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The Homesteaders Handbook by Tim And Amber Bradshaw
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brightgnosis · 6 months
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“God Bless America: How the US is Obsessed with Religion” from ENDEVR
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goatfog · 11 months
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Here is the link to the phone video of the little family cemetery. As I mentioned before, I'll get a more in length, higher quality documentary that I'll share here within the next couple weeks.
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unicorncarnage · 1 year
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Seeds: Half the Nutrients & Double the Price? | Seeds of Profit: Food Investigation Documentary
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redeyerhaenyra · 8 months
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Dom!Steven and Bimbo!reader headcanons
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Summary: You're a bimbo, but you're not inexperienced. Steven Grant is an obvious sub... right?
Warnings: oh the filthiest smut, vaginal fingering, overstim, kinda mean dom!Steven but not really, squirting, multiple orgasms, reader faints, titty play (if you squint), reader is described as dim, stupid, but she's nice.
Notes: For @cosmicblogs xxx we are hopping on the bimbo reader bandwagon FR!
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So picture this: You're a bimbo girlie. You adore anything pink and sparkly, cute and fluffy, ect. Your nail are always perfectly manicured and your outfits always steal the show. Your ditsy, and sweet, and thoroughly enjoying your date with giftshopist Steven Grant.
This was your 3rd date, or rather the tail end of it. Steven had invited you over, and you, being the innocent, unassuming thing you were, agreed with a smile.
Under no circumstance would you have assumed Steven had less than safe for work intentions. Besides..
He was a sub. It was obvious.
Eventually though, you made your way back to his flat- Steven scratched the back of his head, and flushed a little as you squealed about how "cute" his homestead was.
Steven had worn tight jeans to your date today, he had hoped you might be into how fit they made his ass look- you didn't seem to be noticing much though. Not that you ever did.
He didn't like to admit it, but it was the truth. You were.. a little dim, at best. He still loved you, and wouldn't change you for the world.
Sometimes he wondered if there was anything between your ears, or if your brainspace was totally occupied by pink sparkles and high heels.
An hour or so later, you both were curled up together on the sofa- Steven had turned on some random documentary on thr history channel, and had to keep himself from laughing everytime you expressed geniune awe at things most people learned when they were children.
"You're so smart Steven." You had said, without a hint of irony, when he'd corrected you that WW2 had infact come after WW1.
It made his heart swell, you were so adorably dumb.
It also made his dick twitch, you were amazed by him, willing to offer him endless ego boosts. Something not many people were.
Steven's eyes raked over your body, god you looked delicious.
You wore pink, obviously. But the way that dress hugged your body... Steven felt his dick twitch again, his eyes fixating over your breasts.
He'd bet your nipples were so sensitive, and if he closed his eyes he could almost imagine how they'd taste...
"Steven?"
Your voice broke him out of his dick-brained stupour-
"Yes darlin'?" "You're like, totally out of it. Shall I like, leave? Like, you look totally tired."
Awe. You thought he was tired.
"No no, love, 's alright, c'mere-"
Steven gently tugged you closer to him, now having you laid on your stomach against his chest.
You nestled there comfortably, and hummed as Steven kissed your head.
He looked down, from this angle he could spy just how juicy your bum was.
His hands twitched.
Well, nothing ventured, nothing gained, right?
Steven decided to test the waters, just a wee bit.
Slowly, he traversed his hand down your back, smoothing over your dress. You cuddled into him further, and so did Steven go further.
His hand now teased the hem of your dress, before reaching in to gently caress the apex of your thighs.
You moaned softly, stretching upwards like a cat- "Steven, that like, feels good."
He had never heard you so breathless before, "Yeah?" You moaned again, as his hand travelled a little lower to rub the pad of his fingers against your hole.
Your hips jerked, and you buried your face into his chest to hide your embarrassment as Steven's touches became more and more confident.
This wasn't how this was supposed to go! Steven was a sub, surely! Your tiny, bimbo brain couldn't comprehend him taking control over you like this.
He pinched your clit through your panties- no doubt also pink- the texture of which had you keening.
