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2023.06.07 18:09 blackheadedgrossbeak Additional details from French language interview with David Grusch
A French journalist has published the transcript of a conversation with David Grusch. I had GPT4 summarize the article and then translate all of Grusch's statements from French to English--
David Charles Grusch, a 36-year-old veteran of the United States Air Force and intelligence agent for fourteen years, has made claims that the United States has been holding non-human-origin UFOs for decades in an attempt to exploit their technology. He initiated a whistleblower procedure after passing information to his superiors.
The interview was given a few hours after he broke his anonymity on a Monday. Grusch seemed careful with his words, as the subject matter is politically sensitive in the United States and requires cautious discussion.
Below are his translated statements from French to English:
Grusch: "Of course, I hesitated because I spent fourteen years within the American intelligence community. I always worked in the shadows and sometimes even undercover. Being a public figure, having my name disclosed, it's a nightmare. But I thought the public deserved to know certain facts. There are questions that humans have been asking for generations. If the United States and their allies hold elements of the answer, it seems wrong, ethically, to keep it a secret."
"For nearly ninety years, the United States and their allies have recovered fragments of objects and exotic objects, damaged or intact ships... The analyses carried out have proven that they were non-human objects, particularly those discovered ninety years ago. The programs I am talking about were dedicated to reverse engineering for military purposes. And unfortunately, that is the main use..."
"I wasn't sure of their non-human origin until I was briefed on the analysis carried out by the members of these programs on these recovered ships."
"The mechanical and experimental data shows that it's not human. It could be extraterrestrial or it could be something else, coming from other dimensions as described by quantum mechanics. I haven't seen enough data to say it's one thing over another. The American government must have more information."
"One of them [the ships] was recovered in Italy in 1933, it's the oldest case I was briefed on. I can't talk about the others."
"In 1933, a bell-shaped ship, about ten meters in size, was recovered in Magenta, in the north of Italy. It was kept by Mussolini's government until the agents of the Office of Strategic Services (OSS, an old American intelligence agency) retrieved it in 1944."
"Yes, there is always a chance that this could push other unfounded conspiracy theories. The irony is that this was once a conspiracy theory that turned out to be true."
"I've seen some very interesting things that I'm not allowed to publicly talk about for now. I don't have approval."
"A handful of American subcontractors are involved, some since the beginning, and have kept the secret. There has been no competition."
"The materials studied could have new properties in terms of conductivity, strength, etc. This could translate into advances for the climate or health."
"The main allies are the members of the Five Eyes alliance, so Canada, the United Kingdom, Australia, and New Zealand."
"I am still bound by my confidentiality agreement with the American government and I cannot discuss information that is still classified. I can therefore speak publicly, in general terms, but the details on the recoveries of material are very limited until they are declassified."
"They tried to take my security clearance, they made allegations of wrongdoing against me, things like that. To protect the ongoing investigation on my behalf, I can't give too much detail. I think in a few months, I will be able to."
"At one point, there were threats of that nature [against my life]."
"In such a situation, there is first a real risk in remaining anonymous because it is easy to discreetly attack someone who does not have public support. There is of course a risk in becoming a public figure, but it's worth
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David Charles Grusch, a 36-year-old veteran of the United States Air Force and intelligence agent for fourteen years, has made claims that the United States has been holding non-human-origin UFOs for decades in an attempt to exploit their technology. He initiated a whistleblower procedure after passing information to his superiors.
The interview was given a few hours after he broke his anonymity on a Monday. Grusch seemed careful with his words, as the subject matter is politically sensitive in the United States and requires cautious discussion.
Below are his translated statements from French to English:
Grusch: "Of course, I hesitated because I spent fourteen years within the American intelligence community. I always worked in the shadows and sometimes even undercover. Being a public figure, having my name disclosed, it's a nightmare. But I thought the public deserved to know certain facts. There are questions that humans have been asking for generations. If the United States and their allies hold elements of the answer, it seems wrong, ethically, to keep it a secret."
"For nearly ninety years, the United States and their allies have recovered fragments of objects and exotic objects, damaged or intact ships... The analyses carried out have proven that they were non-human objects, particularly those discovered ninety years ago. The programs I am talking about were dedicated to reverse engineering for military purposes. And unfortunately, that is the main use..."
