COLUMBUS, OH—Marveling at how well preserved the archaic opinions were, a team of archaeologists from the Smithsonian Institution announced Thursday the discovery of a fully intact 17th-century belief system in Ohio congressman Jim Jordan (R-OH). “It’s just extraordinary to come across a perspective that dates back to the the mid-1600s and shows absolutely no signs of decay,” said Dr. Claire Goedde, explaining that while it’s not uncommon to encounter partial remains of convictions from that era, it’s exceedingly rare to recover a specimen this pristine. “All the 400-year-old viewpoints remain almost completely untouched, from religion’s place in society to the rights of women to the attitude toward science. I can only imagine the insights this single sample will provide as to how people who lived centuries ago saw the world around them.” Goedde added, however, that the congressman’s belief system was fragile even in near-perfect condition and could deteriorate rapidly if examined too much.
What she says: I’m fine
What she means: I love you so much and I want to declare it to the world but public extreme expressions of love short of marriage proposals are looked down upon or made fun of by society and I’m worried people are going to judge me but I’m content being by your side because there’s nothing I love more
you: I love you me, and intellectual: I love you unconditionally and the fact that I see myself as more intuitive does not change that at all, and, in fact, sometimes enhances my love for you
Did you know that I will climb nearly 90 degree angles to announce my deep love for you from the top of the highest mountains. Because I crave that affection.
Me, on a date: how do you feel about wholesome memes? My date: I love them so much as it is my deepest desire to have that kind of connection with someone Me: *pulling breadsticks out of my purse* I stole these from Olive Garden and want to share them with you
Come one guys join in on this In case you haven’t noticed this whole meme is already a wholesome version of a past meme, the “what will be the first meme of 2015” meme So this meme is a meme of itself
I came out here to have a good time and I’m honestly feeling so loved and supported right now.
this kind of wholesome subversion of memes looks like a lot of
fun
jewishbookwyrm: i have made a wholesome meme tumblr: you fixed a really bad trend is what you did. look at it. it’s got love and support.
are we doing loving memes?
friends, we might be
“Tumblr a pit of hate and despair” factoid is incorrect. Wholesome Georg, who posts support and friendship from a cave is representative adn should be counted.
maybe the real wholesome memes were the friends we made along the way
Tag yourself I’m wholesome subversion of memes
2017 but every time I love and support my friends it gets faster
I awake in the morning
mind: refreshed
heart: open
friends: online
I am forcibly removed from loneliness and isolation.
When our synagogue heard about the horrific tragedy that took place at the Pulse nightclub in Orlando, it was at the same time that we were celebrating our festival of Shavuot, which celebrates God’s giving of the Torah.
As Orthodox Jews, we don’t travel or use the Internet on the Sabbath or on holidays, such as Shavuot. But on Sunday night, as we heard the news, I announced from the pulpit that as soon as the holiday ended at 9:17 p.m. Monday, we would travel from our synagogue in Northwest Washington to a gay bar as an act of solidarity.
We just wanted to share the message that we were all in tremendous pain and that our lives were not going on as normal. Even though the holiday is a joyous occasion, I felt tears in my eyes as I recited our sacred prayers.
I had not been to a bar in more than 20 years. And I had never been to a gay bar. Someone in the congregation told me about a bar called the Fireplace, so I announced that as our destination. Afterward, I found out it was predominantly frequented by gay African Americans.
Approximately a dozen of us, wearing our kippot, or yarmulkes, went down as soon as the holiday ended. Some of the members of our group are gay, but most are not. We did not know what to expect. As we gathered outside, we saw one large, drunk man talking loudly and wildly. I wondered whether we were in the right place. Then my mother, who was with me, went up to a man who was standing on the side of the building. She told him why we were there. He broke down in tears and told us his cousin was killed at Pulse. He embraced us and invited us into the Fireplace.
We didn’t know what to expect, but it turned out that we had so much in common. We met everyone in the bar. One of the patrons told me that his stepchildren were actually bar-mitzvahed in our congregation. Another one asked for my card so that his church could come and visit. The bartender shut off all of the music in the room, and the crowd became silent as we offered words of prayer and healing. My co-clergy Maharat Ruth Friedman shared a blessing related to the holiday of Shavuot, and she lit memorial candles on the bar ledge. Then everyone in the bar put their hands around each other’s shoulders, and we sang soulful tunes. After that, one of our congregants bought a round of beer for the whole bar.
