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One time I brought one of my rocks with me on a plane to touch to calm me down during the flight, but it fell out of my pocket on my way back to the bathroom and then as soon as i realized this they actually announced “did anyone lose…… . A rock” over the loudspeaker system.
When I went up to claim it the plane man, clearly unable to throw off the shackles of his training in the procedure of asking for people’s full names and birthdates when they come to claim wallets, said “wait no, first tell me what color it is so I know it’s really yours”
He seemed to realize this was stupid directly after saying it and kind of smiled like to make it a joke but the joke was on him bc I Described the fucking rock to him for like 30 solid seconds
…anyway. that was an interaction I had once
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we are not getting out of the plant blog allegations with this one
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semiaquatic secret agent
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we talk a lot about ohhhh what if my calling is to be the greatest mammoth hunter ever and I'm wasting my talents in the modern era but we never think about what if Thog from 30,000 BCE was the only person ever born who could get a sub-7min Donkey Kong Country any%, and he never got the chance. what about thog
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Made the worst brownies ever created just now
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FYI this is not an actual photograph that Cassini took. It was created by an artist.
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Cocaine was a stimulant used by a priestly caste of the middle period United States called businessmen in order to commune with The Market. [1]
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My dumbass brain visualizing The Stormfather whenever he talks to Dalinar in Oathbringer
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ive been thinking about this video quite literally since i saw it 3 weeks ago
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I recently had surgery, and at the time I came home, I had both my cat and one of my grandma's cats staying with me.
- Within hours of surgery, I wake up from a nap to my cat gently sniffing at my incisions with great alarm.
- I was not allowed to shower the first day after surgery, and the cats, seeing that The Large Cat is not observing its cleaning ritual, decided I must be gravely disabled and compensated by licking all the exposed skin on my arms, face, and legs.
- I currently have to sleep with a pillow over my abdomen because my cat insists on climbing on top of me and covering my incisions with her body while I sleep (which is very sweet but not exactly comfortable without the pillow). She also lays across me facing my bedroom door, presumably on guard for attackers who may try to harm me while I'm sleeping and injured.
That's love. 🐈‍⬛🐈❤️
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enough about taylor swift already. reblog and tag the smallest, least known artist you listen to
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A few years ago, I visited the synagogue where my parents grew up, Wrocław (formerly known as Breslau). The city has a rich Jewish history. It was the fourth largest Jewish community in Germany, one of the centers of the Wissenschaft des Judentums movement at its rabbinical seminary (Jewish Theological Seminary of Breslau, its first head being Zacharias Frankel himself), and a city where its German-Jewish residents were joined together in a united community of Orthodox and Reform Jews. It was a pillar of the Yekkish community.
When my mother visited the synagogue there for the first time a few years ago, she asked for directions from someone, and the woman lit up, excitedly started to give my mom directions, talking about the small Jewish infrastructure in the city, before stopping in the middle of a sentence and getting an anxious look on her face—and asked my mom why she wanted directions.
I had to email ahead, bring ID, and go through a metal detector to access the synagogue. Because the guard at the time hadn't gotten the memo that there would be a visitor, I was almost not allowed in until someone who knew I was coming told him. There were five people praying: "A good turnout," said the shaliach tzibbur. I asked the him, and he told me they only get a minyan during the High Holidays. There was nobody there that weekend who could read Torah with te'amim. The rabbi was gone, serving a different community that weekend. Most of the people at the synagogue were Ukrainian migrant workers.
A few days later, I visited Kraków. Two hours before I left Wrocław, my uncle, not Jewish, decided he wanted to debate with me about reparations, insisting that Jews are asking for too much, that they're bankrupting Poland, that the Holocaust is over, that Jews should just get over it. "The old Jewish houses are falling apart and lowering the prices of the properties around them," he said. "How are people living near that supposed to sell their houses when they're next to something like that?"
I arrived in Kraków and walked around the Jewish Quarter, Kazimierz. The Jewish "attractions" were a few streets of shops, selling mezuzah scrolls printed on paper, and using faux-Hebrew lettering for their shop names. (There was a shop called חפםקהל: can you guess what it's supposed to say? Answer under the cut.) The atmosphere was depressing. It was trying to relive days gone by, and felt more like a tourist attraction than anything respectful. It was pretending to be happy and bustling, but there was nothing behind it. The Jewish quarter was not alive—it was undead.
In Poland, you can get into legal trouble for saying that Polish people participated or were complicit in the Holocaust. "Those who say that Poland may be responsible for the crimes of World War Two deserve jail terms," said Mateusz Morawiecki, Prime Minister from 2017-2023.
The Jewish community in Poland is reviving. When I visited the synagogue in Wrocław, I happened to be talking to the front desk person while someone came up to get the key to the mikveh. I hear that the University of Wrocław has a good Jewish studies program, and last I checked, one of its members of staff was a prominent researcher in the field of nusach.
A weekday mincha at the Chabad of Kraków yielded 8 people. For weekday mincha? That's pretty good. There are three active synagogues, there are mikvaot, there are kosher restaurants.
In Poland, people are discovering the fact that they're Jewish more and more—multiple times I've heard of stories that Babcia told her children and grandchildren on her deathbed that she's Jewish.
But there are more Jews in the city I was born and raised in, I live now, in the US, than there are in the entire country of Poland, and this is not a city well-known for its Jewish population. People here walk around wearing kippot, wearing their tzitzit out. Stopped in the middle of the street to ask for synagogue directions, they will help you. I can go visit my local used Jewish bookstore and find a book about Ethiopian halacha. I can buy kosher shawarma.
I can visit the local kosher store and find kosher-for-Passover vanilla extract.
I stared at the sign for probably about five minutes in total before going in and asking.
חפםקהל: "Jarden".
I had puzzled out the a, r, and e, but could not, for the life of me, see anything other than lamed at the beginning.
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i’m willing to believe some people are genuinely idiots who don’t know that 90%+ of polish jews were killed in the holocaust (and made up half of all poles killed in wwii), but. it’s almost like this shit helps nothing and no one
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The idea of english as a mother tongue is so strange to me, in my head english is how ppl communicate when there's no way in common to communicate, so english as a mother tongue sounds a bit like idk email as a mother tongue ykwim? Like english to me feels like the stuff that's used to fill the empty spaces between languages
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