"I wasn't sure of their non-human origin until I was briefed on the analysis carried out by the members of these programs on these recovered ships."
"The mechanical and experimental data shows that it's not human. It could be extraterrestrial or it could be something else, coming from other dimensions as described by quantum mechanics. I haven't seen enough data to say it's one thing over another. The American government must have more information."
"One of them [the ships] was recovered in Italy in 1933, it's the oldest case I was briefed on. I can't talk about the others."
"In 1933, a bell-shaped ship, about ten meters in size, was recovered in Magenta, in the north of Italy. It was kept by Mussolini's government until the agents of the Office of Strategic Services (OSS, an old American intelligence agency) retrieved it in 1944."
"Yes, there is always a chance that this could push other unfounded conspiracy theories. The irony is that this was once a conspiracy theory that turned out to be true."
"I've seen some very interesting things that I'm not allowed to publicly talk about for now. I don't have approval."
"A handful of American subcontractors are involved, some since the beginning, and have kept the secret. There has been no competition."
"The materials studied could have new properties in terms of conductivity, strength, etc. This could translate into advances for the climate or health."
"The main allies are the members of the Five Eyes alliance, so Canada, the United Kingdom, Australia, and New Zealand."
"I am still bound by my confidentiality agreement with the American government and I cannot discuss information that is still classified. I can therefore speak publicly, in general terms, but the details on the recoveries of material are very limited until they are declassified."
"They tried to take my security clearance, they made allegations of wrongdoing against me, things like that. To protect the ongoing investigation on my behalf, I can't give too much detail. I think in a few months, I will be able to."
"At one point, there were threats of that nature [against my life]."
"In such a situation, there is first a real risk in remaining anonymous because it is easy to discreetly attack someone who does not have public support. There is of course a risk in becoming a public figure, but it's worth
2023.06.07 18:09 Circuit_Deity De School Set Reports: 28/4 , 29/4, 5/5 and 3/6
Long overdue set reports! I promised one for Pariah’s set on 5/5 a while ago and never followed through - here they all are, spurned by my return to our favorite basement after a month abroad. Consider it a miracle that I recall enough to write this up 😵💫
Friday 28/4:
Arrived at around 2:30am, and stood in the no tickets line as always(I find it is usually shorter and quicker than getting a ticket). My favorite selector there(sassy, “let’s see those IDs loves!), and in within 10 minutes.
My roommate, partner and I first spent some time in the garden smoking and socializing, but quickly made our way down for Orphx, who were finishing up their set - a bit slower(134bpm?), hypnotic, great live set and loved watching those two work in unison. Nothing that got me into stampede mode but nice to hear a bit more of a classic Detroit sound in the basement.
UVB took over and things began to blur for us - the M my partner and I had taken earlier started to make itself known and we fell into the groovy trap UVB set for us. Dancing separately but as one, feeling like you’re the only person dancing in your own little black hole on the dance floor. Such a lovely feeling opening your eyes when the beat gets harder and seeing the crowd writhe together.
Around 6am I was helping a person clean up their bottle that fell from the front right bass boxes when a friend in their group(clad only in a full body harness, you were v hot btw) offered me a wet wipe as a return favor. His smile was so genuine and lovely, and the wet wipe revived me! Such a nice little moment on that dance floor, it’s these kind of moments I seek out on these nights 🖤
Refreshed and full of love, we kept dancing until close, UVB delivering a booming, relentless set without it getting tiring. Seeing DJs like him playing reminds one that certain people just have the ability to master a soundsystem - kick after kick without it getting mushy and boring.
A lovely closing and a nice bike ride home - first one for me this year where the weather was warm and beautiful. A little joint and lots of rest to close out my consciousness for the day.
Garmin watch step count: 48,512
Saturday 29/4:
Rested a little and brought my partner to Schiphol, attended a fun BBQ in Leiden, and then return to Amsterdam with an itch to dance again. UVB’s closing had left me unsatisfied and with a need for more untz untz.
Arrived again around 2am, same situation as the night before. Met an Irish couple in the line(I say couple tentatively as they claim they’d broken up a month before but were still all over each other), and gave them some leftover party favors before making an Irish exit(like a magical drug fairy).
