente del país me dan ganas de matarlos.
no dudo que sea un poco culpa de ciertos porteños que se piensan que caba es el culo del mundo solo porque no interactúan con otra gente a más de un radio de 20 cuadras en puerto madero que hacen más ruido que otra gente. pero no son los únicos que me preguntan de "donde soy?" desde que nací y muchas veces se sorprenden o no me terminan de reconocer como alguien que pertenece realmente a “acá” les hace ruido mi cara supongo qsy. así como muchos otros que tienen padres de otros países de la misma latam pero por alguna "razon" no se refieren a ellos como argentinos posta o no cuentan tus experiencias a la hora de hablar otras realidades en tu propio pais porque "tus viejos no nacieron acá es distinto".....te recuerdo que tus abuelos venían de afuera también. que te hace más argentino que yo? que haya más inmigrantes europeos en buenos aires? a veces se pasan de joda con los chistes de argentina es italia o españa 2.0. la herencia de argentina no es únicamente la europea dejémonos de joder
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Endo says that he wants to return to the comedy part of the story because this kind of angst exhausts him mentally, but you did this to us and to yourself! (?
Joke aside, as I always said, after this arc the next chapter would be a comedy one, as Endo never joints one dramatic arc with another dramatic arc, he constantly uses comedy as stress relief, and now he himself is saying that so there is the proof.
So don't spect the beginning of a new arc after this one because he probably will write a simpler, silly chapter. Although he uses silly chapters to begin new arcs, as he used the cat cach chapter for cruise arc, the handkerchief chapter for the Twilight past arc, and the Yor goes to drink with her friends for the mole arc. So they aren't useless chapter, they are more like joints in his world building.
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Do you have any advice on picking books for readers with limited time? I love to read, but in the past couple years I've been dissatisfied with almost everything I've read and I've purposely been trying to pick a variety: obscure, best-sellers, internet-recs, vintage, recents and I can't seem to pick well. I know the key to finding more good things is to read more quantity, but I've only got so much free time and can only read so fast.
Oh I feel you! There was a whole period of my life when I was desperately trying to find some alchemical formula to ensure that most of the books I read are good-to-great rather than okay-to-good. I had this scientific process where I tried to log a lot of details about the books I read and then look at the numbers year after year to find a common denominator. Is it a matter of reading more, or is it reading more older books vs. recent ones, male vs. female authors, books from my to-read list vs. impulsive reads, books recommended by friends vs. books I find myself? etc. etc. I made line graphs.
In the end the only factor that seemed to correlate with how many good books I read in a year was the number of unfinished reads, so the one piece of advice I have is to not hesitate to give up on a book you're not enjoying. I read multiple books at a time so it's easy to see if there's one that I keep neglecting in favour of the others; and I get most of my books for free or very cheap (from my local library, or OpenLibrary or Zlibrary, or secondhand bookshops where they're like 50cts apiece, or swapping books with friends), the ones I buy new are mostly books I've already read & enjoyed, so I don't have qualms about giving up 20 pages in if I'm not feeling it.
Other than that, I've kind of made my peace with the fact that finding a good book is a mysterious serendipitous process and most of the books I read will be just okay, plus a few bad ones and some great ones.
That said if most books you read end up being unsatisfying rather than at least okay, maybe you're not sure what you're looking for? It helps to identify what you want from a book at a particular time (fun escapism, learning more about a given topic, immersion in a specific atmosphere and if so, which one...) I tend to start a new read with a precise idea of what it would take for this book to be satisfying, e.g. "rn I feel like reading about someone's quiet daily life, maybe a diary or letters, set in a place or context I don't know much about, without turmoil or tragedy" or "a story set in the 17/1800s with flowery prose, interesting female characters, focused on intricate social shenanigans rather than romance or adventure" etc, so it allows me to narrow things down and eliminate potential reads where too many criteria are missing.
And I like to read a few 1-star goodreads reviews—some prefer to focus on 3-star reviews which are more balanced; personally I figure, if the people who hated this book the most cite reasons for disliking it that aren’t dealbreakers for me, that’s a good sign. And if the worst reviews cite stuff I'm actually looking for right now ("too long, too many digressions, long-winded prose, too quiet / not enough action", etc) then it’s a book that comes recommended both by 5-star and 1-star reviewers :)
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