Amanda Andrews

[𝕐o̴g̴ @Yoda4ever]

I'm speed..🐕🐾😍

[We don't deserve cats 😺 @catsareblessing]

Often 0 braincells, but sometimes geniuses

[AccuWeather @accuweather]

No sci-fi movie here, just a towering scud cloud creating an otherworldly scene over Pennsylvania ☁️

[LeoDaVinciWave @LeoDaVinciWave]

Vintage Sewing Rocker from the 1930s.

[Claire Taylor 🇬🇧ioekah Lumish , ( Alcyone ) @ClaireT13274488]

"Your great-grandmother was not trying to manifest a beach vacation. She was not curating an aesthetic. She was not optimizing...anything. She had a list, and the list was short, and the list was sacred.

A full pantry. Healthy children. A roof that did not leak. A husband who came home. A garden that produced. A few good dresses. A reliable stove. Sunday dinner with people she loved. Enough flour for the week and enough kindness for the neighbors.

That was the whole dream. That was the whole life. And by the standards of most of human history, achieving that list was a roaring success.

Then the twentieth century happened, and somebody figured out that a woman who is content is terrible for business. A woman with a full pantry is not running to the store. A woman who is satisfied with her kitchen is not redoing it every four years. A woman who knows what enough looks like cannot be sold the next thing.

So they got to work. They made the small house embarrassing. They made the old car embarrassing. They made the home-cooked meal embarrassing, and then when nobody knew how to cook anymore they sold it back as a meal kit with a celebrity chef on the box. They raised the cost of living until both parents had to work, and then they sold daycare and convenience food and weekend therapy to fix the exhaustion that working both jobs created in the first place.

They took your great-grandmother's list and called it poverty. They took her life and called it limited. They took her contentment and called it a lack of ambition.

And then they sold you ambition. They sold you a bigger house you cannot clean, a car you cannot pay off, a wardrobe you do not wear, a calendar you cannot survive, and a vague constant feeling that you are still falling behind.

You are not falling behind. You are running a race that was designed to have no finish line. The race itself is the product.

-copied and pasted author unknown

[ArchaeoHistories @histories_arch]

The bread that fed Industrial Britain was slowly killing the people who ate it...

When millions of families left farms for factory cities in late 18th and early 19th Centuries, bread became something it had never been before. Not a simple food, but a lifeline. In cities like Manchester, Birmingham, and London, working families often spent more than half of their wages on food, and bread was the cheapest way to fill a stomach after a twelve-hour factory shift. Demand exploded. And the moment demand for any food product explodes faster than honest supply can keep up with, the fraud begins.

Bakers discovered that alum, a chemical compound used in tanning leather, could be mixed into flour to make cheap, coarse grain look whiter and more refined. White bread was considered higher quality, and whiter bread commanded better prices. The alum trick worked so well that by the early 1800s it had become standard practice across urban bakeries. What working-class families were buying as their daily bread was partly a leather-processing chemical. Alum caused rickets in children by interfering with calcium absorption. It was eventually shown to be directly responsible for a wave of bone disease among the industrial poor. The people baking the bread knew what they were adding. They did it anyway.

Chalk was another common adulterant. Bone ash from slaughterhouses was used to bulk out flour. There were rumors, never fully confirmed but widely believed, that bones came from graveyards. In some documented cases, potato flour, sawdust, and ground dried peas were also used. The bread looked like bread. It did not nourish like bread.

In 1820, a German chemist named Frederick Accum who had settled in London published a book called A Treatise on Adulterations of Food and Culinary Poisons. He named names. He listed specific bakers, brewers, and merchants caught adulterating their products. He included chemical tests readers could perform at home, including the advice that sticking a hot knife into a one-day-old loaf and smelling the blade would reveal the presence of alum. The book sold out in a month. It ran through four editions in two years. Then the food industry, whose profits he had threatened, worked to destroy him. He was eventually hounded out of the country over an unrelated scandal and spent the rest of his life in obscurity in Germany.

It was another fifty years before effective legislation was passed.