Went downstairs to Ben Sims shepherding the floor into a raucous scene - wonderful crowd that evening, who were all letting go completely. I joined a group up front who I see often(tall femme person with leopard print hair, lingerie top to bottom, tall skinny masc with slicked back hair and 00’s style Oakleys - forgot your names if you guys are on here!), and danced danced danced.
Kerrie took over for Ben around 5 but I felt the groove wasn’t there; she played very hard, a bit too much, and the bass felt very muddled. The type of techno you’d get at Verknipt - fun to dance hard to for a little while, but unsustainable. Nonetheless, I stayed until closing, driven by some kind of stubborn determination to see the night out twice in one weekend.
On my way out, I saw the Irishman I’d met earlier, standing sadly by the bathroom entrances. He’d been shrugged off by his companion, and was distraught. Gave him a hug and a pep talk, and cycled home. A kind of melancholy reminder that not everyone has a good night.
Garmin watch step count: 24,337
Friday 5/5:
Was very ready for this one! Had felt soooo shit the previous week after my double header, so when I woke up Friday with the dance bug, I knew it was meant to happen. Enlisted my roommate/trusty dance partner to join me, and we arrived a bit early, 12:30am or so. Did so because I wanted to catch the tail end of Loek Frey, who I’ve become quite interested in, seeing some of his online sets.
He was playing a slow, hypnotic set, full of bleeps, bloops, and intertwined melodies. Great slow start in the basement - sound was good and I’d love to see him play a later slot in DS sometime! Just know he was holding back some banging because of the time slot.
After a toilet and smoke break my roommate and I decided to stay upstairs for Roi Perez’s set - what a lovely decision! It truly felt like a night at Pano where everyone is happy, celebrating, in unison. People waving and smiling at each other from across the room, Roi gleefully leading us into the morning. If you were there and you saw a tall, black haired man losing it on the raised podium, that was me. There was a moment went Roi transitioned into a song(ID unsure) with heavy gospel vocals, and the light person took the cue and suddenly the bright yellow spotlights flooded him with light from behind - a moment I’ll never forget. He appeared like some kind of angel of techno, delivering us to hedonism and salvation.
After he finished, with light peeking in the windows behind, my roommate and I thought about leaving on a good note and skipping the migration down to the basement - but we stayed, and I’m so glad we did.
Pariah was still in his first hour downstairs, keeping it easy and danceable, but not apocalyptic. However, this quickly changed. The last two hours downstairs were the most insane sonic experience I’ve never had the pleasure of witnessing. It was like what we had just experienced upstairs had gone to the dark side; a seething, undulating mass of noise that shouldn’t have been music but yet made us DANCE!
Pariah showed us what an absolute master of sound design he is - I felt like there were times he wasn’t even selecting a track, just isolating the perfect different waves and then slowly combining them into an overwhelming beat that drove the crowd crazy. So many moments that night when insanity broke out - cheering, stomping, arms all in the air. It was like he was playing a live set in the style of Stef M, but on CDJs. Unbelievable.
When the set ended, the crowd cried for more and he cried back “I’ve run out of tunes!” I saw more people come up to him after and thank him for the set than I’ve ever seen for another DJ there before(myself included). My best club night ever, by far.
Garmin step count: 47,718
Saturday 3/6
I’d said in a thread here that I was going the night before, but my roommate and I weren’t feeling it after roomie night with the others, so we saved our energy for Saturday.
Usual time of arrival, around 1:30am; walked right in - also the first time I’ve had one of the security guards make a comment about the stickers on my phone case(“Ik hoef t niet voor jou te uitleggen, hé?”). Felt good, haha.
Went straight downstairs right when DJ Shahmarab was handing off to Crystallmess - who demonstrated good DJ skills but I felt not a great connection with the dance floor. It seemed we were all eager to get into a dance trance, but they kept transitioning to very hip-hoppy edits and it was hard to get into a groove. An interesting style to hear in the DS basement, but not really my thing. Thusly my roommate and I spent a good part of this set socializing upstairs in the garden.
Went back down to catch Juliana Huxtable, and felt a similar style, but with more extended periods to dance - a bit more boomy and thumping with more classic techno elements. Danced until around 6:30 when our bodies told us it was time to head home!
