I think that plenty of us have a "#jukebox brain", where hearing certain phrases will bring a song to our mind, but would yours find you singing this line to yourself, as you're leaning on a lamp post?!
#GeorgeFormby
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@wotansedge@SandyofCthulhu One of the takeaways in my old hometown used to serve a "Curry Chip Kebab", (sometimes referred to by me and my friends, in amusing (to us) alliteration as a "Churry Chip Chebab"!).
And, in an early example of Fusion Cuisine, it was a Chinese takeaway that sold them!
The older I get, the more I realize that the happiest people are very difficult to rush.
I recently sat next to a gentleman on a flight who was returning from his 60th high school reunion. We struck up a conversation and ended up chatting for the whole time we were in the air.
When we landed, everyone leapt up to grab their bags as fast as possible. Except for him. He sat there, sipping the plastic cup of wine from the flight.
I asked if I could grab his bag, but he just shook his head. I must have given him a funny look, because he smiled:
"I never understood the rush. We're all going to the same place, after all."
I figured he meant baggage claim, but as I walked out of the airport, I realized my mistake. The same place was more meta than I originally understood.
And he was in no rush to beat everyone there.
The world wants you to rush into everything. Rushed decisions. Rushed conversations. Rushed relationships. Rushed timelines.
In doing so, you slowly relinquish your agency. You give up your claim on your own life. Surrender authorship to a pen that was never even yours.
In a world that wants you to rush, the ultimate act of rebellion is presence.
The happiest people always strike me as very difficult to rush.
They act slowly and deliberately. When they move with urgency, it's because they want to, not because of some arbitrary pressure.
It's small things that give it away:
• They let people go ahead in traffic
• They greet workers at a coffee shop
• They look up instead of down at their phone
I've started trying to embrace a few tiny acts of slow rebellion per day. And while the rush instinct is still there, every time I resist it, I think of that gentleman on the flight.
Smiling, sipping his airplane red wine, in no rush to beat anyone to the place we're all headed.
What can I even say to sum up the last six weeks?
Without a doubt, it’s been the trip of a lifetime. I’ve seen and experienced things I never dreamed of.
Throughout this journey I kept hearing the phrase “America the Beautiful.” At first I thought it was about the landscapes, and yes, this country is unbelievably beautiful.
But for me, “America the Beautiful” is actually about you, the people.
I’ve never experienced such warmth and kindness anywhere else in the world. Everywhere we went, people welcomed us with open arms, invited us into their communities, shared their stories, wanted to hear ours, and surprised us with their generosity.
I get you have your differences but please don’t take each other for granted. This doesn’t exist everywhere. What you have here is special, and being American is special.
To everyone I met along the way, thank you!!
To everyone who’s followed this adventure here on X, thank you for coming along for the ride. It’s been an absolute joy sharing these memories with you all.
And to everyone who’s sick of seeing my posts…you can finally relax 😂
Goodbye, America 🇺🇸
Before the sun sets, Jesus of Nazareth will be dead.
Season 6 captures the historic events of Jesus' final day through the eyes of those who love Him—and those who condemn Him.
The Sanhedrin calls it justice. Romans call it peace. Followers call it murder. But in the face of loneliness and death, Jesus stands resolute in His plan that has always led to one place: the cross.
Experience Jesus’ final hours that changed the world forever. Season 6 begins streaming November 15 on @PrimeVideo, and The Chosen Crucifixion releases only in theaters globally in Spring 2027.
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I have a feeling our next read-along is going to be the best one yet...
We are about to begin The Brothers Karamazov by Dostoevsky. There is still time to join if you haven't already!
We are reading it together over the next 6-7 weeks. The first discussion is on August 4, covering Books 1-4.
If you've been on the fence about joining our reading group, now is the time. You do not want to miss this.
And if you want to join our inner circle and participate directly in the discussions, you just need to take out a paid membership to our S*bstack.
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I enjoy playing the games, and the camaraderie within the groups I play with, but I find more satisfaction in spending hours online exploring lore and/or history & writing a compelling character backstory.
If that's not your cup of tea maybe I can write one for your character?
It's not about the system, the strategy, or the structure. It's about the time you spend with friends at the table.
Play in person for even better results.
In The Brothers Karamazov, the elder Zosima makes one of the most remarkable statements in all of literature:
"Each of us is guilty before everyone, for everyone and everything, and I more than the others."
Our lives are woven together far more closely than we imagine. Every conversation, every act of kindness, every moment of patience shapes another person's life, who in turn shapes someone else's.
Dostoevsky understood that families, friendships, and entire societies are built this way. They grow through countless ordinary encounters that seem insignificant in the moment but continue echoing long after we've forgotten them.
That's why even the smallest act of love carries extraordinary weight. You may never know whose burden became lighter because of your kindness, whose hope returned because of your encouragement, or whose life took a different course because, for a brief moment, someone chose to care.
Perhaps that is what Zosima wanted his readers to remember. Every life touches countless others, and every act of love leaves the world a little richer than it was before.
I enjoy playing the games, and the camaraderie within the groups I play with, but I find more satisfaction in spending hours online exploring lore and/or history & writing a compelling character backstory.
