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that-rad-jewish-girl · 25 days

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Do you know anything about claims that Israel just blocked the 3 biggest organizations preventing famine in Gaza—UNWRA, ANERA and World Central Kitchen? Saw a friend share it online and it seemed pretty dumb and far-fetched, but I know you’re way more versed on what’s actually going on than myself, and also know most news outlets in Canada (where I am) are bent towards Gaza/against the Jewish People

Hello! Thank you for this ask. This is a lot, so bear with me.

Israel is not “blocking” these organizations - though there was a recent incident with World Central Kitchen (WCK). Very recently a WCK aid truck was hit by a military strike which resulted in 7 deaths. Israel did take full responsibility and accountability is underway. They’ve started with the firing of several top military officials responsible for the bad call. I imagine more is to come on this - possibly legal accountability as well. WCK is an unbiased third party to this war, so this is extremely tragic for all involved. They work to provide food for individuals affected by any type of conflict or disaster - they do amazing work.

UNWRA and ANERA are a separate story. To be clear, Israel is still not “blocking” these two organizations. Though Israel has stopped funding both organizations.

ANERA has been under scrutiny multiple times in the past for misusage of donation funds. They essentially gave a lot of money to Hamas and used their charity donations to help build terrorist centers in Gaza. They’ve admitted to donating funds to the Gazan fund for martyrs and their families (i.e. terrorists who attempted to kill or did kill Israelis). ANERA has also made several claims that Israel is responsible for ALL of the humanitarian suffering in the region. Even during the second intifada, ANERA was refusing to admit Palestinian involvement in terrorism and was actively funding terrorism. The second intifada saw parents strapping bombs to their children, sending them into Israel, and blowing up random civilian areas. The borders between Israel and Gaza were not anything like today before the second intifada. This is largely why people say if Palestinians cared about their children more than they care about killing Jews, the wars would end.

UNWRA has been repeatedly exposed for helping terrorism in the region. It is run by Hamas. Their schools openly teach children to become “martyrs for the cause”, and you can see videos of UNWRA school teachers chanting with their students “from the river to the sea, Palestine will be Arab”. Many of the hostages released and/or rescued from Gaza have said they were transported and held hostage by UNWRA associates. Several UNWRA teachers were seen in videos participating in Oct. 7th. After Oct. 7th, the UNWRA schools announced a day off to honor martyrs. Several UNWRA staffers posted on their socials about honoring the terrorists, celebrating the “great October massacre”, and Allah being great for allowing the massacre to happen.

Since you are from Canada, I’ll add in here that there are several Canadians families suing your government right now over the funding of UNRWA. Although Canada suspended their funding for UNWRA after their involvement in the 7th came out, they have recently resumed it. Several Canadian families of Canadian hostages held in Gaza still have come together to sue the Canadian government for funding terrorism. Funding the same orgs that participated in the murder, kidnapping, and rape of Canadians, as well as several other nationalities.

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goldenpinof · 3 months

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Knowing how left-leaning their audience is I definitely think it's been a cop-out on dnp's behalf to not say enough about the genocide, especially considering they're white Brits, the UK has caused half the problem here.

That said, your discussions about their management getting sponsorship deals and 'getting money from zionists and donating to palestine' thing reminded me of something else I observed. Like with Jacksepticeye's thankmas stream, when he announced the donations will go to World Central Kitchen, I realised he's talking around the issue a lot, saying stuff like "with all that's happening in the world" and even WCK in the stream talking about war vaguely, and I had made sure to look through their website to check that yes they were indeed sending aid to Palestine. And I understand the logic there from both Sean and WCK that there's a big audience that they're trying to take advantage of, but if you take any strong political positions beyond "charity good, helping war torn regions good" then it might lose you a lot of donations and derail the fundraiser making it harder to get that aid in the first place. I've seen similar things happen with a lot of well meaning people who try to keep their political positions away from the public eye.

Personally of course I'd prefer to see dnp say more about these topics and engage in important stuff like that. But the discussions about the management getting those sponsorships also makes me wonder if purely strategically speaking it helps to keep controversial things out of the public eye to be able to gain the funds to donate in the first place. My main problem here isn't them getting paid by Amazon, it's the fact that they're promoting and giving a platform to that company at all. Idk how far you can negotiate that stuff with your managers but if there's ever a time to put your foot down it's with this.

Nevertheless, I can also see the merits to an approach where you try not to alienate sources of funds which can do more for aiding a cause than paying lip service would have, but at the end of the day it's up to every individual how they navigate this and what they give more importance to, and I can live with the fact that some people walking that line in the public eye can help get funds on a larger scale. It's not what everyone should do, more of us and especially celebrities who have less to lose/have loads more influence like a listers should be speaking up and not mincing our words, but perhaps there's a particular social position where not alienating big sponsors and donors can help that individual do more good in the long term.

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P.s. sorry about the long essay I've been thinking about that particular social dynamic ever since the thankmas charity stream bc again it raised a LOT of money that way

about Amazon i completely agree. promotion does more damage than dnp getting paid by Amazon. they technically can donate that cheque to Palestine, if they want to. but Amazon will still get money from some of the audience, and dnp working with someone like this one sends a confusing message to their audience.

i wish those things weren't labelled as controversial. and, to be clear, i'm not saying dnp should scream about genocide and war every day or every week. that would have the opposite effect. just, you know, simple reminders here and there, verified links to charities and protests/marches.

i don't really have anything to add to your ask. thank you for sharing, a lot to think about! <3

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spnscripthunt · 9 months

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A member of our extended Supernatural Family is in need, so in addition to our World Central Kitchen fundraiser, we’re adding another opportunity to win one of the scripts in our ongoing raffle (details at that link).

Sadie Witkowski, you you may know from the In Defense of Fandom podcast, in one episode of which she discussed the charitable endeavors of the SPN Family with an interview with our very own @lets-steal-an-archive, is in need of our help now. This feels like an excellent way to prove exactly how we stand by our own!

On August 14, 2023, Sadie’s husband Daniel was struck by a car while riding his motorcycle and suffered a severe spinal injury. You can donate to their GoFundMe right here, and send your receipts to spnscripthuntgiving @ gmail.com to earn one entry for every $10 donated into our current raffle (closing August 26, 2023).

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fgfluidity · 3 months

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pincera (part 4)

Summary: pincera- Latin, ‘cup-bearer, one who mixes drinks’ || When one man goes off to war, a battle may still rage at home.

Pairings: Damien/DA, Celine/Mark, Celine/Will

Tags: Alcohol, Bootlegging, Adultery, WWI, Fights, implied Overserving, Abusive Parents, Autistic!Seer!DA

Parts: 1 | 2 | 3

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Wil went off to war early.