Overall not as notable as the aforementioned nights, but still fun to be there on a quieter night, and I saw my friends(leopard print/oakleys) again!
Garmin step count: 38,970
Now really looking forward to SPFDJ this weekend and Het Weekend later this month!
Love to hear if any of you guys were also at these nights and have similar or contrasting experiences!
😘😘🖤
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Friday 28/4:
Arrived at around 2:30am, and stood in the no tickets line as always(I find it is usually shorter and quicker than getting a ticket). My favorite selector there(sassy, “let’s see those IDs loves!), and in within 10 minutes.
My roommate, partner and I first spent some time in the garden smoking and socializing, but quickly made our way down for Orphx, who were finishing up their set - a bit slower(134bpm?), hypnotic, great live set and loved watching those two work in unison. Nothing that got me into stampede mode but nice to hear a bit more of a classic Detroit sound in the basement.
UVB took over and things began to blur for us - the M my partner and I had taken earlier started to make itself known and we fell into the groovy trap UVB set for us. Dancing separately but as one, feeling like you’re the only person dancing in your own little black hole on the dance floor. Such a lovely feeling opening your eyes when the beat gets harder and seeing the crowd writhe together.
Around 6am I was helping a person clean up their bottle that fell from the front right bass boxes when a friend in their group(clad only in a full body harness, you were v hot btw) offered me a wet wipe as a return favor. His smile was so genuine and lovely, and the wet wipe revived me! Such a nice little moment on that dance floor, it’s these kind of moments I seek out on these nights 🖤
Refreshed and full of love, we kept dancing until close, UVB delivering a booming, relentless set without it getting tiring. Seeing DJs like him playing reminds one that certain people just have the ability to master a soundsystem - kick after kick without it getting mushy and boring.
A lovely closing and a nice bike ride home - first one for me this year where the weather was warm and beautiful. A little joint and lots of rest to close out my consciousness for the day.
Garmin watch step count: 48,512
Saturday 29/4:
Rested a little and brought my partner to Schiphol, attended a fun BBQ in Leiden, and then return to Amsterdam with an itch to dance again. UVB’s closing had left me unsatisfied and with a need for more untz untz.
Arrived again around 2am, same situation as the night before. Met an Irish couple in the line(I say couple tentatively as they claim they’d broken up a month before but were still all over each other), and gave them some leftover party favors before making an Irish exit(like a magical drug fairy).
Went downstairs to Ben Sims shepherding the floor into a raucous scene - wonderful crowd that evening, who were all letting go completely. I joined a group up front who I see often(tall femme person with leopard print hair, lingerie top to bottom, tall skinny masc with slicked back hair and 00’s style Oakleys - forgot your names if you guys are on here!), and danced danced danced.
Kerrie took over for Ben around 5 but I felt the groove wasn’t there; she played very hard, a bit too much, and the bass felt very muddled. The type of techno you’d get at Verknipt - fun to dance hard to for a little while, but unsustainable. Nonetheless, I stayed until closing, driven by some kind of stubborn determination to see the night out twice in one weekend.
On my way out, I saw the Irishman I’d met earlier, standing sadly by the bathroom entrances. He’d been shrugged off by his companion, and was distraught. Gave him a hug and a pep talk, and cycled home. A kind of melancholy reminder that not everyone has a good night.
Garmin watch step count: 24,337
Friday 5/5:
Was very ready for this one! Had felt soooo shit the previous week after my double header, so when I woke up Friday with the dance bug, I knew it was meant to happen. Enlisted my roommate/trusty dance partner to join me, and we arrived a bit early, 12:30am or so. Did so because I wanted to catch the tail end of Loek Frey, who I’ve become quite interested in, seeing some of his online sets.
He was playing a slow, hypnotic set, full of bleeps, bloops, and intertwined melodies. Great slow start in the basement - sound was good and I’d love to see him play a later slot in DS sometime! Just know he was holding back some banging because of the time slot.
