WHAT THE SIGNS NEED MORE THAN ANYTHING

queenofastrology:

Aries: a reality check

Taurus: a line of coke and a karaoke machine

Gemini: a slap and a mood stabilizer

Cancer: a box of tissues and a block of chocolate

Leo: a room without mirrors

Virgo: a xanax

Libra: a backbone

Scorpio: to be escorted into hell

Sagittarius: a joint

Capricorn: to sit still

Aquarius: to fucking listen

Pisces: nothing you’re a fucking joy


Tags:

#astrology #I find it interesting #considering how horoscopes are supposed to be completely generic so that anyone can identify with them #just how *bad* Scorpio stuff is at describing me #and I can’t blame it on having supposed to have been a Sagittarius because the Sagittarius stuff isn’t much better

wine-loving-vagabond:

A loaf of bread made in the first century AD, which was discovered at Pompeii, preserved for centuries in the volcanic ashes of Mount Vesuvius. The markings visible on the top are made from a Roman bread stamp, which bakeries were required to use in order to mark the source of the loaves, and to prevent fraud. (via Ridiculously Interesting)

 

dduane:

(sigh) I’ve seen these before, but this one’s particularly beautiful.

 

hungrylikethewolfie:

I feel like I’m supposed to be marveling over the fact that this is a loaf of bread that’s been preserved for thousands of years, and don’t get me wrong, that’s hella cool.  But honestly, I’m mostly struck by the unexpected news that “bread fraud” was apparently once a serious concern.

 

ironychan:

Bread Fraud was a huge thing,  Bread was provided to the Roman people by the government – bakers were given grain to make the free bread, but some of them stole the government grain to use in other baked goods and would add various substitutes, like sawdust or even worse things, to the bread instead.  So if people complained that their free bread was not proper bread, the stamp told them exactly whose bakery they ought to burn down.

 

dancingspirals:

Bread stamps continued to be used at least until the Medieval period in Europe. Any commercially sold bread had to be stamped with an official seal to identify the baker to show that it complied with all rules and regulations about size, price, and quality. This way, rotten or undersized loaves could be traced back to the baker. Bakers could be pilloried, sent down the streets in a hurdle cart with the offending loaf tied around their neck, fined, or forbidden to engage in baking commercially ever again in that city. There are records of a baker in London being sent on a hurdle cart because he used an iron rod to increase the weight of his loaves, and another who wrapped rotten dough with fresh who was pilloried. Any baker hurdled three times had to move to a new city if they wanted to continue baking.

If you have made bread, you are probably familiar with a molding board. It’s a flat board used to shape the bread. Clever fraudsters came up with a molding board that had a little hole drilled into it that wasn’t easily noticed. A customer would buy his dough by weight, and then the baker would force some of that dough through the hole, so they could sell and underweight loaf and use the stolen dough to bake new loafs to sell. Molding boards ended up being banned in London after nine different bakers were caught doing this. There were also instances of grain sellers withholding grain to create an artificial scarcity drive up the price of that, and things like bread.

Bread, being one of the main things that literally everyone ate in many parts of the world, ended up with a plethora of rules and regulations. Bakers were probably no more likely to commit fraud than anyone else, but there were so many of them, that we ended up with lots and lots of rules and records of people being shifty.

Check out Fabulous Feasts: Medieval Cookery and Ceremony by Madeleine Pelner Cosman for a whole chapter on food laws as they existed in about 1400. Plus the color plates are fantastic.

 

drtanner:

Holy shit. 

Bread is serious fucking business.

 

lordhayati:

Man the bread fandom don’t put up with shit at all.


Tags:

#food #history #the more you know

ghostabletoastables:

when i was very small i assumed this song was about some lady who literally kept a human face in a jar by the door and since father mckenzie buried her that meant that he also killed her and basically i thought eleanor rigby was about zombies until i was like 12 years old

 

bnprime:

YES!

 

catsuitmonarchy:

This is the first time I’ve ever liked this song.

 

thefingerfuckingfemalefury:

This is the best ever alternate interpretation of that song :D

 

edmpr1nc3ss:

Elanor Rigby is clearly a leviathan.

