#quantityeating

[goblincircus]

Industrial quantityes of flaming hot ear plugs for you to snack on

#thrifting #knick knacks

[ur-fitcoach]

With restaurants offering enormous plates of food, drink cups often in "Big Gulp" sizes and snacks sold in king-sized packages, it can be hard to know how much to eat sometimes. It's difficult to avoid eating bigger at home, too. The size of dinner plates, muffin tins and pizza pans have grown. Cars have larger cup holders to accommodate the drink sizes stores sell. As everything gets bigger, bigger starts to seem like the norm, distorting how we think about a serving size or the “right” amount. One study found that modern portion sizes of popular foods added an extra 50 to 150 calories. While that might not sound like too much, an extra 100 calories per day can pack on an extra 10 pounds of weight in a year! Some meals appearing “average” in size can add up to a whole day’s worth of calories. A large order of french fries can contain as many as 1,000 calories. Add a hamburger and an extra-large soda, and you’re getting more than 2,000 calories in one sitting. And this isn't unusual. A study published in 2012 found that 96 percent of restaurant meals exceed USDA recommendations for fat, salt and overall calories. To know more kindly visit https://www.healthyeating.org/Healthy-Eating/Healthy-Living/Weight-Management/Article-Viewer/article/348/correct-portion-sizes-how-to-keep-portion-distortion-in-check #servingsize #foodserve #foodserved #foodserveddaily #eattolivedaily #quantityeating #eatingamountain (at Gorakhpur) https://www.instagram.com/p/B0dCCjInbaO/?igshid=1sty1mxom96kr

#servingsize #foodserve #foodserved #foodserveddaily #eattolivedaily #quantityeating #eatingamountain

[zielenna]

tagged by @thelibraryiscool​ to list “5-7 snippets of literature/media that live in your head rent-free.“ in the reading order.

this got long, so I am putting it under the cut!

And than Sir Launcelot prayde Sir Urre to lat hym se hys hede; and than, devoutly knelyng, he ranskaed the thre woundis, that they bled a lytyll; and forthwithall the woundis fayre heled and semed as they had bene hole a seven yere. And in lyke wyse he serched hys body of the othir thre woundis, and they healed in lyke wyse. And than the laste of all he serched hys honde, and anone hit fayre healed. Than Kynge Arthur and all the kynges and knyghtes kneled downe and gave thankynges and lovynge unto God and unto Hys Blyssed Modir. And ever Sir Launcelote wepte, as he had bene a chylde that had bene beatyn.

Thomas Malory, Le Morte Darthur, which always hits me.

The Greek word eros denotes ‘want,’ ‘lack,’ ‘desire for that which is missing'. The lover wants what he does not have. It is by definition impossible for him to have what he wants if, as soon as it is had, it is no longer wanting.

Anne Carson, Eros the Bittersweet, which I first read at 16, or 17, and wrote an essay on at least once a year.

Yes, the newspapers were right: snow was general all over Ireland. It was falling softly upon the Bog of Allen and, further westwards, softly falling into the dark mutinous Shannon waves. It was falling too upon every part of the lonely churchyard where Michael Furey lay buried. It lay thickly drifted on the crooked crosses and headstones, on the spears of the little gate, on the barren thorns. His soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead.

James Joyce, ‘The Dead,’ from The Dubliners, which I always think about (with a sense of relief) when it snows.

I said to my soul, be still and wait without hope, for hope would be hope for the wrong thing; wait without love, for love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith, but the faith and the love are all in the waiting.

T.S. Eliot, Four Quartets, which I wrote an essay on in my first term, in something of a fugue a state, & kept mining for epigraphs for years to come.

Also in this he shewed a littil thing, a quantitye of an hesil nutt in the palme of my hand; and it was as round as a balle. I lokid thereupon with eye of my understondyng and thowte: 'What may this be?' And it was generally answered thus: 'It is all that is made.'

Julian of Norwich, A Revelation of Love, with an image I tried, on many occasions, to stick into my own writing, creative and not.

Eventually there will be only the abiding structure and, perhaps, an ineradicable sense of love.

@septembriseur​‘s Stargate epic, which expressed many things I failed to express before, or simply didn’t notice; this here reads to me as a definition of the absence of trauma; how would it feel, if it was.

Our relation  with  the other  certainly  consists in  wanting  to comprehend  him,  but this  relation  overflows comprehension.  Not  only because knowledge of the other requires, outside of all curiosity, also sympathy or love, ways of being distinct from impassible contemplation, but because in our relation with the other, he does not affect us in terms of a concept. He is a being and counts as such.

Emmanuel Levinas, ‘Is Ontology Fundamental?’, which, well. I spent two very intense weeks writing an essay on knowledge in Shakespeare’s tragedies (& Divine Comedy & Francis Bacon & everything & anything else I cared about at that point), via Levinas.

I will also attach two images that, I think, determined the trajectory of my academic career.

#passed another application milestone (first interview) so here's a meme. thank you A for supporting my coping mechanisms #if you scroll to the very end there's a sixteenth century anatomical illustration. if you go for that sort of thing #meme

[frozenseawithin]

Also in this He shewed a littil thing the quantitye of an hesil nutt in the palme of my hand, and it was as round as a balle. I lokid there upon with eye of my understondyng and thowte, What may this be? And it was generally answered thus: It is all that is made. I mervellid how it might lesten, for methowte it might suddenly have fallen to nowte for littil. And I was answered in my understondyng, It lesteth and ever shall, for God loveth it; and so all thing hath the being be the love of God. In this littil thing I saw three properties: the first is that God made it, the second is that God loveth it, the third, that God kepith it.

-Julian of Norwich

#poetry

[when-an-object]

...He shewed a littil thing the quantitye of an hesil nutt in the palme of my hand, and it was as round as a balle. I lokid there upon with eye of my understondyng and thowte, What may this be? And it was generally answered thus: "It is all that is made." I mervellid how it might lesten, for methowte it might suddenly have fallen to nowte for littil. And I was answered in my understondyng, "It lesteth and ever shall, for God loveth it. . ."

Julian of Norwich, Shewings, ed. Georgia Ronan Crampton. TEAMS Middle English Texts. Kalamazoo: Western Michigan University Medieval Institute Publications, 1994, p.43.

[when-an-object]

…He shewed a littil thing the quantitye of an hesil nutt in the palme of my hand, and it was as round as a balle. I lokid there upon with eye of my understondyng and thowte, What may this be? And it was generally answered thus: “It is all that is made.” I mervellid how it might lesten, for methowte it might suddenly have fallen to nowte for littil. And I was answered in my understondyng, “It lesteth and ever shall, for God loveth it…”

Julian of Norwich. Shewings. Editor: Georgia Ronan Crampton. TEAMS Middle English Texts. Kalamazoo: Western Michigan University Medieval Institute Publications, 1994. p.43.