They played games as children, when they didn’t each carry so much responsibility; under Wil’s-- rather loud-- command, they’d march up and down the back garden, scramble up the furniture on the back patio to keep watch, take point if Wil’s sweet tooth happened to rear up and he needed some kind of sweet treat from the kitchen without getting caught.

Damien didn’t think much of it, then. The world, as far as he knew of it, was at peace; Wil was playing at something that was better left to their fathers and grandfathers. Fun to play at, yes, but something they’d never really need to see-- did they really need to grow up quite so fast?

Then, they’ve graduated. Wil has a sponsor, and has to go all the way across the country to a military academy while they remain behind in university.

As brothers in all but blood, they were never apart for long before. Even with a friend to create a brand new trio in university, the ache remained; who could really measure up to Wil, boisterous and vibrant?

The papers declare all of Europe is at war, and just as Wil graduates with bars on his jacket and a brand new title, the United States declares itself at war with Germany.

It’s all he’s been waiting for, really, just perfect timing.

The patio has long since turned from war games and the child equivalent of basic training, becoming a central hub for talk of schoolwork and friends and family-- both positive and negative in nature. Now, it’s once again a war room, though not quite as it once was.

“This is exactly what I wanted!” Wil paces back and forth, full of manic energy. He hasn’t sat down from the moment he arrived, buzzing with the news of America’s involvement, fresh newsprint in his hand. “Well, not a war, exactly, but a chance to prove myself.”

“You could have fooled me,” Mark drawls. Sprawled over a bench he may be, long legs crossed, but his fingers tremble as they pick at the wicker.

“I think,” Damien cuts in, before either of them begin to pick a bigger fight over this, “what he means is… this is rather soon after graduating. I suppose we’d thought you’d come back home for a while before you were ever deployed.”

When people grow up together, any separation for longer than a few days is hard; Wil was across the country at the academy for years, and moving from that to a war zone…

“I know what I mean,” Mark snaps, with little heat. He sits up a bit better to finally take part in the conversation. “You’re our brother. I’ve known you all my life, and you’re going off to Europe to fight something we have no stake in, just like that. What did you think we were going to say?”

“That you’d support me, for a start.” Wil turns to him, jaw set. It’s too stiff, too easy to turn on his heel-- military training, Damien suspects, sadly. “It’s not so serious, Mark, really. I’m an officer, I’m hardly going to be on the front lines. You’ll get me back in one piece.”

“And if we don’t?” Damien takes a step between them; coming to blows is not an impossibility, not with these big personalities. “I’m not so angry, but Wil… it’s not a game. It’s not a training exercise. I know you’re called to duty, whether your own feelings or the government is the one calling, but… I can’t find my way to being thrilled. It is serious.”

Wil growls out a breath, throwing his hands up. “This is what you’re willing to fight me on! Not one word of a send off, not a ‘we’ll see you soon’, but a lecture, when neither of you are going, yourselves! I’m going to go, and that’s that. I’ll see you on the other side.”

Damien cries out in protest, in harmony with Mark, finally coming to his feet to defend himself.

“That’s hardly fair!”

“Simply because we’re worried you’re going into a war zone--”

It’s all for naught, however, their efforts swallowed up by the flowers and bushes; they can only watch Wil’s back as he storms out of the back garden, the wrought iron gate clanging behind him.

“Fine, then,” Mark spits, pushing past Damien and heading down the stairs. “If he wants to go off and throw his life away and enjoy doing it--”

“We have the option, while we’re still in school, but he doesn’t have much choice,” Damien replies softly, a sinking feeling in his stomach as Mark marches towards the gate. “At least, not in going. Are you going after him? I don’t know if he’ll want to talk right now.”

“No.” He swings open the gate, yet pauses before he steps through. It’s only a few seconds, but they stretch on before he speaks again. “Are you going to write to him?”

“Probably, yes. He needs someone to tell him to change his socks,” Damien jokes, albeit weakly. “We wouldn’t want him to ward off his fellow officers as well as the Germans.”

It seems to work, though, as Mark’s face softens, the corner of his mouth turning up. “Then you don’t mind if we send our letters together? It’ll save us on postage.”

It’s silly, the idea of saving a penny on a stamp. They both come from means-- some newer than others, but means nonetheless-- but it’s a show of solidarity. His brothers, both of them, thinking of him, whatever they think of his excitement.

“Sounds alright to me.”

He doesn’t exactly feel settled as Mark takes his leave, nerves still waging a war of their own on his insides. Wil’s still headed off to the front in a matter of days, and still upset with them, besides.

Was it really worth it to bring up his concerns? Was Wil right in telling them off? He can’t say for sure. At the very least, when he sits down to write his first letter a couple weeks later, he makes sure to include an apology.

Likely to Wil’s dismay-- and Damien’s and Mark’s combined relief-- the war doesn’t last much longer; their physical involvement was little more than some hardly-needed backup.

Whether or not that was truly the case, the paper gives the same thing: their troops are coming home. Finally, Wil’s on his way home.

There are parties in the streets, of course, celebrating the return of their men, but Damien doesn’t stop to partake in the joy. Rather, he hurries on towards his real goal: find Mark, find Wil, and find the closest bar that will allow them to get as drunk as possible.

He’s back. That calls for a drink.

It’s not hard to find them; Wil’s a tall man, and exuberant, besides, still dressed in his fatigues as if he’d just stepped off the boat from Europe. “Ah, there he is,” Wil exclaims, bright as ever, like it wasn’t a year but a matter of days. “We might have sent someone to track you down if you took any longer.”

“You’d think it was Decoration Day. I had a bit of trouble dodging the crowds,” Damien admits, shooting a glare in Mark’s direction when he smirks. “Don’t.”

“Don’t, what? I’m not saying anything.” The gleam in his eye doesn’t go away as he kicks off from the wall, coming over to grab them with an arm around each neck. “Let’s get a drink before everyone else has the same idea and it’ll be standing room only. How will Damien see anything, then?”

Maybe it isn’t decorous, but Damien squirms out of the hold to shove at him. Mark doesn’t fall, but he stumbles back into Wil, and that’s good enough for him.

As one would expect from such an auspicious day, the bars are full; with Wil still in his fatigues, however, people are a little more amenable to giving up a couple chairs. It still gets them squeezed into a corner, but at least they’re off their feet.

Wil, graciously-- and in the hopes of perhaps getting one on the house-- offers to go and get their drinks. Damien doesn’t bother with a shot, not in public, and not when there’s something worth savoring sober, though it’s funny; different as they may be, they have a trio of brown drinks before them: his Manhattan, Mark’s drink that looks oddly similar, and Wil’s, similarly-garnished but rimmed in sugar.

It seems a bit sweet for him, really, and like it wouldn’t balance out, but to each his own. “I can’t imagine you had anything like this out on the front,” Damien says, gesturing to Wil’s glass.

“No, not at all. You were lucky to get a real brand out there.” Wil shudders. “It was all swill unless you got in very good with an officer. A higher officer, I mean-- though I did get promoted. To Colonel.”