Steven rubbed your little bud between his fingers until you were drooling on his shirt, pleasure rolling through you in hot waves.
You expected him to stop now, flip you over and stuff you with his cock until he came, you were certainly wet enough-
But he didn't. His fingers kept working you until you came, hot white bliss, and then some.
The pressure from his fingers waned, but didn't stop, not even as he shifted, sitting up and pulling you into his lap, where you felt the heat of his cock pressed up beneath you.
He heard you whimper, and he kissed you neck.
His hands just didn't stop though, even as they dextrously moved your panties aside, finally plunging two of his thick fingers deep inside you, they just kept moving.
Stroking you inside in all the right spots, all the right points that made you cry out, legs twitching.
It wasn't long before you felt another shattering orgasm approaching you.
The only sounds to be heard in the flat now, (TV having turned itself off long ago) were your breathless cries, the wet squelching of Steven's hand against your cunt, and his soothing voice whispering into your ear;
"Yeah, 's good yeah? Feels good?" "S-steven-" "Yeah.. I bet it feels so good, dunnit? Hmm? So good you can't even speak, huh? No? It's that good, sweetheart? So good my baby's tiny is just fit to burst, huh? Can't fit nothing else in there?" He tapped your skull with his free hand, "Nothing else but me in there, ain't that right?"
You wanted to protest, a little peeved that he'd just insinuated, accurately, how stupid you were- but no words came you. Only pathetic, drooling moans and whines, both your hands digging into Steven's arm, leaving crescent shaped scars.
It didn't stop, not even as you came for the second, and third time, and even as the fourth built up.
At this point Steven had tugged your dress and bra down under you tits, and with his previously free hand rolled and squeezebox of them, and suckled hard on the other, gently teasing with his teeth.
You were a mess. Your mascara ran streaks down your face, thighs covered in your own juices and hair dishevelled and messy.
Past the point of moaning like you enjoyed it, you just full on cried now, sobbing and babbling whilst staring in awe at Steven's hands.
The electricity of climax was all you felt, and it was constant. So much, too much. It was the only thing you were aware of.
When the fourth and final one peaked, it was different. You threw your head back agaisnt Steven's shoulder, but not so far as to miss the torrent of liquid gushing from your core, twisting hard pleasure through your every vein.
Eventually the pleasure stopped, but you weren't aware of that either, having blacked out in a hazy, cum brained unconsciousness, still twitching ontop of your lover.
Steven finally pulled his hands from you, a little worried that you'd fainted, but he figured you'd come around soon.
He brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean- mmmmmmm, god, he'd have to taste you later. For now though, hed leave you be... you needed some sleep.
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mars-and-the-theoi · 10 months
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Low energy Devotional Acts for when you don’t have a lot of energy (or time, or money, etc.) pt. 8
🌾Demeter🌾
- if able go on a walk and enjoy the outdoors doesn’t have to be anywhere fancy it could literally just be a walk around the block
- if you can’t go on a walk either sit outside for a bit or just open some windows for some fresh air
- play farming simulator (you think I’m joking but I’m not) or watch vids of ppl playing it
- watch documentaries or do a deep dive on farming and all the stuff that goes with it (maybe you’re wanting to know more about tractors, or farming techniques over the years, etc.)
- if able attend a farmer’s market or look into any that are in your area you don’t necessarily need to buy anything you could just go look around (I do that regularly)
- learn about the role of a farmer and what it’s like to be a farmer (I worked on a farm for a bit in high school and while I loved it I couldn’t do it as a living it takes a very special someone to do it) and look up ways you can support them
- learn about the native plants in your area
- watch foraging videos and learn about it (how to safely do it especially, if it’s something you wish to do at some point)
- if able support local farmers by buying their products (I know here in wi it’s not uncommon for farm stands to pop up this time of year and they sell all sorts of stuff for good prices! One in my town sells the best corn and for only $1 a piece which is perfect)
- point out cows, horses, sheep, goats, etc. while going by them in the car
- learn about homesteading and watch videos about it (though I will issue a heads up that some of these folks veer into uh….’crunchy’ beliefs so just be careful I guess)
- look up recipes you’re interested in trying, try to write your own recipe, or cook something using a family recipe/you’d own recipe if able
- enjoy a fruit, vegetable, or grain/bread product! Have some toast with jelly/jam! Have a salad! A fruit cup! The fruit/veggies can be frozen as well. It’s still that fruit/veggie.
