@doggintrump That makes no sense. With a larger population, there should be a larger number of election officers. Both Wyoming and Texas manage to get their ballots counted promptly -- why can't California?
USA. A backyard. One man guarding a grill for four hours.
He never left it once.
Everyone else drifted and drank and laughed. But one man stood alone before the flames, turning meat with a long fork, immovable. I knew him at once. The keeper of the sacred fire.
I took my place beside him and said nothing. After a while, he spoke.
"Low and slow," he said, eyes on the coals. "You can't rush it. Rush it, you ruin it."
I bowed my head. A blade, a tea, a life. None can be rushed. I had crossed four thousand miles to hear my grandfather's words from a man in a "KISS THE COOK" apron.
"Everything worth doing is slow," I agreed.
He glanced at me. Something passed between us.
"My wife says just use the oven." He shook his head at the fire. "She doesn't get it."
"They never do," I said.
And this is where it turned.
For the first time in years, this man had been understood. And he rose to meet it. His back straightened. His voice dropped low. A teenager reached for the grill and the man lifted one hand without even looking. "Not yet." The boy retreated. He was becoming what I already believed him to be.
A woman asked when the food would be done. "It's ready when it's ready," he told the flames.
Three people approached. Three were turned away with a single word. By the fourth hour, no one questioned him. The whole party had arranged itself around the man and his fire, the way a village arranges itself around a shrine.
Then he handed me the fork.
"Watch it a sec. I gotta pee."
I have been trusted with castles.
I have never been more honored.
He served everyone before himself, and ate last, standing, still watching the coals. We never traded names. We did not need to.
He believed he had finally met a man who took his cooking seriously.
I believed I had finally met America's last samurai.
Neither of us will ever correct the other.
So tell me, America.
Who is the man at your gathering who will not leave the grill?
Have you ever once asked him why?
I think he is still standing there.
Guarding the fire.
Waiting for one person to understand.
Everyone’s yelling “communism” about Mamdani’s housing plan. They’re missing the actual trick.
His own plan says the city will “engage lenders to trigger foreclosure” on landlords.
I’ve done real estate 20 years. Here’s what that means: they let the building go distressed, force the bank to eat the loan, then hand it off with NO mortgage.
A building with no loan is a money printer. And they pick who holds it.
That’s not a housing plan. It’s a wealth transfer with a loyalty program attached.
New York’s the test kitchen. California’s next.
Follow me — I’ll show you the part nobody else is reading. 🔨
@Gentleman_Ways Gutenberg. By making books more widely available, he created a demand for literacy. As books and reading proliferated, the exchange of knowledge made subsequent inventions so much easier.
@FoxNews It depends on the restaurant. We liked going to Chinese and Italian places when our kids were young because they are very family friendly. I would never have taken them to a high end, haute cuisine type place. And yet I have seen people do that.
@SeddSezz No. You can't arrest someone for being terrible at their job. You can, however, subject them to workplace discipline, up to and including firing.
@SDDonovan I just take a long walk and think about the problem. It's good for me and it works, because it's my book and I know more about it than some piece of software.
🚨🚨 Iran deal NEARLY finalized. Last sticking points are Iran's insistence on destroying West, killing all infidels and imposing Islam on the world. Fingers crossed!
Finnish scientists trucked in real forest dirt and grass and laid it over the gravel at four daycare yards. They let the kids dig around in it for a month. The blood tests came back with changes the researchers hadn’t expected to see so fast or so clear.
The study ran at ten daycares in two Finnish cities with 75 kids aged three to five. Four of the yards got the forest treatment: about a tennis court worth of soil and grass laid over the gravel, plus planters and peat blocks the kids could dig and climb on. Three others stuck with their normal gravel yards. The last three were daycares where the kids were already visiting real forests every day.
After one month, the variety of bacteria living on the kids’ skin shot up, and the kind that helps train the skin’s immune defenses jumped the most. Their gut bacteria started to look like the gut bacteria of the forest-visiting kids. Their blood showed more of the immune cells whose job is to keep the body from freaking out at harmless stuff like pollen and peanuts, and overall inflammation dropped. The kids on the plain gravel yards showed none of this.
Childhood asthma in the US doubled between 1980 and 1995. Food allergies in kids jumped 50 percent between 1997 and 2011, then jumped another 50 percent between 2007 and 2021. And peanut allergies in one-year-olds tripled between 2001 and 2017.
The Finnish researchers think one of the reasons is simple: kids today don’t get dirty enough. 37 percent of American preschoolers now spend an hour or less outside on a normal weekday. Their immune systems are getting trained in environments stripped of the bacteria humans have always lived around.
Aki Sinkkonen, who led the study, put it in plain words: “It would be best if children could play in puddles and everyone could dig organic soil.” The Finnish government is now helping pay for daycares across the country to make the same changes.
Dear Gen X,
I’ve been watching 80s movies and I just need to know…WHERE WERE YOUR PARENTS??
Every child was just wandering the earth unsupervised like a raccoon with house keys. Riding bikes across town at midnight, fighting ghosts, investigating murders, befriending cryptids, hacking government computers for funsies…
And the parents were ALWAYS “out of town” or “working late” while the only adult-adjacent supervision was some random 16-year-old who got dragged into the chaos.
No cell phones. No helmets. No adult supervision. Just vibes, life lessons, and several near-death experiences.
You all weren’t “raised.” You were lightly monitored feral creatures with a bike and unresolved trauma.
I’m genuinely shocked there are enough of you left to populate an entire generation.