He takes a smug swig while Mark scoffs. “In a few months? No, you didn’t.”

“People were getting promoted left and right,” Wil protests. “With how awful it was out there--”

“Awful? You weren’t even on the front lines! You told us in your letters you stayed behind in your tent most of the time.” Mark gestures towards him with a free hand. “What’d you do to get promoted? Really?”

Wil frowns, eyes growing sharp as flint. “I don’t have to tell you anything of what happened out there. You don’t understand what it was like. Why does it matter?”

“I don’t think real Colonels would appreciate some private--”

It’s odd, really. They’ve always been a bit combative, Mark and Wil, a bit competitive. It’s just in their nature. Damien’s seen plenty of squabbles turn to roughhousing over the years, and it’s usually best to wait until they’ve both tired themselves out.

Wil hauling off and almost leaping over the table so that his fist can connect with Mark’s jaw is a new one, though.

It’s too fast for him to intercept, and soon they roll about on the floor, trading blows and both of them shouting over the surprised murmurs of the crowd.

Thankfully, they give Damien room, shuffling away and pushing back other men with their arms. He’s shorter, yes, but stouter than at least Mark, and he uses that strength to haul him up, pushing his body in between theirs. “That’s enough,” he says, channeling as much of his father into the phrase as he can. “What the hell is the matter with both of you?”

They’re panting too much to explain themselves, glaring at each other over Damien’s shoulder. Wil’s fatigues are mussed, his glasses askew on his face, blood bright on his knuckles. That same blood dribbles from Mark’s nose, perhaps broken from a punch, and his mouth, cut by his teeth.

“This is stupid. Do you really think this is the fight to go ahead and fight?” Damien takes them each by the shoulder, shaking them with his words. “It doesn’t matter. You’ve known each other forever, and this gets you to brawl? Out of everything?”

Wil’s jaw works, and he continues to glare when he tries to speak. “He--”

“I don’t care,” Damien says, firmly. “I don’t care who started or who finished. This is ridiculous. Both of you, apologize, and then we’re all going home. You want to have an argument, get in trouble? Tell your parents why you were fighting out here in front of everybody.”

He’s angry, and he wouldn’t deny it if questioned, but this is not the sort of hill to die on. Wil may be a Colonel, he may not be, but it’s stupid to come to blows over it, and even more so to do it in public.

There are bigger things in the world than a title. Things like your friend going off to war, or your friends turning on each other over something so very small.

Those may need a fight, but not this.

“You sound like my father,” Mark grumbles after a few moments of shamed silence. “Please stop.”

Damien can’t help a short laugh. “He’ll be worse, so I can spare you. Get home and try not to kill each other.”

He can’t chaperone. He’s busy sweeping up and paying the barkeep back for the damage. He minds quite a bit, but… it’s better than another brawl.

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Sidecar

50ml/2oz brandy

20ml/1oz fresh lemon juice

20ml/1oz Cointreau

sugar, for the glass

Shake all ingredients over ice and strain into sugared, chilled martini glass.

Born of a twist of mad joy, a sweet/tart beverage that carries quite the punch. Easily thrown off-balance-- especially with a shot or two.

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datastate · 2 years

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▸ TOBIAS • NO PRONOUNS (TME) • 19 YR FILIPINO ▸ AUTISTIC // NO TONE TAGS.

→ hello, hello! ( ´ ∀ `)ノ i draw on occasion + currently creating my own rpg!

→ hollow knight is very dear to me. i’ve spoken about it before at length, and i am always down to discuss it with other people! i really love both its lore & gameplay—i genuinely cannot recommend it enough!!!

→ currently hyperfixating on your turn to die! alongside it, lately i’ve been into the apothecary diaries alongside the yakuza series! i’m also really fond of witch’s heart & zero escape: 999, and have (slowly) been reading a bit of nabari no ou & the locked tomb. additionally: please keep in mind that this blog does not tag spoilers.

→ FAVE CHARACTERS // ( far too many to list, but here’s the gist... )

hk: the dreamers & their companions (esp. hornet, lurien, and monomon); the hollow knight (spirit); the five knights; unn & the mosskin; the moth tribe; mask maker; cloth

yttd: satous & chidouins; michiru namida; nao egokoro; yabusames

yakuza: tetsu tachibana & xiao qiao; saki nakahara; haruka sawamura & kazuma kiryu; daigo dojima; goro majima; masumi arakawa

knh: maomao; aduo & fengming; gaoshun

nintendo: tribe of darkness & ancients (spm); nastasia (spm); mimi (spm); pixl queen (spm); vivian (ttyd); doopliss (ttyd)

utdr: susie; queen; seam & jevil

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ingek73 · 2 years

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Donated to the amazing World Central Kitchen in honour of Lili’s 1st birthday!

(had done the same for Archie)

Happy Birthday Archie and Lili!

We're celebrating! Join our month long party to mark Archie Harrison Mountbatten-Windsor's 3rd birthday on May 6 and Lili Diana Mountbatten-Windsor's 1st birthday on June 4.

In honor of these special little ones, we're raising money in support of World Central Kitchen (WCK), an organization using the power of food to nourish communities in crisis and strengthen economies around the world. When disaster strikes, WCK’s Chef Relief Team mobilizes to the front lines with the urgency of now to start cooking and provide meals to people in need.

Empowering communities through food is a cause close to Prince Harry and Meghan, The Duchess of Sussex's hearts and the focus of much of Meghan's work. World Central Kitchen has been a partner with the couple's Archewell Foundation since 2020. Archewell is funding 4 community relief centers that can be activated in times of crisis as emergency response kitchens or vaccination sites while standing as community gathering spaces, food distribution hubs, or clinics throughout the rest of the year. The 1st relief center has been completed in Dominica with construction underway on centers in Puerto Rico and Mumbai, India.

"I love them. I have been able to spend time with them, working with them and they are very hands-on and highly knowledgeable of what's happening in the world, what the issues are, and what the needs are. For me, it is a pleasure to call them friends." - Chef José Andrés

In addition to the relief centers, Harry and Meghan have backed WCK's emergency response efforts in Haiti and the Ukraine, as well as supporting women restaurant owners during the COVID-19 pandemic. As WCK founder, chef José Andrés has said, "They don't just opine. They run toward the struggle." He added, "When we need them, they always show up."

Like Harry and Meghan, their supporters always show up for communities in need. Thank you so much for joining us in supporting WCK! Your donation today will help provide tens of millions of fresh, nourishing meals for communities around the world. We can't think of a better gift to honor, Archie and Lili, the Sussex family's youngest cupcake, bread, and waffle-loving foodies.

Please share this page and invite others to send happy birthday wishes to Archie & Lili!

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hadescookbook · 1 year

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Hello! I’m really excited about this! But I was wondering, what charity does it go to?