- listen to a devotional playlist for Her
- listen to nature soundscapes
🦉Athena🦉
- learn your rights and by the gods I can’t stress this enough (if you rent learn your tenants rights, learn your workers rights, etc.)
- watch a war movie, show, or documentary (plugging Band of Brothers again because there’s some examples of excellent leadership and all that)
- read or listen to an audiobook about war (can be fiction or nonfiction- my personal favorite is Conversations With Major Dick Winters it’s great)
- listen to a devotional playlist for Her
- is there a weapon you’re interested in? Or maybe a style of combat? Or something else pertaining to combat? Read about it! Watch a video about it!
- if able pick up a handicraft of some sort: knitting, crocheting, sewing, etc.)
- if unable to do that watch tutorial videos for it (I can knit but can’t crochet to save my life but I love watching crocheting videos)
- read or listen to an audiobook about literally anything
- if you’re a student, and are able, do some studying
- or just watch documentaries or read articles and such about stuff that interests you
- if able play a strategy game if unable to do so look up videos for techniques for strategy games you like and pick up some new tricks for when you next play!
- if able do a puzzle (can be as simple or complex as you want)
- if able do something like a word search, sudoko, crossword, etc.
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Evening Quiet
A Curtis x Honey Drabble.
1.5k What makes a house a home? The people.
Warnings- mention of sexual activity.
Life Is Short So Make It Sweet Masterlist
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Yes you were glad to be home. 
Vacationing was always nice, getting away to see someplace new was always exciting. Florida proved to be just what was needed to battle the winter chill with its sandy beaches and endless amounts of sunshine that for you and Curtis seemed a blessing. 
After battling the freezing ice and snow of Duluth, Florida’s weather seemed like summertime to the two of you. 
There were nights of firepit and beers in the backyard, lazing around on a yacht that Frank was currently working on, some shopping to be had, and the food, you were greatly missing the taco truck right about now. 
But all that said, you were glad to be home. Right now home wasn’t your third-floor apartment in downtown Duluth. It was curled up on Curtis' couch, watching a television documentary about a haunted house in Pennsylvania where the ghost team started talking about the history associated with the residence. Outside, big heavy flakes slammed against the window like they were trying to escape the cold too, but the clear glass on the picture window was keeping you and Curtis safe. 
Wrapped around your legs was the afghan off the back of the couch, Curtis’s hand was resting on the curve of your waist, his fingertips lightly grazing the bit of skin peeping from your pajamas you had spent most of the day wearing and nearby the small wood stove he used for the first floor chill was popping once in a while as the wood provided them with sleep inducing warmth. 
Your head was laid down on his thigh, the very motion of his fingers and the warmth under the blanket making your eyes slip close once in a while in complete blissful calm. 
It was settling in the way that this felt like where you were supposed to be at the end of your day. You didn’t even realize that the simple motion of letting your eyes close and give in to that feeling would make your breathing grow heavier and you completely lost track of the show. 
Curtis noticed though, because that last bit of tension seeped from you and finally you let yourself sink into his lap. He could feel the warmth of your breath’s sink into the fabric of his black jeans while sleep seemed to sneak up on you. 
He couldn’t resist letting his fingers slip further down, without any intentions other than to rub at your hip, the soothing sensation making you stretch a bit in a moan at the comforting touch he provided. His gaze stayed on the tv for the most part, being interested in the findings and history of the old homestead that actually reminded him of his own home. 
He wondered where his house's ghosts were wandering around tonight. He had heard a few creaks earlier on the stairs, which might be from the cold snapping the house's old bones outside, but it was easier to let himself think it was Wilford and Lillian appreciating what he was doing with their loved home. 
