sourquincelog [he/him]

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Cake day: May 5th, 2022

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  • Lady ordered “well done WELL DONE” pizzas from dominos. I did the usual +1-2 minutes more in the oven and noticed plenty of burnt cheese and toppings when I boxed it. Lady picked up the food and left. Fifteen minutes later, her redneck husband throws the boxes on the counter, asks for me, and demands I “cook this raw food” and threatens to pulls me over the counter.

    So I remake the pizzas and give them an extra +4 minutes (oven only takes 5) to where there was essentially a layer of char across the entire top of the pizza. I drive over and deliver the pizzas. Their son, who I went to school with, is walking around shirtless with a big iron cross tattoo on his chest. They approve the burnt pies and I go on my way, swearing to myself one day I’ll get out of this shithole town








  • THERE were two “Reigns of Terror,” if we would but remember it and consider it; the one wrought murder in hot passion, the other in heartless cold blood; the one lasted mere months, the other had lasted a thousand years; the one inflicted death upon ten thousand persons, the other upon a hundred millions; but our shudders are all for the “horrors” of the minor Terror, the momentary Terror, so to speak; whereas, what is the horror of swift death by the axe, compared with lifelong death from hunger, cold, insult, cruelty, and heart-break? What is swift death by lightning compared with death by slow fire at the stake? A city cemetery could contain the coffins filled by that brief Terror which we have all been so diligently taught to shiver at and mourn over; but all France could hardly contain the coffins filled by that older and real Terror—that unspeakably bitter and awful Terror which none of us has been taught to see in its vastness or pity as it deserves




  • There was a really good video clip of a protestor in 2020, paraphrased: “we came out to protest, then the cops started hitting our heads with batons. we started wearing helmets, so they gassed us. We started bringing masks, so they attack us. Now we bring shields and they call them weapons. Someone is escalating this, but it’s not us”.

    Basically, any evidence that you plan to defend yourself gives the cops, in their mind, cause to attack. Since you planned to defend yourself. Except fire. Cops are scared as fuck of fire. do-not-do-this


  • My favorite bit of bear lore is the etymology of the word “bear”

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    The English word “bear” comes from Old English bera and belongs to a family of names for the bear in Germanic languages, such as Swedish björn, also used as a first name. This form is conventionally said to be related to a Proto-Indo-European word for “brown”, so that “bear” would mean “the brown one”.[1][2] However, Ringe notes that while this etymology is semantically plausible, a word meaning “brown” of this form cannot be found in Proto-Indo-European. He suggests instead that “bear” is from the Proto-Indo-European word *ǵʰwḗr- ~ *ǵʰwér “wild animal”.[3] This terminology for the animal originated as a taboo avoidance term: proto-Germanic tribes replaced their original word for bear—arkto—with this euphemistic expression out of fear that speaking the animal’s true name might cause it to appear.[4][5] According to author Ralph Keyes, this is the oldest known euphemis


  • I think about the ethnic enclaves that immigrant communities made in the US as the opposite of atomization. People brought together due to circumstance who develop a system of support to watch each other’s kids, cook for another during illness, help each other get jobs. Really just the basic concept of community. America is designed to dismantle that stuff. Some of those immigrants’ kids acculturate and assimilate and “move up” in society to be lonely suburb dwellers with more material wealth than their parents, but none of the community.

    When I worked/lived in the East Bay in a very working class, diverse neighborhood, the Abuelas would check in on everyone constantly. At least once a week, they’d knock on my door to make sure I’d eaten that day.