 

labbydragon:

Given how many times I had to play this song in my college instrumental ensemble class, this had breathed new life into this for me.  And imagining the look on my professor’s face if she ever saw this given her Beatles obsession is kind of making me giggle.

 

beautifulinourfashion:

I’m not sure what my 13-year-old Beatle fanatic self would have thought of this, but now I think it’s a damm fine narrative arc.

 

ursulavernon:

I support this interpretation wholeheartedly.

 

draqued:

I want so desperately for this to have been the intended story.

 

aberrant-eyes:

Reblogged for camwyn, who’s identified Father Mackenzie as MI# based on “writing the words of a sermon that no-one will hear”.

 

camwyn:

Yeah, I was never really very clear on what the face-in-the-jar-by-the-door was supposed to mean as a kid, but the idea of a priest conducting services for no one at all didn’t really jibe. And then somewhere along the way I read enough Tom Clancy or watched enough James Bond to realize that, y’know, some people just don’t officially exist… they might not be down on paper but spies have spiritual needs too. Or at least the need to talk to someone who understands, even if they don’t necessarily believe. Armies and prisons and hospitals have chaplains; why shouldn’t the spooks? Eleanor Rigby was a spy with a talent for disguise; Father Mackenzie was the only priest the intelligence agencies trusted.

If Father Mackenzie takes individual confessions I suspect he goes through an awful lot of brandy, because I can’t imagine having someone like 007 show up with something bad enough to actually weigh on his conscience can be an easy thing to hear about. And the seal of the confessional wouldn’t just be a religious/moral thing under those circumstances, but one that also came with the knowledge that if he did let anything out, there was a bullet with his name on it.

(I’m also reasonably sure that the funeral he conducts towards the end of the song is actually pretty jam-packed. It’s just that Mackenzie is the only attendee who officially existed; the others all came because nobody outside the agency even knew the assignment number, let alone the name, of the poor sod in the box. But the spies take care of their own.)


Tags:

#oh look an update #hadn’t seen the spy one before

A Practical Guide to Being Homeless

lb-lee:

hyperdelirium:

So as many of you who’ve been following me for a while may know, I’ve been homeless for almost two years now, and spent 7 months of that on an actual sidewalk. Leading up to the start of those two years (and for many years prior; my life has a habit of being unstable), I tried desperately to find any information I could on how to survive if I did end up on the streets. The day came where the concrete was my only option and I still hadn’t found anything useful beyond “get a car and a gym membership” as most “guides” have been written by people who could afford a car. Now, I could just have high standards for lowlife, but if you can afford a car, a gym membership, and a night at a hotel every week, you probably don’t actually need a guide telling you how to use those things. 

Currently one of my close friends is looking at being on the streets, and since I’ve been asked about stuff like this before and genuine resources are so hard to find, I figured I’d put together the best guide I could, informed by and based on my personal experiences actually living through this.

Some of the things I experienced will not happen to everyone— many of them never will. My situation was an extremely lucky one, in one of the safest, richest, and friendliest cities in the entire United States. But much of what I’m going to be talking about should apply to everyone. 

This list assumes that you are not going to be spending your nights in a shelter, for whatever reason you may have. Mine was social anxiety and a lack of queer-friendly options that weren’t already overflowing, and I chose not to put up with the few options I did have. Someone else’s reasoning might be a lack of a choice at all. Maybe you have no local shelters, or don’t have any that you are eligible for. Either way, you’re looking at spending your nights on the actual cold hard sidewalk.

This also assumes that you have virtually no money. You may occasionally wake up with large bills tucked between you and your bag or in the side of your shoe (one of the perks of being in a richer area), but let’s assume you don’t have a job yet. If you do, then you have a huge step up. Don’t let go of it.

So, given all that, here we go!

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This is a good guide.  Thankfully, we had our miserable hole to sleep in, so weren’t stuck on the street, but this is good solid advice.  Libraries are a bum’s best friend.


Tags:

#homelessness #the more you know #I find it slightly odd that this operates under the assumption that #’handheld gaming device’ #’cell phone’ #and ‘voip-capable computer’ #are three separate devices #(I mean they *can* be but we are firmly in the era of cheap smartphones) #(mine cost $89 brand-new including tax and a pair of earbuds) #but okay