It certainly has all come back to life since you came into the picture. His weekends no longer consisted of him all alone, but you were there with your endless amounts of sewing projects and script rewrites for your drama club, working on your next science-themed project for your classroom, the scattering of your books from the living room to the upstairs nightstand where you never seemed to bring them home to finish reading and he never mentioned it simply because he liked to read them too before going to sleep. His little Honey had some erotic reading tastes that he fully intended to use on you. 
Like the recent chapter, he read the other night while you were back at your apartment gave a very detailed description of using paints in foreplay. He chuckled softly to himself imagining the painting the two of you would make, hung up for no one to know. 
His amusement with his thoughts must have woken you, cause you stirred just a bit, shifting to roll to your back and look up at him, blinking sleepily at him for a moment. “What’s funny?” 
“Oh, just thinking about how good you would look covered in paint while I was having my way with you.” Curtis said matter of factly while watching the ending of the show with his eyes half shut like he was also starting to fall asleep. 
You blinked at him a moment while his gaze drifted almost lazily down to where you were laid on his lap, the crinkle in the corner of his eyes giving away his amusement at the way your face heated up. Your brows twisted for a moment in thought as you clearly recalled reading something very similar. “Did you read my book?” 
A grin cracked on his face with a suggestive arch of his brows that said he clearly did and you gasped when he swooped down to steal a kiss from you. “Honey, you want me to kiss and tell?” 
You gave a teasing little snort as you went cross eyed staring up at him. “They are for educational purposes.” 
Curtis straightened back to a sit, his fingers dancing along your neck and massaging into your hair at the base of your scalp, it felt so good that you let yourself get slightly distracted by it. “Oh I know you are getting quite the education from it. I can’t wait to reap the benefits.” 
You again felt your face heating up, knowing exactly what things he read in your books. All the kinky little smut fests that had supposed plot lines leading up to all of them. Your hands covered your face with a groan, peeking up between your fingers. “You weren’t supposed to learn my dirty secret.” 
Curtis clicked the tv off, his features turning thoughtful at your words. “Why is that, were they something you didn’t want me to see Honey?” 
“No, no, I don’t care. I’m just shocked you even took an interest in my pile.” You gave a little shrug while giving a yawn and cuddling in closer, enjoying the quiet of the wood crackling in the nearby stove and the snow gently hitting on the glass. “But…” You went a bit quiet, trying to sort through the masquerade of feelings it brought up in you that Curtis wasn’t making some snide remark about your ‘porn’. If anything, he seemed to enjoy it if he was mentally filing away scenes from it. Curtis as usual was patient, not rushing you to spit out what you were trying to say. “I like that you saw them and you’re okay with them?” 
Curtis already knew what was on your mind, you had questioned him a few times about things that he honestly never would have thought about. That your ex was such a controlling asshole to you that you still worried about him actually being mad if you did something you thought he wouldn’t care for. His features softened towards you. “Honey, I am always going to be okay with whatever you choose to read and want you to. You don’t ever have to hide them from me. It’s like the toys, I encourage it.” 
Any apprehension seemed to melt away when you got that confirmation from him, moving to ease yourself up. Curtis's arms shot up in a stretch while giving a yawn. “But tonight, I’m crashing early so no smut reading for me. Gotta do snow cleanup before leaving for the yard in the morning.” 
Your hand reached out for his, helping him off the couch. “Meet you upstairs?” 
“Go on up, I'm just gonna tend this fire and make sure the house is closed up for the night.” He tugged you in close for a second to steal a kiss and then released you towards the stairs. 
As you started up the old creaky stairs, with the various pieces of artwork and old photographs of his family hanging along the hallway leading towards Curtis’s bedroom, your pile of sewing materials piled on the bottom step amid some of Curtis's clothes that needed patching, to the kitchen where you could hear Curtis opening the cupboard above the stove that held all your teas and honey, out of the corner of your eye you saw the cover of one of your books on the coffee table your boyfriend takes sneak peeks at as well as his reading glasses perched atop of the cover, this old house with its stories that you were starting to become a part of and the man who would follow right behind you because he always tried to do what he said he was going to do, these things were starting to feel like home more then that drafty old apartment you had crashed landed in after you restart your life to get away from your ex. 
