Renovation, aquarium, scale models, architectural design, schnauzers & art. On X to see what Japanese people are doing! Greatest respect for Japan! 🇯🇵🇺🇸
@GoingParabolic I bought in, first time, yesterday. Just a little FOMO insurance. I'm bullish in the long term. But if it goes to zero it will be worth it for the Schadenfreude, after being heckled by friends for not buying it when it was at 100k lol.
@Rothmus I'm so old I remember NAFTA being sold to the public as getting rid of oppressive factory work that is beneath us Americans. As if unemployment, cubicles and fentanyl is better.
@dixieprim@MrEncouragement@KangusB3 Bro, you network by cutting off all the people around you who are broke losers, and you seek out people who are ambitious and effective. Because it's true -- you become the average of the 5 people you hang out with the most. So hang out with winners and ditch the losers.
In America, a stranger will love you on sight, and you are simply expected to allow it.
I entered a coffee house. The young man behind the counter beheld me as though I were his brother home from war. "Hey man! How's it going! Love the whole look."
He loved my look. We had known each other four seconds. In my country such warmth is earned across years, or across a battlefield. This boy had granted it before I spoke a single word.
I resolved at once to be worthy of so sudden a friendship.
He asked my name, to write upon the cup. I understood the weight of this. He wished to record our meeting for all time. I drew myself up and gave it the breath it deserved.
"Nobunaga."
He paused. He nodded slowly, as a man does when he has heard greatness. Then he wrote, with great care, "NUGGET."
I looked at the cup. I looked at him. He was beaming, proud of the gift.
A samurai does not correct a gift. To refuse the name a friend bestows is to spit upon his kindness. He had heard my name, weighed it in his heart, and returned to me something he believed finer. Who was I to say he was wrong?
So I became Nugget.
When the drink was ready he called it out with feeling. "NUGGET!" I rose. I answered to it as a man answers to his own honor. I bowed to the room. Several people clapped. I did not know why, but I accepted their respect for the name I now carried.
I have returned every day for a week. I am Nugget at this establishment. The whole staff knows me as Nugget. They greet me warmly. "Nugget's back!"
I have built a life here, under a name I did not choose, given by a boy who could not hear me, and I find I do not wish to give it up.
So tell me honestly.
Eight hundred years my family carried one name. I lost it in four seconds at a coffee counter, and I have never felt more welcome.
Was it a fair trade?
Because Nugget, I think, is happy.
@MrEncouragement@KangusB3 The existence of some successful millennial homeowners doesn’t disprove that the housing market has become structurally brutal for their generation. Record high price to income ratios, stagnant wages relative to housing costs, massive student debt, etc.
@MrEncouragement@KangusB3 Lol. GenX is officially over the hill, giving out Boomer advice like it's fresh new wisdom. "Listen here, Sonny, you can start a shoe shine stand! All ya need is a fruit crate and a can of Shinola!"
@memeticsisyphus I had a German friend with a degree in "Amerikanistik" (an actual academic field at German universities that examines the United States.) She's NEVER been to the USA, but she would tell me how it is here. Of course all her opinions were garbage leftoid talking points. 🙄
I ordered one pancake in America. The waitress wrote it down and said, "one short stack."
Short. I am a small and humble man. A short stack sounded perfect for me. I waited with a calm heart.
She returned carrying three pancakes, each the size of my face, stacked into a tower, with a block of butter on top sliding down the sides like slow lava.
This was the short one. I did not dare ask what the tall one looked like. Some knowledge a man is not ready for.
I ate for forty minutes. I was not full. I was afraid. The tower did not shrink. I am fairly sure it was growing back faster than I could eat it.
I had to surrender. I left half. In Japan, leaving food is a deep shame. So I leaned in close and apologized to the pancakes directly, in a low voice, one by one.
The waitress asked if I wanted a box. I did not know food could be taken into custody. I declined. I did not want it following me home.
In America, is the short stack truly the small one?
I need time to prepare my spirit before I ever face the tall one.
@SPRA24 Shocked to see the archival footage was removed by X... so much for "maximum truth seeking" and "protecting free speech." Anyway the POWs were American and British airborne troops. I made out a 101st Airborne patch on one. I assume they were captured during the Normandy Campaign
Fascinating-- Everyone is familiar with film of German prisoners spat on by Liberated French civilians. Here's a film of Allied prisoners spat on by occupied French civilians. 🤔 https://t.co/RdoGvIXU4Y
@2pac2furious 25 years ago I had a female CFI who was clearly borderline incompetent. She always masked her insecurities with superiority, and got away with it until she wrecked three aircraft and injured her student doing simple touch & gos. A white guy would have been more scrutinized.