Dere dundra gjennom seks justisministere, fiskeriministeren røk fordi han tok med jobbmobilen til Iran, du måtte gå fordi du kjørte Breivik-retorikk på SoMe, og etterfølgeren din fordi kona hans faket rasisitisk hærverk på huset sitt for å sverte noen kunstnere. Slapp av litt a.
Jeg har lurt på HVORFOR *lon møsk tweeter så mye vilkårlig populistisk sinne-greier mot innvandring og synkende folketall og trans og whatnot, også slo det meg at han helst sikkert vil prøve å bli president 🤦🏻♀️
Dette, and also: den eneste måten du får laget så komplisert mat på med 6-7 små barn rundt deg er ved å ha nannies!! Eller neglisjere dem da, som for 200 år siden. Men altså, la dem leve ut sin farmcore lifestyle, bare litt dumt at folk tror det er enkelt uten $$
Nei, @ShamanDurek. Kritikken går ikke på fargen din, klærne dine eller at du er åpen, spirituell eller annerledes. Den går på 1. Prinsessetittelen ble brukt i kommersiell øyemed. 2. Udokumenterte behandlingsmetoder av alvorlige tilstander. 3. Underminering av barn og sykes helse.
Mike Birbiglia har to så fine specials på netflix som jeg ikke visste om!
I don’t have a swimmers body, I have more like a drowners body, even on dry land someone might see me and be like "are you okay??"
There is an island in the Pacific called Yap that uses circular stones as currency. The stones are too large to move so the ownership of the stones is passed by word of mouth to transact business.
Economists love the tiny island called Yap located in the Pacific Ocean, because it helps answer this really basic question: what is money?
There's no gold or silver on Yap. But hundreds of years ago, explorers from the island found limestone deposits on another island hundreds of miles away. And they carved this limestone into huge stone discs, which they brought back across the sea on their small bamboo boats.
It is not clear if these stones began a currently immediately, but at some point in time the people on Yap realized what most societies realize. They needed something that everyone agrees you can use to pay for stuff.
Like every society, the people of Yap took the thing they considered precious — their version of gold — and decided that was money.
There was just one key thing about this money: it was really heavy. A big piece could weigh more than a car.
They ended up talkimg about the stones themselves not changing hands at all. One person gives it to another person. But the stone doesn't move. It's just that everybody in the village knows the stone now has a new owner.
The stone doesn't even need to be on the island to count as money.
One time, according to the island's oral tradition, a crew was bringing a stone coin back to Yap on a boat. Due to a storm, the stone sank. The crew made it back to Yap and told everybody what happened.
And everybody decided that the piece of stone at the bottom of the ocean was still good.
This system, in the end, feels really familiar. If you go online to pay your electric bill, what's the difference with the stones?
I know I’m not beating the autism allegations, but I learned small talk at the age of 30 when I pretended conversations were video games and I’d gain a point every time I asked a question and lost a point every time I talked about myself and it worked
Min Suksess Rutine:
02:30: våkne til ska
02:50: dusje
6:30: gå ut av dusjen
6:40: God Morgen Norge (spoler over woke gjester)
9:00: sjekke konto
9:01: ta ut alle pengene
9:40: drepe en vaskebjørn
10:00: bli drept av en annen vaskebjørn (ikke i slekt) 11:00: vikingbegravelse
It's hard to believe Vikings sailed these waters in complete darkness over 1,000 years ago. With the help of sunstones found in Iceland and Norway, they were able to reveal the position of the sun even when it is behind clouds or has slunk below the horizon.
Hvert jævla år så maser folk som ikke drikker at det er et problem at folk drikker alkohol på julebord. Det er 1 gang i året! Resten av året må de som liker å drikke alkohol gå EDRU på jobb. Se ting i bittelitt perspektiv.
Last year, I returned to Gaza to visit my family after 16 years in exile. During my stay, I captured numerous photos. I aim to share them here in a thread to demonstrate that Gazans embrace life with passion and resilience. They have their own cuisine and cherish their moments of joy. It's not just about conflict and loss. We yearn for the return of our normal lives, our freedom, our land, and equality.