This was becoming where your heart belonged.
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doinsomethingdaily · 2 years
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Now I know preppers and prepping has strong ties to rightwing ideology. I am sure there are great resources on this. (doomsday preppers by We're In Hell comes to mind. It might be a good introduction if you want to watch something)
However, prepping, homesteading, gardening, fiber arts and survival skills and more things in these category are things I am interested in as I think a solarpunk future will include more of these things and will ask for a more simplified existence in some aspects. (And I would love to grow food in a solarpunk future.)
It is hard to find this content and making sure it is not rightwing adjacent. And while I try to alway be critical of the content I consume, it is unrealistic to think I can totally avoid it all.
However I was watching some other doc on prepping. (DW Documentary / preppers: Sweden bracing for the worst) and I think it has one of the nicest things I heard on disaster preparedness I have heard in a while.
"When something goes wrong, I want to be in a position to be able to help."
So if like me you get a bit tired of all the individualistic ideas in your favourite homesteading videos, I hope you like this phrase as much as I did.
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laresearchette · 2 months
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Wednesday, March 13, 2024 Canadian TV Listings (Times Eastern)
WHERE CAN I FIND THOSE PREMIERES?: LITTLE WING (Paramount+) TEEN MOM: FAMILY REUNION (MTV Canada) 8:00pm THE AMAZING RACE (CTV) 9:30pm
NEW TO AMAZON PRIME CANADA/CBC GEM/CRAVE TV/DISNEY + STAR/NETFLIX CANADA:
CBC GEM QUEEN OF THE DEUCE
NETFLIX CANADA BANDITS (MX)
MLB SPRING TRAINING (SN) 1:00pm: Pirates vs. Jays
TENNIS (TSN/TSN3) 2:00pm; Indian Wells - Round of 16 (TSN/TSN5) 9:00pm; Indian Wells - Round of 16
NHL HOCKEY (SN) 7:30pm: Predators vs. Jets (SN1/SNWest) 10:00pm: Capitals vs. Oilers (SNPacific) 10:30pm: Avalanche vs. Canucks
NBA BASKETBALL (TSN4) 7:0pm: Raptors vs. Pacers (SN Now) 7:30pm: Nuggets vs. Heat (SN360) 8:30pm: Warriors vs. Mavericks (TSN4) 10:00pm: Lakers vs. Kings
PWHL HOCKEY (TSN5) 8:00pm: Boston vs. Minnesota
WILD CARDS (CBC) 8:00pm (SEASON FINALE): Ellis is drawn into a case involving Max, her ex, and a world-famous Imperial egg, where a cat-and-mouse heist tests their friendship, their partnership, and their trust in each other.
FARM DREAMS (Nat Geo Wild) 8:00pm (SERIES PREMIERE): Indy Officinalis helps Grace and Will Lyons make their homestead a success.
ALLEGIANCE (CBC) 9:00pm: A call to a motel leads Sabrina and Vince into the underbelly of a migrant worker trafficking ring.
RED EARTH UNCOVERED (APTN) 9:00pm: Prior to leaving for Central Alberta to investigate strange encounters, Hayley speaks with a ghost expert for advice; guided by Doc's warning not to go out at night, Hayley probes mysterious evil sightings in Maskwacis.
LANDS ENCHANTED (APTN) 9:30pm: Lil'wat Nation members Maxine Bruce and Tammie Jenkins explore the sacred fishing grounds of Lillooet Lake, cherished by generations of Lil'wat fishers.
BIG BROTHER CANADA (Global) 9:30pm
TELLING OUR STORY (documentary) 9:00pm: The worldview of First Peoples, their ancestors, languages and traditional knowledge; the ingenuity that has been passed on for thousands of years through oral tradition.
FIXER TO FABULOUS: ITALIANO (HGTV Canada) 10:00pm (SERIES PREMIERE): Dave and Jenny travel to Italy to take on their biggest project yet, helping friends who've poured their savings into a Tuscan farmhouse rental; they begin to restore the villa, but soon find out how challenging a renovation across the world can be.