Hello, we really appreciate your support 🥳 Hell's Kitchens will be donating proceeds to World Central Kitchen.

From their website:

WCK is first to the frontlines, providing meals in response to humanitarian, climate, and community crises. We build resilient food systems with locally led solutions. World Central Kitchen started with a simple idea at home with my wife Patricia: when people are hungry, send in cooks. Not tomorrow, today.

#hades cookbook zine #qna

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amystewartauthor · 1 year

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The only Oregon painting in my auction to benefit @wckitchen is this one of a surfer at Short Sand Beach. The auction ends this evening, and I hope you’ll take a look and consider supporting a good cause. World Central Kitchen gets 100% of your purchase price, donated directly through eBay’s charity program. Thanks to everyone who has bid so far—I’m looking forward to sending these paintings out into the world. Link in profile and stories. . . . #oilpainting #oregonlandscape #seascape #seascapepainting #seascapepaintings #surferpainting #surferlife #oilpaintings #pnwonderland #dailypainter #dailypainting #artforacause #charityart #worldcentralkitchen (at Portland, Oregon) https://www.instagram.com/p/ClMNTCRv8iJ/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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coloring-for-a-marvelous-cause · 2 years

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Charity Highlight 💡

World Central Kitchen

WCK is first to the frontlines, providing meals in response to humanitarian, climate, and community crises. We build resilient food systems with locally led solutions.

Check out their website: World Central Kitchen

Make a donation of $12 USD donation or more, send us a receipt, and get your free digital Marvel coloring book! How to Buy a Book

Support change. Support fandom.

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acaemia · 3 years

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🚨🚨PROJECT SAGIP: A FUNDRAISER FOR FARMERS 👨🏽‍🌾👩🏽‍🌾 AFFECTED BY TYPHOON GONI (TYPHOON ROLLY)🚨🚨

PLEASE DO NOT IGNORE!!!

Hello everyone! Please spare a minute or two to read through this post!

A SIMPLE REBLOG CAN HELP SO MUCH!!!

Last November 1, Super Typhoon Rolly—the world’s most powerful tropical cyclone since Haiyan—hit my country, the Philippines. It devastated many areas in the country, most especially Catanduanes and Albay. Over 2 MILLION Filipinos have been affected/displaced amid a pandemic.

FROM MANILA BULLETIN:

“A total of 372,653 families composed of 2,068,085 individuals were affected by Rolly in Ilocos (Region 1), Cagayan Valley (Region 2), Central Luzon (Region 3), Calabarzon (Region 4-A), Mimaropa (Region 4-B), Bicol, Western Visayas (Region 6), Central Visayas (Region 7), Eastern Visayas (Region 8), Zamboanga Peninsula (Region 9), National Capital Region (NCR), and Cordillera Administrative Region (CAR).”

Article screenshot from Rappler.com

TEXT READS: Flash floods due to Typhoon Rolly sweep away several homes in Batangas

Article screenshot from Rappler.com

TEXT READS: Bicol homes and schools in ruins after onslaught of Super Typhoon Rolly, lahar flow

During the on-going pandemic, the agricultural sector suffered greatly and this typhoon has only made conditions worse for the farmers of the Philippines.

Photo and post from Maemae Castro on Facebook

TEXT READS: Sa kasagsagan ng malakas na hangin at matinding ulan buhat ng bagyong Rolly, pilit pa rin na isinasalba ng mga magsasaka ang ilan sa mga hinog na palay na ilang buwan nilang hinihintay.

P.S Kanina ko pa ito kinuha pero hanggang ngayon nag-aani pa rin sila

P.P.S Lugi na naman sa presyo ng bigas

#PrayForOurFarmers

#RollyPH

[ROUGH] TRANSLATION:

In the aftermath of strong winds and rain brought about by typhoon Rolly (Goni), farmers are forced to salvage the crops they waited months on end for. P.S I took this photo earlier but they are still harvesting until now. P.P.S Farmers won’t get the proper profit for the rice they will sell.

I am knocking at your hearts and asking you to donate to PROJECT SAGIP, an initiative for the farmers affected by the super typhoon.

PROJECT SAGIP is an initiative led by For Our Farmers, a youth-led non-stock non-profit organization which “aims to help and uplift local farmers and fisherfolks.”

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Bayanihan Para sa Magsasaka #ForOurFarmersYou may send your donation to the following channels:

Let’s lend a hand and help out or Kababayans affected by Typhoon rolly.

Project Sagip is a fundraising drive for the benefit of our kababayan in areas affected by Typhoon Rolly

A small help will go a long way!

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Bayanihan Para sa Magsasaka #ForOurFarmers

You may send your donation to the following channels:

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(FOR THOSE LIVING IN THE PH):

Landbank: 3217 0633 36

BPI: 2819 0660 03

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#PROJECTSAGIP

We will be giving:

- Relief Packs

- Hygiene Kits

- Cash assistance for the next crop

The beneficiaries of PROJECT SAGIP are farmers from Guinobatan & Legazpi, Albay Virac, Catanduanes Sta Cruz, Laguna Villanueva, and Misamis Oriental

Through the fundraiser, FOF will provide HYGIENE KITS, RELIEF PACKS, AND CASH ASSISTANCE*.

*due to limited funds, cash assistance will be given to farmers severely affected by the calamity.

FOF has also partnered up with another non-profit called Project Hero PH (@projectheroph on IG) for a mobile kitchen in evacuation centers in Albay, one of the most affected areas.

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Thank you everyone, please keep safe!! When you eat the food on your table, please think about the farmers that worked tirelessly for your meal. They help us everyday and we have to help them too. :(

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https://www.unicef.org/philippines/stories/over-700000-children-among-most-affected-super-typhoon-rollygoni-hit-philippines

THANK YOU EVERYONE

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mostlysignssomeportents · 3 years

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On the occasion of John Varley's quadruple bypass

John Varley, a beloved, versatile, funny, and wildly imaginative sf writer, recently had a quadruple bypass and is recovering well, but this is America, so he's also in need of financial support through his recovery.

https://varley.net/nonfiction/news/sending-prayers-to-the-cosmos/

You can donate to Varley's recovery fund via Paypal, which will support the Varley family's new expenditures (Dan Prall already helped them by buying the recliner chair John's doctors want him to sleep in).

https://www.paypal.com/donate/paymentComplete

When I heard Varley had been hospitalized, I felt that cold grue in my stomach, the dread that has haunted me not merely through the covid months, but also over the past decade, as the cohort of writers I grew up on have entered their 60s and 70s.

The news that Varley's surgery was successful came as an incredible relief - and with it, the realization that I didn't need to wait for an obit to write an appreciation of the writers whose work I love so dearly.

