the drug worked at first but eventually it stopped. I sat there awake, wired but devoid of euphoria honestly wondering what the fuck I was actually doing. I decided I was done. But by that point I was someone else. If you love an addict it's an unenviable situation for you absolutely cannot save them, you probably can't really even help them, all you probably do in such efforts is enable that's it. You have no other choice but to walk away because to do anything else is futile, could be harmful and you are no use to them if you go down by staying too long and being drowned by the chaos as collateral damage. Shame is of utterly no use at all. When we feel shame we are incapable of believing we can be any better and we sit a fester we do not improve. Self forgiveness and compassion is so important it is not saying what you did is ok it the act of admitting to your shitty deeds, taking responsibility and acknowledging that although none of it was ok, you are human you fucked up you can do better. Self reflection owning your ugly bits is empowering. When we see everything about who we are in the plain sight of day we can deal with it all so much better we can be better humans. When we stop spending all our time consumed by looking inward at our pain our needs our whatever and start looking outwards and considering others when we stop being selfish when we make sacrifices the world suddenly becomes so much bigger brighter and more wonderful. Relationships will keep us well you suddenly respect those you love rather than take people for granted and there are lines in recovery that you can no longer step over because you suddenly realise how fucking lonely and miserable that path was and if you are lucky so very lucky like me you realise too how much you have to lose and that is unbearable. You have a bad day? You develop other tools. the whole "fuck it I'm gonna get cooked" is just no longer something I could consider. Recovery is possible. Addiction is a lethal disease. I am no better that the addict who is still using still struggling, I really mean that, I'm not special. I'm just fortunate to have made it to a different point in the process alive. God only knows how. If I can do it anyone can.
These elephants needed help finding their way home.
Having left the safety of the National Park, they found themselves stuck outside the Park fence. This boundary line prevents incursions into the National Park, and helps reduce human-wildlife conflict.
In a joint response with the Kenya Wildlife Service, ground teams created an opening in the fence (which we later closed), while our pilot guided the group into position. Much jostling later, all five finally went through, back into the vast safety of Tsavo.
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Pooh sat down and thought. “I have been Foolish and Deluded,” said he, “and I am a Bear of No Brain at All.”
“You’re the Best Bear in All the World,” said Christopher Robin soothingly.
“Am I?” said Pooh hopefully. And he brightened up suddenly. ~A.A.Milne
Do elephants remember who was kind to them?
Yes – and across decades. Our ex-orphans return to the stockades long after they've gone wild, recognise specific Keepers by name, and bring their wild-born calves home to introduce them. They even come back for help.
Last month, Melia walked her new daughter Moon to our Ithumba Reintegration Unit – sixteen years after we rescued her. She came back so the people who raised her could meet her calf.
Meet Zigi, the youngest of the wild-born babies at our Umani Springs Reintegration Unit.
He was born on 24 April 2025 to ex-orphan Zongoloni – her first calf, and the fourth wild-born of the Umani herd. He arrived after a 22-month pregnancy that kept our Keepers waiting; Zongoloni brought her old friends Ziwa and Faraja with her on the morning she went into labour.
Zigi is now just over a year old, sharing the Kibwezi Forest with his three slightly older friends – Mwana, Lenny and Sulwe. The Umani crèche is getting full.
Read more about Zigi: https://t.co/A8R1bu88J7
@DougWahl1 SOURCE:
Residents of French Village Say US Defense Chief Hegseth Not Welcome for D-Day Visit - France 24
Residents said his "warlike views" were unwelcome in their village and questioned his commitment to "democratic values".
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@STargayen@jec79@MarkJCarney What about other Canadians who wear their Order of Canada? Does that describe them too? Or the wearing of any other award or medal?
On June 1, 1972, Godspell opened at the Royal Alexandra Theatre in Toronto. No one in the audience knew that they were seeing a group of unknown actors who would change comedy forever and go on to win Oscars, Emmys, Grammys and Tonys.
This is the story!
📸 Jeff Goode
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Recently learned about Sunghyun Yoo, a Korean tailor who moved from Seoul to Naples in 2017 to learn how to become a bespoke tailor. While many East Asians take apprenticeships in Europe, often in Italy, most of them return to their home countries after their studies. Yoo decided to stay in Naples, where he has established his own workshop, which he named Sartoria Del Signore.
If you know a little about tailoring, then you can spot many of the hallmarks here of Neapolitan style: The soft shoulder line, extended front dart, high gorge, straight lapels, and slightly sweeping quarters. It's said that Vincenzo Attolini invented this style in the early 1900s when he worked as the head cutter for Rubinacci (then called London House).
Back then, traditional British tailoring tended to be more structured. A jacket was typically built with a stiff layer of haircloth, a layer of body canvas, and a fuzzy layer of felt called domette to prevent the prickly haircloth from poking through. Faced with clients who wanted lighter, more comfortable jackets for Naples's warmer clime, Attolini ripped out much of this structure — removing the domette entirely and reserving just a bit of haircloth at certain parts of the chest. The shoulder line was also minimally padded. The result is something that's not only lighter and more comfortable in the heat but also looks more relaxed and casual than its British counterpart.
Today, Neapolitan tailoring houses struggle to find apprentices. For good reason, most young people don't want to become bespoke tailors, as it takes a long time to learn the skills, and the future of this market is uncertain. Even when young people enter the tailoring industry, they are more likely to become content creators, businesspeople, marketers, or something similar. They don't want to be the people who draft patterns, cut, and sew.
Thus, it's great to see immigrants keep this craft alive. To me, it's never about the person's ethnicity, but rather their skills and mindset. Anyone can learn how to become a bespoke tailor. In Naples, there's a specific way of doing things that yields a particular silhouette. It's great to see Yoo carry this tradition forward at a time when it's at risk of disappearing.
Earlier this year, I had dinner with two bespoke tailors — one from Hong Kong, the other from Seoul. The second was studied under Antonio Pascariello, a master tailor in Naples who recently passed away. I remember asking both tailors a question about how to fit a difficult figure, and the Korean tailor gave an answer that I thought revealed a very Italian way of thinking. In this way, Italian traditions live on, regardless of the person's ethnicity.
If you're interested, you can follow Yoo on Instagram (look up sartoriadelsignore). As usual, I have no affiliation with him — this is not a paid post, as I don't do paid posts. Just some thoughts about this dying art and the role that immigrants play, even when they're from different cultures and backgrounds.
🚨 ALBANIA DID IT !!!!!!
Albanians crushed the Kushner-Jewish land grab.
Project Suspended indefinitely until further notice.
Public pressure still works against these beasts.
Source: Politico.
Pooh could get his chin on the bottom rail if he wanted to, but it was more fun to lie down and get his head under it, and watch the river slipping away beneath him… and it slipped away very slowly, being in no hurry to get there. ~A.A.Milne