After a toilet and smoke break my roommate and I decided to stay upstairs for Roi Perez’s set - what a lovely decision! It truly felt like a night at Pano where everyone is happy, celebrating, in unison. People waving and smiling at each other from across the room, Roi gleefully leading us into the morning. If you were there and you saw a tall, black haired man losing it on the raised podium, that was me. There was a moment went Roi transitioned into a song(ID unsure) with heavy gospel vocals, and the light person took the cue and suddenly the bright yellow spotlights flooded him with light from behind - a moment I’ll never forget. He appeared like some kind of angel of techno, delivering us to hedonism and salvation.
After he finished, with light peeking in the windows behind, my roommate and I thought about leaving on a good note and skipping the migration down to the basement - but we stayed, and I’m so glad we did.
Pariah was still in his first hour downstairs, keeping it easy and danceable, but not apocalyptic. However, this quickly changed. The last two hours downstairs were the most insane sonic experience I’ve never had the pleasure of witnessing. It was like what we had just experienced upstairs had gone to the dark side; a seething, undulating mass of noise that shouldn’t have been music but yet made us DANCE!
Pariah showed us what an absolute master of sound design he is - I felt like there were times he wasn’t even selecting a track, just isolating the perfect different waves and then slowly combining them into an overwhelming beat that drove the crowd crazy. So many moments that night when insanity broke out - cheering, stomping, arms all in the air. It was like he was playing a live set in the style of Stef M, but on CDJs. Unbelievable.
When the set ended, the crowd cried for more and he cried back “I’ve run out of tunes!” I saw more people come up to him after and thank him for the set than I’ve ever seen for another DJ there before(myself included). My best club night ever, by far.
Garmin step count: 47,718
Saturday 3/6
I’d said in a thread here that I was going the night before, but my roommate and I weren’t feeling it after roomie night with the others, so we saved our energy for Saturday.
Usual time of arrival, around 1:30am; walked right in - also the first time I’ve had one of the security guards make a comment about the stickers on my phone case(“Ik hoef t niet voor jou te uitleggen, hé?”). Felt good, haha.
Went straight downstairs right when DJ Shahmarab was handing off to Crystallmess - who demonstrated good DJ skills but I felt not a great connection with the dance floor. It seemed we were all eager to get into a dance trance, but they kept transitioning to very hip-hoppy edits and it was hard to get into a groove. An interesting style to hear in the DS basement, but not really my thing. Thusly my roommate and I spent a good part of this set socializing upstairs in the garden.
Went back down to catch Juliana Huxtable, and felt a similar style, but with more extended periods to dance - a bit more boomy and thumping with more classic techno elements. Danced until around 6:30 when our bodies told us it was time to head home!
Overall not as notable as the aforementioned nights, but still fun to be there on a quieter night, and I saw my friends(leopard print/oakleys) again!
Garmin step count: 38,970
Now really looking forward to SPFDJ this weekend and Het Weekend later this month!
Love to hear if any of you guys were also at these nights and have similar or contrasting experiences!
😘😘🖤
2023.06.07 18:09 sunsqshd Seeking app recommendations for budgeting and expense-tracking
I'm on the hunt for a new budgeting and expense-tracking app. I'm at a point where I don't need to be tracking every dollar I have, but I want to make sure I'm staying reasonably on track while meeting my savings goals and keeping money aside for upcoming expenses (e.g. not blowing all my money on bars one month when I have a quarterly utility bill the next).
I've loyally used Mint for years, but since the new interface (or since I started using Apple Pay regularly? Or switched to an AmEx card? Can't tell which) debuted, my longstanding rules almost never work, and I have to correct spelling and categorization for nearly all my expenses. This is tedious and makes the rest of it not worth it.
I'm also in a free trial of Simplifi which I like, but it has some fatal flaws which I'll explain in this post. Maybe I could be using it better.
I am mainly looking for:
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I've loyally used Mint for years, but since the new interface (or since I started using Apple Pay regularly? Or switched to an AmEx card? Can't tell which) debuted, my longstanding rules almost never work, and I have to correct spelling and categorization for nearly all my expenses. This is tedious and makes the rest of it not worth it.
I'm also in a free trial of Simplifi which I like, but it has some fatal flaws which I'll explain in this post. Maybe I could be using it better.