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tinyhouseexpedition · 2 months
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Couple Built $25k Tiny House then Nomadic for Yrs - now Homesteading!
Meet Alexis & Christian (Tiny House Expedition creators), a couple who lived in their DIY tiny house for 6.5 years. 🛠️ They built their 130 sqft home with the help of friends & family, using about 80% reclaimed wood & recycled materials.
🚚🏡💨 Then they hit the road to live nomadically in their tiny house on wheels for 4.5 years, crisscrossing the US many times. During that time, they traveled to numerous tiny home communities, welcomed 75k people into their home & created tiny house documentaries. 🏘️
🌲 Now they have a tiny homestead in the PNW, where they plan to create a 2nd tiny house parking spot for someone else, renovate their A-frame cabin & finish their shuttle bus conversion. 🚌🌄
Thanks to our video sponsor June’s Journey! Download June’s Journey for FREE: https://cherrypick.gg/TinyHouseExpedition 🕵️‍♀️  
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phoenixwrites · 1 year
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Can you help with a donation of $20 or a reblog?
This is an incredible piece of black history that should be preserved—a free black family that settled in this homestead in the early 1800s. Donations help keep it in the family!
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thomashardykisser · 6 months
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experienced a feeling so now it's time to pick up 8+ hobbies so i can keep myself occupied :]
things i want to do/learn:
read more for fun
write more for fun
go to the gym
pick up spanish and/or latin
work on asl
learn gregg shorthand
start a commonplace notebook/bullet journal/smth or other
watch more documentaries
finish crochet projects lol
learn more about homesteading and gardening !!!!
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brightgnosis · 3 months
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"‘Nazi Town, USA’: A new PBS documentary examines the 1930s heyday of Hitler’s acolytes in the US" from Linda Buchwald via NY Jewish Week
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angwlita · 1 year
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Agafia Lykova is a 79yo “Siberian hermit”
“  Agafia's homestead was built across much of the 20th century by her family — its only residents since about 1937. That was the year that Agafia's father, Karp, set off with his wife and two children into the Siberian wilderness. 
Her family was part of the old believers sect which she still practice.
“Occasionally, she reads Old Believer newspapers, depending on how often her sporadic visitors deliver them. One of the more peculiar notions she’s picked up from these papers is that bar codes are marks of the devil. “It’s the stamp of the Antichrist,” she said. “People bring me bags of seeds with bar codes on them. I take the seeds out and burn the bags right away and then plant the seeds.
She told us that drinking anything but the water from her beloved Erinat River made her ill, and city air made her sick, too.”
“It’s scary out there,” Agafia said. “You can’t breathe. There are cars everywhere. There is no clean air. Each car that passes by leaves so many toxins in the air. You have no other option but to stay at home.”
(  x  x  x  x  x  x) she also have a documentary :3 ໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -。꒱ྀི১
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Metro-Land is a slogan first coined by the Metropolitan Railway in about 1915, for promotional purposes; and later used as the title of a BBC documentary celebrating suburban life that grew up in the early 20th century around the Metropolitan Railway in the area north-east of London.
The documentary was made in 1973. It lasted some 50 minutes and featured a narration, partly in verse, by then Poet Laureate, Sir John Betjeman; his commentary, interwoven with black-and-white film shot from a Metropolitan Railway train in 1910.
Betjeman, whose sexuality can best be described as bisexual, was educated at Marlborough and later Magdalen College, Oxford. He had friendships with both W.H. Auden and Lord Alfred 'Bosie' Douglas (of Oscar Wilde fame). Whilst at Oxford, he famously brought his teddy bear, Archibald Ormsby-Gore, up to Magdalen with him; the memory of which inspired his Oxford contemporary, Evelyn Waugh, to include Sebastian Flyte's teddy, Aloysius, in Brideshead Revisited.
For the serious devotees of tradition: the Harrow School Song is heard accompanying scenes filmed in the School, and scenes showing one of Harrow's stained-glass windows also appear, to the accompaniment of 'The Sunny Side of the Street'.