Varley is hugely influential upon me. I could never have written my 2003 debut novel DOWN AND OUT IN THE MAGIC KINGDOM without stories like his 1976 OVERDRAWN AT THE MEMORY BANK - a story that prefigured many of cyberpunk's central tropes.

Varley's short fiction is incredible - not just Hugo winners like THE PERSISTENCE OF VISION but also perfect gems like THE OPHIUCHI HOTLINE and THE BARBIE MURDERS - but they all add up to even more than the sum of their parts.

Much of Varley's work has been set in his "Eight Worlds" universe, where humans have been evicted from Earth by a mysterious alien race called "The Invaders," with the rump of the species being pushed out to the Moon, nearby planets, and the asteroid belts.

Varley's stories happily plunder one another for details of this scenario, lifting characters, technologies, and settings, but they make no pretense to being a "future history" of internal consistency.

The Eight Worlds stories and novels are only consistent with one another when it makes the story better - but when it doesn't, they jettison inter-tale consistency in favor of narrative. For me, the fact that writers could do this came as a jaw-dropping revelation.

Varley annihilated the pretense that an sf writer is some kind of oracle who knows the future - a bit of ghastly fatalism in that it implies that the future is knowable and thus will arrive irrespective of our choices today.

Instead, Varley treats his stories as entertainments and allegories, freed from the "Robert A Timeline" constraints, which allows him to collage his best ideas into new works, a kind of fan-service that is pure delight, freed from the tedious pretense of consistency.

This revelation led directly to my novel Walkaway, which incorporates ideas, props and scenarios from DOWN AND OUT IN THE MAGIC KINGDOM, EASTERN STANDARD TRIBE, and my other novels, without lumbering the story with the necessity to make it fit in with their continuity.

Varley is an unabashed plunderer, particularly of Heinlein, mashing up Heinlein tropes with contemporary ideas, progressive politics, and other delights to make new works that both pick apart and celebrate Heinlein's work.

This was always lurking in his work, but it became very explicit with novels like STEEL BEACH (1992), an absolute ROMP of a book that crosses THE MOON IS A HARSH MISTRESS with the then-ascendant cyberpunk genre conventions (which Varley helped invent) to outstanding effect.

I just re-read STEEL BEACH and found it every bit as delightful as I had in the early 90s, when I hand sold hundreds of copies of it as a bookseller. It's also the direct ancestor of Ian McDonald's MOON IS A HARSH MISTRESS-riffing trilogy.

https://memex.craphound.com/2015/09/22/ian-mcdonalds-luna-new-moon-the-moon-is-a-much-much-harsher-mistress/

Varley's work embodies the collaborative spirit of sf, as tropes are ruthlessly plundered and reworked without apology. It's a process that's wonderfully described in my mentor Judith Merril's Hugo-winning memoir, "Better to Have Loved":

https://memex.craphound.com/2003/08/11/science-fiction-prefigured-the-creative-commons/

"Whereas in other literary fields you wouldn’t dare take an idea from another writer and use it, because that would be considered plagiarism, science fiction people loved to build on each other’s stories.

"The business of giving away ideas and promoting other people’s work was a part of the community at large. The Futurians did this to an amazing extent. For example, every Futurian had a pen name that included the family name Conway. A good number of the stories that appeared in science fiction magazines at the time were written by someone-or-other Conway."

In other words, amateurs plagiarize, artists steal.

Think of the way that Varley's symbiotic alien spacesuits were beautfully plundered by Spider and Jeanne Robinson for their own Hugo-winning STARDANCE.

http://spiderrobinson.com/books.html

I found so many revelations in Varley's work: just the proliferation of "disneylands" on the Moon was an wonderfully economical bit of storytelling, an entire implied history of a notoriously bullying corporation in tatters after an invasion, all in a single, lower-case "d."

And then there's the RED THUNDER books, wherein Varley took apart and reassmbled Heinlein's "juvies" as parables about the paranoid, post-9/11 America, a country that occupied Iraq, Afghanistan and itself:

https://memex.craphound.com/2006/04/17/the-novel-heinlein-would-have-written-about-gw-bushs-america/

I don't think I'd have written LITTLE BROTHER - a book I thought of as an anti-authoritarian riff on HAVE SPACESUIT, WILL TRAVEL - if I hadn't read RED THUNDER.

Varley's work is worth aspiring to: a perfect mix of wildly imaginative and just plain *fun*. His most recent novel, IRONTOWN BLUES, is an Eight Worlds hard boiled noir novel starring an uplifted dog detective.

https://memex.craphound.com/2018/08/29/john-varleys-irontown-blues-noir-doggy-science-fiction-from-one-of-the-fields-all-time-greats/

Varley runs a shop for signed copies of his books, though shipping is slow ("We are strictly a kitchen-table operation. Your book will be carefully selected from our shelves, lovingly hand-wrapped, and decorated with real US Postage stamps").

https://varley.net/shop/

If you're looking for a title to order from the shop, may I recommend 2004's "The John Varley Reader: 30 Years of Short Fiction."

https://varley.net/collection/the-john-varley-reader/

Image: Arthur Jene https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:John_Varley.jpg

CC BY-SA: https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/4.0/deed.en

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eretzyisrael · 3 years

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(image A WEEK BEFORE the election, Sderot was a battlefield, with children looking at the damage caused after a rocket landed in a playground, and people running as a siren sounds warning of incoming rockets. Will it return?) (photo credit: RONEN ZVULUN/REUTERS)

During the first round of aid, packages for Shavuot were given to young children who attend the Colel Chabad daycare centers in the Israeli cities of Yaven, Ashdod and Sderot.

By JERUSALEM POST STAFFMAY 19, 2021 11:13

A group of Jews from Teaneck, New Jersey, have managed to raise $40,000 for Israeli children experiencing difficulties amid ongoing fighting between Israel and terrorist organizations in the Gaza Strip. The group passed on the funds and donated items to Colel Chabad, Israel's oldest continuously operating charity. The focus of the fundraising was to provide for more home deliveries for elderly Israelis following the shutting of 22 soup kitchens due to rocket fire from Gaza, with more attention being paid to Israelis living in the most hard hit areas in south and central Israel. It also saw the children who are suffering through these troubling times and donated items for them, as well. Colel Chabad has thus far delivered some 25,000 meals to 5,000 people in Israel that lasted through the weekend and holiday of Shavuot. “We called upon the community to help raise money to send toys, educational books, and comfort food to bomb shelters across southern Israel,” said Rivka Szafranski, who runs the Youth Department at Congregation Bnei Yeshurun in Teaneck with her husband Yehoshua. “We decided to team up with Colel Chabad which already has the infrastructure and volunteer system to package and distribute gifts to these children who are suffering during these traumatic times.” Doron Katz, another participant in the initiative from Teaneck, said, “We’ve now raised over $38,000 and growing, and have over 30 other communities involved in donating gift packages for Israeli children in the hardest hit areas.” During the first round of aid, packages for Shavuot were given to young children who attend the Colel Chabad daycare centers in the Israeli cities of Yavne, Ashdod and Sderot, all of which have experienced constant rocket fire from the Gaza Strip. Beyond food, the packages also included books focusing on emotional difficulties during war. “It warms our heart to feel your love and caring,” said Miriam Blau, educational counselor at the Maonot Chaya Childcare Centers in Israel. “It means so much to these children during these turbulent times to know that there are sisters and brothers on the other side of the world that think of them and care for them.” “Thousands of families are living in very tense and scary times, having to drop everything and run to the nearest shelter, sometimes multiple times a day,” said Itzik Marton of Colel Chabad. “The tremendous response from Jewish youth in the United States to this initiative really shows how ‘Kol Yisrael Ereivim Ze Ba’Zeh’ – we are all connected.