I am mainly looking for:
- Automatic aggregation of all my bank and credit card accounts in one place
- Sinking funds for big, irregular spending like Vacations or Car Maintenance
- It would be great if I could just assign a transaction to a separate budget outside my usual monthly one
- In the past I've set up these as Goals in Mint and then tagged the transactions with a tag that hid them from Budgets & Trends -- a little clunky but it works
- Haven't figured out a good way to handle these in Simplifi
- Rolling over of monthly budgets
- This is how I handle predictableish-but-not-exact spending like Pet Food, or quarterly/annual expenses
- Mint's budget rollovers work fine for this. Simplifi doesn't have this functionality I don't think, which baffles me.
2023.06.07 18:09 readergirl132 How to handle Guilt Trips?
Hi Y'all, new poster here and I'm over from JustNoMIL since this ongoing issue is nowhere near nuclear enough for that sub. I apologize for the length, apparently this has been simmering festering for too long and once I started I couldn't stop. Thank you for reading and the advice in advance!!
My husband (28m) and I (26f) have been married for just over a year, together for 6. All was fine and great while we were in college and actually wanted to escape our dorm rooms for homecooked meals and free laundry. Things were less fine during his first job when I was still in college, but since he was working telecom in the Midwest he could only go "home" for a couple of days every few months and no getting around it. Now we are both established in our professional careers, have a well appointed apartment with 3 cats, and happen to live 2 hours from his family.
All 5 of his much older siblings are screwed up in a variety of ways--one sis is scitzo, one sis is mentally 16 in a 40YO body, one bro tried all the drugs, etc.-- and only 2 are still living at home and working at WallyWrld (I like those 2 in small doses, they're kinda fun?), but with my husband being significantly younger than them he was essentially an only child with a bevy of free babysitters so I would classify my FIL (60) and MIL (65) as Empty-Nesters with non-contributive roommates. FIL is my absolute favorite, we have many common interests but can also sit in companionable silence for hours. MIL isn't baaaaaad per se, she has Endless Word Salad Disease along with Selective Hearing Disorder so she can have a conversation with a brick wall and she loves to push her point of view on people without actually listening to rebuttals/anecdotes/facts no matter how many reputable sources we give her.
With MIL having been a home-maker for the last 40 years and FIL approaching retirement, they have begun doing what retired people do: go on trips to places or putter around their garden (it's 5 acres). Not so much while we were engaged, but now with increasing frequency she is complaining that "we never get to see you anymore" and "we could really use your help with [landowner chore]" and "oh we're going to [x city multiple hours away] for the weekend, come with us!"
Nevermind the fact that we drive the 4 hr round trip to see them on average once a month while I only get to see my parents maybe every 3 to 5 months, we have chores and activities of our own to get done HERE while she's got 2 middle-age kids THERE, and that this year alone we have spent the last 16 weekends away from home for a plethora of reasons (fun and not) and I fu$&!ng miss my kitties. Plus we have the extra 2 hour drive time tacked on to wherever the hell they picked last minute. Every single time we visit I have to be bad guy and interrupt the 5th or 6th Southern Goodbye and we never get home before midnight.
AND SHE CALLS. DAILY. My Husband is excellent at not picking up if neither of us are in the mood, or if he does it's usually because he can't find a good podcast to listen to for chores, but when he does answer its a miracle to hang up in less than 45 minutes, and HE always has to be the one to end the conversation because the Southern Goodbye just gets worse without the subtle pressure of me physically standing there "hey the car is all packed, the leftovers are secured, my jacket and shoes are on and purse is in my hand we have to go"
THAT SAID
Sunday evening MIL called. We had just finished season 6 of Rick& Morty, so my husband picked up. We haven't been to their house in 3 months (praise!) and last time we saw physically saw them was at a Renaissance festival a month and a half ago (even better!). She regaled us about their weekend trip (to a German populated town with a reputation for excellent breweries despite the fact she is a teetotaler for lyfe), how the sibling are doing, how their cats are doing, what's happening around the "farm", her feelings about the most recent FOX News segments, the War on Ukraine, the Famine in Africa, the Drought in Australia, her thoughts on Velma (why god), and anything else she could think of for 2 hours without letting us get a word in edgewise or asking us anything about our lives. Peppered throughout and phrased in different ways at different lengths was the singular thought "why haven't you been to visit me recently?"