Always time for one more tradition: 'Tit Willow' is played during scenes showing Grim's Dyke at Harrow Weald: the place where W.S. Gilbert (of Gilbert and Sullivan fame), tragically drowned in a pond in 1911. 'Tit Willow', being a song from Mikado (by Gilbert and Sullivan). Its use in the documentary as an ironic reference to Gilbert's unfortunate misadventure is clear: ('He slapped at his chest, as he sat on that bough, Singing “Willow, tit-willow, tit-willow”, And a cold perspiration bespangled his brow, Oh, willow, tit-willow, tit-willow, He sobbed and he sighed, and a gurgle he gave, Then he plunged himself into the billowy wave).
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Metroland (Betjeman):
Harrow-on-the-Hill:
WHEN melancholy Autumn comes to Wembley And electric trains are lighted after tea The poplars near the Stadium are trembly With their tap and tap and whispering to me, Like the sound of little breakers Spreading out along the surf-line When the estuary’s filling With the sea.
Then Harrow-on-the-Hill’s a rocky island And Harrow churchyard full of sailors’ graves And the constant click and kissing of the trolley buses hissing Is the level to the Wealdstone turned to waves And the rumble of the railway Is the thunder of the rollers As they gather up for plunging Into caves.
There’s a storm cloud to the westward over Kenton, There’s a line of harbour lights at Perivale, Is it rounding rough Pentire in a flood of sunset fire The little fleet of trawlers under sail? Can those boats be only roof tops As they stream along the skyline In a race for port and Padstow With the gale?
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Baker Street Station Buffet:
Early Electric! With what radiant hope Men formed this many-branched electrolier, Twisted the flex around the iron rope And let the dazzling vacuum globes hang clear, And then with hearts the rich contrivance fill’d Of copper, beaten by the Bromsgrove Guild.
Early Electric! Sit you down and see, ‘Mid this fine woodwork and a smell of dinner, A stained-glass windmill and a pot of tea, And sepia views of leafy lanes in Pinner – Then visualize, far down the shining lines, Your parents’ homestead set in murmuring pines.
Smoothly from Harrow, passing Preston Road, They saw the last green fields and misty sky, At Neasden watched a workmen’s train unload, And, with the morning villas sliding by, They felt so sure on their electric trip That Youth and Progress were in partnership.
And all that day in murky London Wall The thought of Ruislip kept him warm inside; At Farringdon that lunch hour at a stall He bought a dozen plants of London Pride; While she, in arc-lit Oxford Street adrift, Soared through the sales by safe hydraulic lift.
Early Electric! Maybe even here They met that evening at six-fifteen Beneath the hearts of this electrolier And caught the first non-stop to Willesden Green, Then out and on, through rural Rayner’s Lane To autumn-scented Middlesex again.
Cancer has killed him. Heart is killing her. The trees are down. An Odeon flashes fire Where stood their villa by the murmuring fir When ”they would for their children’s good conspire.” Of their loves and hopes on hurrying feet Thou art the worn memorial, Baker Street
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Hello! Was wondering if you have heard of a show called "ice cowboys" (2022)? I started watching it the other day! It was very interesting! I also wanted to ask if you had any documentaries/movies/series you recommend about mushing :0? Doesnt have to be about how to become a musher! Just in general? Thank you for answering!
I haven't heard of Ice Cowboys but oh boy does it look right up my alley (although the stuff about Lance's wife is very difficult to watch...) I'm not certain of any specific series surrounding mushing, but Life Below Zero (both the original and spin off) features several different types of mushers from homesteading expedition dogs, to Iditarod race dogs, to a malamute team. I like seeing variety in my mushing media where it doesn't just focus on the competitive racing aspect. I love sled dog racing and race dogs etc., but my love for indigenous dogs being used as they were intended knows no bounds and is a subject not focused on as much.
A great documentary is Okpik's Dream which follows Harry Okpik as he works to overcome the trauma of the Inuit Dog Culls and race his own rebuilt dog team in the Ivakkak dog race.
From a non documentary side I of course love sled dog movies and books, but I've talked about those quite a bit already recently.
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