#Israel #Children #Gaza #Terrorism

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doodle--writes · 5 years

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Hellooo Nurse!- Adult Eddie Kaspbrak X Reader

Word Count: 2,833

Warnings: Blood, Injury, Cursing, Sexual Jokes

Request: could i request an 2019!eddie kaspbrak x wife!reader where reader freaks out when eddie gets stabbed by bowers and she's the one to patch him up and he gets all cute and asking her to kiss it better and stuff but also being his usual self freaking about all of the germs and instructing her on how to stitch him and stuff? if that makes sense?

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It was barely afternoon when you got home from a half shift of work. The rest of your day would be on-call, meaning whenever someone needed help, they'd call you.

You opened the fridge, looking for something to eat and settle for leftovers of grilled salmon and rice before throwing it onto a plate and heating it up in the microwave.

You slid your shoes off and placed them on the rack in the closet.

You heard the microwave and your phone go off at the same time. You rushed over, opening the microwave to shut it up and accepted the phone call, putting it on speaker.

The plate was hot so you carefully pulled it from the microwave, giving your normal line.

"Hello I'm Y/N L/N-Kaspbrak from Grand Central Donor Center, how may I help you today?"

"Hey Y/N, it's Mike Hanlon."

You paused. "Excuse me, who?"

"Mike Hanlon. We're old friends from high school. Derry, remember?"

"I remember Derry, yes, but no Mike Han-"

"Y/N, It's back."

You felt as if the world had suddenly flipped, your whole sense of gravity and strength diminished. The plate dropped to the floor; the sound of shattering glass sounded nearly like an explosion in the quiet kitchen.

"Y/N? Are you alright Y/N?"

In reality, you were not fine. The only thing that kept you on your feet was the counter digging into your hip.

"Yeah, I just dropped a plate is all."

Mike started to talk more, letting you know what was going on, but you ended the call without warning because another pending call popped up at the top of the screen.

You answered it without an inkling of hesitation. "Eddie? Eddie, are you okay? I just got a call from-"

"Mike. Yeah, me too."

Something's wrong. Eddie talked sluggishly instead of his typical jabbering pace. You didn't trust his response at all.

"Eddie, baby, are you sure you're okay?" You put the phone on speaker once again so you could clean up the mess of salmon, rice, and broken glass.

He sighed, but a small chortle followed. "Our insurance premium is going to be pretty high this month."

You couldn't help but smile although you were worried. He just had a way of making you smile, even in the worst moments. "Eddie, just tell me what happened."

You heard a little hum that Eddie always made when he was nervous, but it was followed by a snicker. "Alright, I may have crashed the limo."

"Eddie! Oh my God wh- shit," you winced. You looked down to see that you cut yourself while picking up a shard of plate.

Then he was the one who was worried.

"Y/N? What happened? Are you alright?"

You stood to walk over to the sink to clean off the wound and grabbed a band-aid.

It had been Eddie's idea to have a box at every sink in the house and you didn't mind that considering your finger didn't look nor feel pretty.

"I'm okay Eds, just a tiny cut. I was trying to clean up a broken plate and well- you know how clumsy I can be."

"You're the clumsy one? I drove right into a taxi!" He paused for a moment. "Wait did you use peroxide on the cut? Did you pet pressure on it to clot the blood? Did you-"

You tried to keep yourself from laughing, but you couldn't. A loud giggle escaped and you heard Eddie make a small 'hmph' noise on the other end of the line. You smiled. "Eddie, honey, I'm an RN, I know what to do for a tiny cut. Stop worrying so much."

You could imagine Eddie going from a pout to a sheepish smile. "Yeah, yeah I know. I just worry."

"I know you do."

The blithe air quickly diminished, leaving a somewhat heavy and thick feeling in your throat.

After a moment Eddie asked, "We have to go back, don't we?"

By habit, you nodded even though Eddie wasn't there to see it. "We swore. All of us did. We're older now; it'll be easier."

After another moment of silence to gather his thoughts, all Eddie said was: "I'll be home soon."

___

When Eddie got home, the first thing he did was wrap his arms around you, squeezing tight as his stubble rubbed against your cheek.

You were safe there, wrapped up in the scent of his cologne and the warmth of his hug.

It was hard to tell how long you two stayed like that, but when he pulled away, he still kept a hand on you. It proved to him that everything he was going through was real.

You two booked an early flight the next day to Maine. Your airport was about a half an hour south of Derry.

Then came packing your bags. Now, being married to Eddie for thirteen years, you were used to how much he packed, but part of you was always surprised at how that list seemed to grow each time you took a trip together.

So when you saw Eddie coming up from the basement trying to carry four luggage bags, you ran over, taking two of them from him.

"Oh my God, honey, we don't need this many bags!"

Eddie beamed, setting two of them down at the top of the landing. "You're right, we need one more." He turned on his heel to march back down the stairs, but you stopped him by tugging on the collar of his shirt, making a small 'tsk tsk'.

"Eddie," you purred, "look at me."

Eddie obeyed, turning back towards you with wide, curious eyes. He wanted to hear whatever you had to say and you knew he'd listen. "We're only taking two of these with us and one backpack. Got it?"

He nodded and you giggled, running your fingers through his hair. "You're so cute, even at forty."

"You're even prettier at thirty-nine."

Your smile grew as you pulled him closer, wrapping your arms around his neck.

"You know," you traced a circle on the back of his neck with your nail, sending chills along his skin, "now that we remember our teenage years, how about we act like teens for a night? We do have until tomorrow."

Eddie's hands playfully squeezed your rear end. "I don't think I could ever turn that down."

______

Both you and Eddie were in fairly high spirits as you drove to the airport.

Last night may have (okay, it most definitely did) put the both of you in a better mood.

The entire drive to the airport was filled with the two of you singing along to songs from when you were kids and the sounds of impatient New Yorkers in traffic, which wasn't even a quarter as pleasant as the music.

Getting onto the plane was easy but once the mostly empty flight began, silence swelled between Eddie and yourself.

The both of you were thinking about the same thing.