As I said before, they're basically retired and have oodles more free time, disposable income, and motivation for road trips than we do. I've never said it out loud to her face, but I really want to know... Why not come here if you're so desperate to revitalize your failed sonsband relationship? We are BUSY and have JOBS and FRIENDS THAT ARE ACTUALLY ALIVE.
I know all tricks. Info diet, grey rock, DARVO, all the good stuff and none of it works and I don't know why and I don't know what to do and both of us are tired of it. It will only get worse with a grandchild-- at least she stopped commenting about that when I started regaling her with stories of our sex life that made everyone uncomfortable except me cuz I was way too crossfaded to care anymore.
Nothing has occurred since, but I'd very much like to be prepared for Friday's inevitable phone call where I have to tell her NO or some variation. I swear even if that's the whole sentence she won't hear it.
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My husband (28m) and I (26f) have been married for just over a year, together for 6. All was fine and great while we were in college and actually wanted to escape our dorm rooms for homecooked meals and free laundry. Things were less fine during his first job when I was still in college, but since he was working telecom in the Midwest he could only go "home" for a couple of days every few months and no getting around it. Now we are both established in our professional careers, have a well appointed apartment with 3 cats, and happen to live 2 hours from his family.
All 5 of his much older siblings are screwed up in a variety of ways--one sis is scitzo, one sis is mentally 16 in a 40YO body, one bro tried all the drugs, etc.-- and only 2 are still living at home and working at WallyWrld (I like those 2 in small doses, they're kinda fun?), but with my husband being significantly younger than them he was essentially an only child with a bevy of free babysitters so I would classify my FIL (60) and MIL (65) as Empty-Nesters with non-contributive roommates. FIL is my absolute favorite, we have many common interests but can also sit in companionable silence for hours. MIL isn't baaaaaad per se, she has Endless Word Salad Disease along with Selective Hearing Disorder so she can have a conversation with a brick wall and she loves to push her point of view on people without actually listening to rebuttals/anecdotes/facts no matter how many reputable sources we give her.
With MIL having been a home-maker for the last 40 years and FIL approaching retirement, they have begun doing what retired people do: go on trips to places or putter around their garden (it's 5 acres). Not so much while we were engaged, but now with increasing frequency she is complaining that "we never get to see you anymore" and "we could really use your help with [landowner chore]" and "oh we're going to [x city multiple hours away] for the weekend, come with us!"
Nevermind the fact that we drive the 4 hr round trip to see them on average once a month while I only get to see my parents maybe every 3 to 5 months, we have chores and activities of our own to get done HERE while she's got 2 middle-age kids THERE, and that this year alone we have spent the last 16 weekends away from home for a plethora of reasons (fun and not) and I fu$&!ng miss my kitties. Plus we have the extra 2 hour drive time tacked on to wherever the hell they picked last minute. Every single time we visit I have to be bad guy and interrupt the 5th or 6th Southern Goodbye and we never get home before midnight.
AND SHE CALLS. DAILY. My Husband is excellent at not picking up if neither of us are in the mood, or if he does it's usually because he can't find a good podcast to listen to for chores, but when he does answer its a miracle to hang up in less than 45 minutes, and HE always has to be the one to end the conversation because the Southern Goodbye just gets worse without the subtle pressure of me physically standing there "hey the car is all packed, the leftovers are secured, my jacket and shoes are on and purse is in my hand we have to go"
THAT SAID
Sunday evening MIL called. We had just finished season 6 of Rick& Morty, so my husband picked up. We haven't been to their house in 3 months (praise!) and last time we saw physically saw them was at a Renaissance festival a month and a half ago (even better!). She regaled us about their weekend trip (to a German populated town with a reputation for excellent breweries despite the fact she is a teetotaler for lyfe), how the sibling are doing, how their cats are doing, what's happening around the "farm", her feelings about the most recent FOX News segments, the War on Ukraine, the Famine in Africa, the Drought in Australia, her thoughts on Velma (why god), and anything else she could think of for 2 hours without letting us get a word in edgewise or asking us anything about our lives. Peppered throughout and phrased in different ways at different lengths was the singular thought "why haven't you been to visit me recently?"
As I said before, they're basically retired and have oodles more free time, disposable income, and motivation for road trips than we do. I've never said it out loud to her face, but I really want to know... Why not come here if you're so desperate to revitalize your failed sonsband relationship? We are BUSY and have JOBS and FRIENDS THAT ARE ACTUALLY ALIVE.
