If you are a mutual in the states of Texas or Oklahoma and would like to meet up with me sometime, DM me and let’s grab a coffee or a beer. I’m feeling it’s my season to do some driving
poutine is the product of canadians trying to make american-style food, but ending up doing it in a canadian way, so as a canadian-american it is perfectly made for me
at jewish events, jews see my german last name on my name tag and every time they're like "oh i know a [last name]!" or "it's almost like [very similar last name]!" and just assume i'm jewish
sitting on my sister's porch i got invited by a jewish lady walking by to a civil resistance presentation at the reform synagogue a few doors down and i was like fuck it why not
but it was way more interactive than i thought, and i couldn't fake it, so i just played autist
The frontier! There is no word in the English language more stirring, more intimate or more beloved. It means the old hope of a real personal liberty and yet a real human advance in character and achievement.
— Emerson Hough (1918)
A whole view of life is captured in the Old English word dūstsċēawung, which meant ‘dust-watching’ or ‘contemplation of dust’. People would watch motes of dust float in the sunlight, and think about how the dust used to be other things. A book, a tree, the walls of a city—a people, when it ceases to love itself—all will fade like the shouts of children on a summer day, or vanish like the memory of a dream. (IPA: [ˈduːstˌʃæɑ̯.wʊŋɡ])