Meanwhile, the supply chain that fed industrial cities kept expanding. Farmers brought grain to millers. Millers sold flour to bakers. Bakers sold bread to market vendors. Vendors sold it to workers before the morning shift. Each transaction was anonymous. Each step removed the baker further from the person who would eat the bread. And in that anonymity, the adulteration thrived.

The Assize of Bread, a medieval system of regulations that had dictated what could legally go into a loaf for five hundred years, had been gradually dismantled as urban markets grew too large and too fast for any guild to monitor. What replaced it, for several decades, was nothing. The law of the market. Caveat emptor. Let the buyer beware.

The buyers were factory workers who couldn't afford to be aware; they were feeding their children on bread that was making them sick. They had no way of knowing what was in it and no legal recourse when they found out.

© Eats History

#archaeohistories

[Wolf of X @WolfofX]

In 2007, a doctor wrote about a cat named Oscar who had developed a strange habit at a nursing home in Rhode Island.

Oscar was not known for being especially friendly. He usually kept to himself and rarely spent long periods with residents.

But every so often, he would quietly enter a room, jump onto a bed and curl up beside someone.

Then he would stay.

Hours later, that person would often die.

At first, staff thought it was coincidence. But as the pattern repeated, they began paying attention. When Oscar refused to leave a patient's side, nurses sometimes called the family and told them it might be time to come and say goodbye.

Geriatrician Dr. David Dosa documented Oscar's behavior in the New England Journal of Medicine. By then, the cat had already been observed accompanying more than 25 patients during their final hours.

Later accounts linked Oscar to around 100 deaths.

No one ever proved exactly what he was detecting. Some suggested he could smell subtle chemical changes in the body. Others believed he noticed tiny changes in movement or behavior invisible to humans.

Oscar died in 2022 at the age of 17.

For years, in a quiet nursing home, a cat who usually preferred to be alone seemed to know exactly when someone should not have to die that way

[Wolf of X @WolfofX]

In 2011, homeless man John Byrne was sitting on Dublin's O'Connell Bridge with one of the few companions he had in the world, his pet rabbit Barney.

Then a passerby grabbed the rabbit and threw him into the River Liffey.

John did not hesitate.

He jumped from the bridge into the freezing water and swam after Barney. Firefighters eventually pulled them both from the river, and John reportedly gave his rabbit the kiss of life after the rescue.

Barney survived.

John's actions touched people across Ireland. Animal rights group ARAN later presented him with a Compassionate Citizen Award for risking his own life to save his pet.

The man who threw Barney into the river was taken to court. He pleaded guilty to animal cruelty and was sentenced to four months in prison.

John had almost nothing.

But when the life of his little companion was disappearing beneath the water, he risked the one thing he still had.

His own life.

[Robert F. Kennedy Jr @RobertKennedyJr]

VP Harris promises to save democracy by censoring free speech.

[Gad Saad @GadSaad]

Yes.

[Gad Saad @GadSaad]

Yes!

[Rothmus 🏴 @Rothmus]

Agree

[Amanda Andrews @AmandaAndr36030]

@kennybeckWXII This is the tweet I saw from their page and I called billing and they said they would credit my account also.

[Amanda Andrews @AmandaAndr36030]

@kennybeckWXII No problem! Have a good rest of your night!

[Amanda Andrews @AmandaAndr36030]

@TimBuckleyWX Got a text now saying 12am ETA for restoration. Someone commented on the Ask Spectrum page that you can get a billing credit if your internet was out for more than 4 hours...not much, but every little bit helps.

[Amanda Andrews @AmandaAndr36030]

@kennybeckWXII Me either. However, you can call billing and get a credit if your internet was out for more than 4 hours...not much, but I guess every bit helps.

[Amanda Andrews @AmandaAndr36030]

@TimBuckleyWX Well past the 8:30pm time they said they'd have service restored. Internet still out and you can't get through to customer service to get an update at all. I'm seriously going to look into Starlink or anything other than Spectrum...just fed up with them altogether.

[Spike Cohen @RealSpikeCohen]

The government that just lost an F-35 in South Carolina would like you to know that you can't be trusted with an AR-15.