If that's not your cup of tea maybe I can write one for your character?
He told his students to go to the windows.
Get out. Jump if you have to.
Then Liviu Librescu walked to the classroom door and pressed his body against it.
He was 76 years old. He weighed 140 lbs
The gunman was in the hallway.
It was April 16, 2007. A Monday morning. Solid mechanics class at Virginia Tech, Room 204. Twenty-two students, most of them 19 or 20 years old.
At 9:45 AM, gunshots echoed through Norris Hall. Room by room, the shooter was working his way down the corridor.
Liviu heard it. He understood immediately.
He had survived the Holocaust. He had survived a labor camp. He had spent decades living under Communist oppression. He knew exactly what evil sounded like.
He told his students to escape through the windows. Second floor — it was a drop, but they'd survive. Then he walked to the door and held it shut with his body.
The shooter tried to force it open. It wouldn't move.
He fired through the door. Wood splintered. Bullets came through.
Liviu stayed.
Behind him, students were climbing out the windows. Dropping to the ground. Running. One by one, all twenty-two of them got out.
The shooter kept firing through the door.
Liviu held it shut until every student was safe.
Then the bullets killed him.
When police arrived, they found his body at the door.
All 22 of his students survived. Not one was injured.
Liviu Librescu was born on August 18, 1930, in Ploiești, Romania.
He was Jewish. In 1941, when he was eleven years old, Romanian authorities sent him and his family to a labor camp. His father died there. Liviu survived. When the war ended, he was fifteen.
He went back to school. Studied engineering. Earned a doctorate from the University of Bucharest.
But Communist Romania had no interest in allowing a Jewish intellectual to succeed. He was blocked from academic positions. Passed over for jobs he deserved. He applied to emigrate. The government kept refusing.
Finally, in 1978 when Liviu was 48 years old — Israeli Prime Minister Menachem Begin personally intervened. Romania let him go.
He had spent most of his adult life trapped in a country that didn't want him.
In Israel, he taught at Tel Aviv University. Published over 300 papers. Became an international expert in aeroelasticity — the science of how air flows over aircraft wings.
In 1985, Virginia Tech offered him a position. He moved to Blacksburg, Virginia. He taught there for 22 years. His students loved him — demanding but kind, high standards, genuine care.
He was still teaching full-time at 76. Still publishing research. Still showing up every Monday morning for solid mechanics.
April 16 was the first day of Passover — the Jewish holiday celebrating liberation from slavery and oppression.
Liviu Librescu died on the day his tradition sets aside to celebrate freedom.
He spent his entire life escaping death and oppression by luck, by persistence, by the intervention of others. And on his last morning, he chose to stand at a door so that twenty-two young people could have the future he had fought so hard to reach.
He could have run. He could have hidden. He could have climbed out a window with his students.
He chose to stay.
The Virginia Tech shooting killed 32 people that day — the deadliest school shooting in American history at the time.
Room 204 had zero casualties.
Because a 76-year-old Holocaust survivor held a door with his body until every student behind him was gone.
His funeral was held in Israel. Students from Virginia Tech flew across the ocean to honor him. The Israeli government awarded him the Star of David Medal posthumously. Virginia Tech named a scholarship in his memory.
His son said his father died the way he lived — protecting others.
A man who survived everything evil threw at him for 76 years.
On his last day, he made sure 22 kids survived too.
Professor Liviu Librescu. August 18, 1930 — April 16, 2007.
Holocaust survivor. Labor camp survivor.
302 published papers. 22 years at Virginia Tech.
22 students out the window.
He held the door.
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Hello again.
We’re currently in Clemson, South Carolina. I’ve decided to come back here to document the final part of our road trip.
The main reason I deactivated my account two weeks ago was that things became increasingly toxic. For some people, it’s unfortunately unfathomable that a good story can exist without some kind of hidden agenda behind it. There was even a Reddit group going through my entire account trying to find anything they could use to reveal my identity.
I know this was only a small percentage of people, but after a while it became exhausting. During the last two weeks, I received so many kind messages on Instagram, and they really made me realize how many people genuinely enjoyed following the trip. Some people even told me that their grandparents regularly ask them, “What are the Germans up to today?” I think that’s really cool.
I decided to continue because I realized that the overwhelming majority of people loved following along. A small group of very loud people shouldn’t be able to ruin something that brought so many others joy.
I also want to clear something up, as people who follow me on Instagram already know.
I’ve been to the United States before. This is not my first visit, and I’ve never claimed that it was. The last time I was here was in January 2022, when I visited New York and Philadelphia.
A lot of people shared my Raising Cane’s post from November 2025 to make it look like I was secretly American. That post wasn’t from the United States, it was from my trip to Saudi Arabia.
This is my first time back in the U.S. in more than four years, and apart from Boston, I’d never visited any of the places we’ve been to on this trip before. That’s probably why many people assumed it was our first time in America, because for all of these places, it actually was.
And let me tell you, Ohio and Alabama are very different from New York City or Los Angeles.
If you have any questions, feel free to ask.
Thanks for reading.