"How did we end up together if we didn't remember our childhoods together?" You looked at Eddie, wondering if he had any sort of answer.

He looked to you. "We started dating when you were sixteen, I was seventeen. Didn't we?"

You nodded. "But I also distinctly remember starting to date you at twenty five."

Eddie thought for a moment, crossing his arms in front of his chest. His eyebrows knitted together in thought.

"Well, if we take things we've confirmed are true, then after I moved away from Derry, I think I forgot about you, and you did the same. So when we met again years later, we thought we were strangers."

The thought of forgetting Eddie, someone so God damn important to you, made you feel queasy.

Eddie's hand moved onto yours, fingers intertwining. He smiled small. "We found each other. Even after forgetting and having a fucking clown mess with our minds, we found each other."

You smiled and kissed the ball of his nose. "I love you."

"I love you too. So much."

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Jade of the Orient, that was the place. You looked up at the sign before walking inside, being greeted by a petite hostess.

She led you to the back of the restaurant and there were two figures you found vaguely familiar. Their features were ones you recognized, just aged from years of absence from each other's lives.

You found yourself in the warm embrace of Mike, who went on about how he knew 'you'd keep your promise'.

Next, you were nearly tackled into a hug by Bill, whose eyes were just as bright and as persuasive as they were as kids.

All of you sat and got to talking for a few minutes.

"So Y/N," Bill began, "what do you do for a living now?"

You smiled. "Oh well, I work at a medical donation center, but I work with plasma donations. Essentially what we do is draw blood, extract the plasma, and give you the blood back. The plasma is used to create medicines for diseases like HIV."

Mike nodded. "Sounds like an interesting job."

You nodded as well, thinking of what else to say before you heard a booming impression of Yacko from The Animaniacs.

"Well helllooo nurse!"

Your head snapped towards the entrance to see a man whose comedy specials you adored and who was your best buddy as kids.

"Richie fucking Tozier," you cheered, jumping from your seat and tackling Richie square in the chest for a hug.

"Well hello Y/N a God damn milf L/N!" He laughed, mocking the tone of your voice.

You smacked his arm. "Oh come on I'm not a milf!"

He put his hands up defensively. "Sure, sure says the milf."

You rolled your eyes, drawing him into a hug again. "Dude, I can't believe you made it! You're a god damn comedian! You did it you lucky bastard!"

Richie laughed, starting to make a joke, but you looked over to Eddie. His lips were drawn into a thin, unamused line and his arms were crossed in front of his chest like a little kid. You had forgotten about that too; whenever Richie made you laugh, Eddie would become pouty. The weird part about that was that Eddie only got jealous when it was Richie specifically.

You chuckled and strutted over, seating yourself in his lap. "Oh c'mon Eddie, don't pout." You pressed a soft kiss to his temple.

The others put the pieces together quick. Richie's jaw drops.

"Wait wait wait, you two are married?! How?! We all forgot!"

You laughed and nuzzled closer to Eddie. "Well, we found each other by accident. We didn't even realize that we had known each other in the past."

He looked at you, smiling soft.

"Man, you're whipped for her, huh Eds?"

Before Eddie could respond, Ben and Bev walked in. You jumped to your feet, running to give Beverly a hug.

"Now the party is really starting!"

_____

You wish you could say the remainder of your time at Derry was as lively as seeing your friends once again. You wish it was as peaceful.

It wasn't.

You were in your motel room answering a phone call from work. Shit. You forgot to tell them that you had a 'family' emergency.

During the middle of explaining, you heard a thud. You apologized before hanging up and stepping into the hallway. "Guys? Is that one of you?" The sight that hobbled out in front of you made you scream, making everyone in the townhouse run up the stairs.

Eddie waddled towards you, blood pouring out from his mouth and the side of his fucking face! You ran over to him, and he fell against you. He looked up at you, eyes wide. "Is it bad?"

As he asked, a fresh glob of blood spilled from his cheek. You looked to everyone behind you. "Anyone have anything fabric I can use to hold against this?"

From a lack of response, you assumed no and placed your hand snug against Eddie's cheek. They questioned him about what happened before running off to find Henry Bowers.

You ushered Eddie into your room, assuring them that you could handle it.

You carefully sat Eddie on the bed and pulled your hand away, strings of blood running from his cheek to your hand. Your palm looked like Beverly's bathroom twenty seven years prior. Eddie made a breathy noise like he was lightheaded. "You washed your hands recently, right? Because if any germs get into my blood then-"

You moved off of the bed, letting Eddie ramble while you searched for the first aid kit. "Yeah sweetie. It's habit for me to wash my hands constantly. Part of working in healthcare."

After a little more shuffling you found the kit and tore through it looking for a needle, thread, gauze, and athletic tape. Not to mention peroxide and cotton balls either. As soon as you had everything, you were sitting on the bed by Eddie's side. You handed him two cotton balls. "Stuff these in your cheek without pushing them through the wound, alright baby?"

He looked at you uncertain. "Are you sure that's sanitary? I mean think about the cotton fibers that could get stuck-"

You cut him off with a small kiss to his forehead. He then does as told, carefully placing the cotton balls in his mouth.

Next, you put peroxide on a cotton ball. You were about to dab it on the wound, but paused. "Eddie, if you need to grab me or squeeze me, you can. This is gonna hurt like a bitch."

He placed his free hand on your knee, but as soon as that cotton ball made contact, he winced, squeezing about five times as harder.

You hated seeing him in pain, so you tried to be as fast and thorough as possible.

After a minute or so, you were done you prepared for another painful part.

But you decided he could wait a little longer for stitches as you found a pain relieving medication. In no way was it over the counter, but Eddie usually took the children sized medications because he was afraid of becoming reliant on any normal drug. Considering his childhood, you understood why. But you grabbed him two Benadryl and had him wash them down the hatch with some water. You had him be extra careful considering the cotton balls in his mouth.

So then you waited for them to kick in.

The signal for that was when Eddie began to compliment you to an overbearing extent. Yes, you were flattered but also, your husband could be embarrassing.

He jumped a little and wriggled while you tried to give him stitches, but it was nothing you couldn't handle.

"My face feels weird," he hummed, going to feel his stitches.

You quickly moved his hand away. "Be careful honey. It's fresh."

He pouted and you couldn't help but giggle. You had a feeling you'd be taking goofy videos of him all night for him to see in the morning.

You walked to the bathroom to see that everyone disappeared and a few patches of blood remained on the floor. You shook your head and grabbed a washcloth from the closet, dampening it before returning to Eddie.

As soon as you walked in, he started whining. "Y/N, it hurts," he puffed out his bottom lip. "Kiss it better."

"You are such a baby, but not the whiny kind; you're just cute," you giggled and walked over to him. You sat, pulling his head into your lap.

