I respect Messi’s greatness, but I’m fully convinced he’s going goal‑less this World Cup and Argentina are getting grouped. He holds them back.
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I’m really proud of how far I’ve come with photography and editing in a short amount of time. The firearm was taken yesterday with my job’s XT4, its kit lens, and it was edited. The car was taken today with my XT5, a vintage lens, no editing. Two different vibes but all me.
I’m gonna start a thread of my photography. A picture a day, my favorite of that day. All shots are done on a Fujifilm XT5, with a 56mm f1.2 lens (until I get new lenses), all SOOC jpgs, no edits. Enjoy!
To start, here’s my dog yawning, using a Leica replica recipe.
USA. A Mexican restaurant. We had not yet ordered anything, and the food was already arriving.
Chips. Salsa. Unrequested. Free.
I stopped the waiter. "We have not earned these."
"They just come with the table, man."
They come with the TABLE. In my land, hospitality is a debt. Every gift creates an obligation, weighed carefully, returned in the proper season with interest of feeling. Here, the gift arrives before you have even proven you can pay for dinner.
This is not an appetizer. This is a declaration: we trust you. Eat.
I ate with the gravity the moment deserved. And then — I must report this calmly — the basket emptied, and a new one appeared.
"Did we…?"
"Refill," the waiter said. "It's bottomless."
Bottomless. They have wells of salsa. The supply lines of this nation are beyond anything my ancestors imagined.
My friend warned me. "Don't fill up on chips, dude."
Too late. I had accepted three baskets. Honor demanded each one be finished — an unfinished gift is an insult. By the time my actual food arrived, I was a ruined man.
I was not hungry. I was not comfortable. I had been defeated by a courtesy.
Generosity that arrives before the request cannot be repaid. It can only be survived.
I know the rule now. I have made my peace with the basket. One basket. Two at the most.
Who am I deceiving. There is no number of baskets I would refuse. The trust of a nation is in that salsa, and I intend to honor all of it.
We are all fed such horrible vitriolic bullshit from every outlet that we forget that every day humans still love Gangnam Style. It’s really beautiful to be honest.