Everyone in the bar embraced each other. It was powerful and moving and real and raw.
After that we moved to the outdoor makeshift memorial service at Dupont Circle. There, too, we did not know what to expect. But as we gathered around the circle, people kept coming up to us and embracing us. One man we met there told us that his daughter sometimes prays with us. Others were visiting from Los Angeles but joined in full voice, clearly knowing the Hebrew words to the song we were singing.
As we were singing, I looked over at some gay members of our congregation and saw tears flowing down their faces. I felt the reality that we are living in a time of enormous pain. But I also felt that the night was a tremendous learning experience for me. I learned that when a rabbi and members of an Orthodox synagogue walk into a gay African American bar, it is not the opening line of a joke but an opportunity to connect; it is an opportunity to break down barriers and come together as one; it is an opportunity to learn that if we are going to survive, we all need each other.
I don’t think this article got very much traction last year, but I wanted to share it again.
“Researchers from the University of the Ryukyus, Japan, observed this unusual behavior while feeding the cephalopods in the lab. The cuttlefish would bend their arms and move them sharply like they were legs, and also develop dark spots on their skin. The researchers are not certain why the cuttlefish pretend to be hermit crabs but suggest it could be a form of defense useful in hunting small fish. Cuttlefish and other cephalopods are known to use camouflage and mimicry in the wild. The researchers hope to study the cuttlefish further to confirm whether the pharaoh cuttlefish are indeed imitating hermit crabs.”
So, having listened to the whole thing and read Comey’s statement, the thing that struck me most was how much the hearing sounded like the questioning of a sexual assault victim.
By which I mean:
Comey was asked why he didn’t say, “No,” to Trump’s inappropriate requests.
Comey was asked why he didn’t refuse Trump’s calls or invitations.
He was asked if he instigated the private meetings.
He was asked why he hadn’t told anyone or asked for help.
Frankly, it was amazing he wasn’t asked what he was wearing.
The conclusions I draw from this are that, yeah, I pretty much believe Comey’s account. It sounds legit. I think it’s realistic that Trump uses predatory intimidation techniques in his business and political dealings, as well as in his dealings with women.
Comey’s account makes it pretty clear that Trump relies on two things when trying to manipulate someone to get what he wants.
First, he uses his power – in this case the office of President – as a deliberate intimidation technique. He silently uses his power to put less powerful people in situations where they cannot easily say no in the moment, because the potential harm to them seems too high to do so.
Pretty much every woman in the world will know what I mean by that.
Second, he relies on the expectation of the normal scripts of politeness in the people he targets, while already planning to break them himself. By which I mean, he deliberately puts people in a situation where not only does the power differential make it hard to say no, they also have to be deliberately rude in order to say no, and the resulting damage to their own reputation will likely be worse than to his.
It’s practically textbook sexual-predation technique, and we just got an eye-witness account of it on the stand by the then-head of the FBI. Scholars and historians are going to be chewing over this for decades. Wowser.
I have a swirling maelstrom of feelings about this. Obviously, it’s appalling that a sexual predator and bully is the President of the USA. It’s also just completely bizarre to hear a comparatively powerful white man express on the world stage the awkwardness and scriptlessness that’s felt in the moment of being targetted by a predator. It was practically word for word an echo of experiences I’ve had in sexually unwanted situations. I felt for Comey – no-one should have to deal with that anywhere, anytime, but particularly not in the workplace.
And perhaps the most astounding thing of all: I didn’t think any explanation could make me think Comey’s public announcements about the Clinton email-server investigation really were the lesser of two evils, but this testimony did offer a fairly compelling case for it. The larger implications of the context he found himself in, with the person he reported to either suspect or perceived to be so… ugh. He really did only have bad choices. The one he chose was still undoubtedly bad. But maybe silence really would have been worse. I’m glad I wasn’t the one in that hotseat.
American politics is such a fucking mess right now.
Hearseeno 