His cheeks turned pink and he gave you the same nervous smile he would as kids. You pushed his hair back and looked down at him. You show him the washcloth. "Now, this is to clean the blood off of you. After that, I'll kiss everything else better."

He laid there quietly, staring up at you adoringly while you cleaned the blood off of him.

After that was done, you set the towel on the nightstand to take care of later. You laid down next to Eddie and took his face between your hands. At first he looked confused. You laughed quietly, calling him silly before pressing your lips against his; not too hard but filled with love.

You pulled away, smiling proud. "I told you I'd kiss it better, but I'm not done yet!" You proceeded to pepper kisses all over Eddie's face, earning giggles and squeals.

Finally, you put the gauze and tape over his cheek for good measure. You kissed the top, humming. "Alright, now I'm done."

Once you announced the completion of patching Eddie up, he pulled you down next to him without a sound. You moved so your head rested on Eddie's chest. Neither of you said it, but you both thought it.

I love you.

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therealmikegolay · 4 years

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all about project flow state

hi. you’re probably here because of my dumb thing.

i appreciate your time. you can read about the thing in a minute, but first, please consider visiting one or all of the following sites below, reading what the organizations are about, and, if you’re willing and able, consider donating to and/or supporting them with your time and voice.

when we all vote

partners in health

world central kitchen

jazz foundation covid fund

musicians’ covid fund

musicares covid fund

sweet relief covid fund

jam fund cycling

1 pvd cycling

youth cycle project

and please support your local trails! grab a shovel, drag a rake, volunteer some time, donate where you can. trail use is way, way up in the time of covid-19 and we all need to pitch in where we safely can.

are you still here?

yeah. so. the best i can tell, by the numbers:

67 laps

13:22:45 elapsed time to 12,000 vertical feet (11:43:22 moving)

92.2mi to 12,000 vertical feet

i did a q&a after the fact. if you’re interested, here it is.

i also did a video thing where i talked a bunch of detailed nonsense. that’s here.

total ride time was slightly longer than above because i had to get back down. if you want to dig in the data on my actual doing of the thing, here’s the ride. it’s not especially impressive, and was more about dogged pursuit of a small effort, metered over a long period, than it was about watts or sending. i’m not a regular strava user, but i recognize that the kids won’t be able to understand and that the ride didn’t exist unless i upload it, so: fine.

i can’t imagine you’d want to see it, but i did a preview lap of the loop i rode a few days before the attempt. the way i rode it, it’s about a 9-minute lap (i was slower than that, at around 10- to 11-minute laps, on the actual ride). the fun bit starts at around 6:00, if you want to skip ahead through the uphill drudgery. you’ll miss my commentary, though. here’s the short version.

as i’ve mentioned, while this was a terrible circuit for racking up vertical, it was nice to be able to tell myself, “sure, going up this thing x many times is going to be awful, but i get a sweet descent down a flow trail every lap.” in reality, i was pretty confident i could do the repetitive climbing, as long as i managed food and hydration (which i did - i peed so, so, so many times). i was more concerned about lapses in concentration on the downhill, which, though not terribly technical… at lap 50-something, i thought maybe things might get a little spicier. on the day, it wasn’t a problem. i started in the dark, the fog was a little tricky for an hour, but then it was fine. traffic on the trail was light and hopefully i wasn’t in anyone’s way coming or going. apologies to the dude on the kona with the dirt jump helmet who came in behind me at mach everything. i was at around 12.5 hours in at that point and wasn’t terribly interested in pushing it any faster, and pulling over/safely avoiding a crash while doing so wasn’t an option, given the state of my union. anyway, everything went more or less according to plan.

all i can say in summary is that 170’ vertical feet* is not a lot of vertical feet for making up a whole lot of vertical feet.

you might be asking: why 12,000 feet of climbing (and descending, come to think of it)?

it’s a relatable goal, and i thought it was doable, given the circumstances and the time i had, in a long day. it’s also the vertical relief of mt. everest (that mountain’s base is at ~17,100 feet on the tibetan side, its summit at 29,029 feet).

it’s hopefully apparent, but i want to stress that i am not claiming to have ascended the full sea level to summit height of everest. this was not an “everesting” attempt. plenty of very talented riders have completed that challenge, including payson mcelveen, who did it at altitude, on freakin’ singletrack, which is insane (i was about two weeks in to my preparations when i found out he’d done it, and was sad). in truth, of all of the “everesting” attempts i’ve seen, payson’s is the one that i think is the coolest, and hardest. sounds like he filmed it. i’m looking forward to seeing it. for the record, if i’d done an everest attempt on this circuit, i’d have had to do something like 170 laps and it would have taken 2.5-3 times longer than my ride (35-45 hours?), provided i could have completed it (i don’t think i could have). anyway, that is not happening. ever. if you’re up for it, be my guest. it’s definitely possible to go faster than i went on this thing. it’s just not possible for me and i am super done.

finally, i’ll say, in the interest of full disclosure:

if i were to have done this absolutely by the book, i’d have done four more laps. the segment i’d planned is 170′ vertical feet. letter of the law for these things, i should have done four more laps (71) than i did (67). instead, i ticked off 12k’ on the garmin, watching the ascent numbers, and called it good (i was exactly 170’ shy of the goal prior to my last lap and so so so did not want to do another, and luckily didn’t have to). i found a few more vertical feet at the top of the loop on a number of laps (find my pee spot!) and those add up, over time. undulations in the trail also contributed to the accumulated ascent numbers. to be clear: I’M NOT GOING BACK TO SET THE RECORD STRAIGHT. EVER. (*and i won’t have to. see elevation addendum below.)

i accidentally hit pause on the ride on my garmin at some point in the last three hours of this thing, for about 10 seconds. it was terrifying. i managed to hit resume and kept the data flowing. sue me.

i think i failed to hit lap on the garmin a few times (2?). sherlock says it’s okay.

*important note on elevation. when i first started planning this project, i scoped the lap and settled in on 170′ vertical feet as the elevation gain, per lap. at the time i was using a garmin 810, and that was the rough gain it reported on the circuit. i also wasn’t paying terribly close attention. in the interim i upgraded to a garmin 530. the gps tracking on that device is considerably more accurate than the 810 (which is still a great unit). i’ve ridden the circuit with the 530 on multiple days, and used it on the day i completed this project. as it turns out, the lap truly is more in the neighborhood of 175-180′ vertical feet gained, per lap. i hit 177′ vertical feet on the majority of the laps, and in excess of that (180′) on numerous laps... because that’s the best height for peeing, on this track. true story. anyway, after re-doing this math, i feel comfortable saying that i verifiably did the correct number of laps and hit the true elevation goal i’d set out for myself. whew.

still not going back. for a long time. probably.

okay, i’m very tired. thanks for reading. please do continue to give some thought to helping others in these very difficult times.

be safe, be well. and VOTE.

#projectflowstate #supereuro #vote

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