I know all tricks. Info diet, grey rock, DARVO, all the good stuff and none of it works and I don't know why and I don't know what to do and both of us are tired of it. It will only get worse with a grandchild-- at least she stopped commenting about that when I started regaling her with stories of our sex life that made everyone uncomfortable except me cuz I was way too crossfaded to care anymore.
Nothing has occurred since, but I'd very much like to be prepared for Friday's inevitable phone call where I have to tell her NO or some variation. I swear even if that's the whole sentence she won't hear it.
2023.06.07 18:09 GordonMcG13 Club refused cctv request under data protection laws
Hi all I'm in Scotland and posting again because last time I was sent a link to the ICO page which I have already looked at.
A few days ago I made a request for cctv footage of an incident in which I believe I was unfairly handled by staff in a club I was at.
This request was denied as they say that the only people that can access this footage in any way is the police during an investigation (as other wise is a breach of the same law that let's me request?) however it is my understanding that this is in opposition to what is said on the ICO website and the gov.uk site regarding this matter.
Any advice on the matter would be greatly appreciated, thank you.
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A few days ago I made a request for cctv footage of an incident in which I believe I was unfairly handled by staff in a club I was at.
This request was denied as they say that the only people that can access this footage in any way is the police during an investigation (as other wise is a breach of the same law that let's me request?) however it is my understanding that this is in opposition to what is said on the ICO website and the gov.uk site regarding this matter.
Any advice on the matter would be greatly appreciated, thank you.
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2023.06.07 18:09 StrawberryCobblers Off my chest - the brighter side of life
 | Can I tell you why I stopped contacting my mother? I would be interested in hearing from anyone in the same situation. submitted by StrawberryCobblers to EstrangedAdultChild [link] [comments] I was born to student parents and apparently I was a planned baby (don’t ask). My parents lived with my grandparents at the time and, as a result, had a lot of help with childcare. Living in a house full of people has its perks - there was always someone available to babysit or help out. In retrospect, I think my mother was a very unhappy mother. When I was a baby, I know she used to bash my head against the doorway not intentionally but through sheer carelessness until my grandparents had a massive go at her for this. As I got older, we never had any days out, I only ever trailed along when she was running errands. I was hit a lot which, on the one hand, you could say was somewhat normalised at the time but, on the other, the frenzied nature of her attacks on me went way beyond chastisement. For example, I was allowed to roam the area where we lived with my peers when I was just 3 years old. On one such occasion, we went to the local beach and lost track of time (apparently 3-year-olds are not the best at timekeeping). When I got back, my mother took me to the garden where she proceeded to lacerate my legs with a huge spiky rose twig for being irresponsible. On another occasion, I was in the vicinity of our house but didn’t notice the darkness descending and stayed out playing with others in the playground. I then saw my mother approaching wearing a purple floral dress, and I was squinting trying to see if she had anything in her hand. As she got closer, I made out a stick with which he hit me for staying out late. Another example is my mother dropping me off to nursery on the way to work. I said something to her and unfortunately I cannot remember what it was but it warranted a smack in the face which caused violent bleeding from the nose. I was very upset and shocked at all the blood however my mother thrust her handkerchief at me saying “for Christ’s sake, stop being such a drama queen!!!” I was told I had a type of nose which would bleed from the slightest squeeze and I believed my nose to be special in that way up until now, so for quarter of a century. It is also interesting to note that, whilst according to my mother she’s done nothing wrong but raise me like every other parent, all of this was kept in secret from my grandparents albeit of course they must have known about it to an extent. At the age of 5, my parents moved out and my life was turned into hell. The physical attacks included beating me on my forearms with a metal stick as I was shielding my head, for taunting my brother verbally until my brother took pity on me and intervened. I believe my parents’ marriage was deteriorating steadily over the years and in the process my mother became more and more bitter and furious at me. At one point, when I was about 10, my mother beat me (very normal, practically a daily occurrence) and then proceeded to strangle me. She kept squeezing my neck and digging her nails in. It was painful. I don’t know how it ended/whether she let go or somebody stopped her, but I caught a bus and went to live with my grandparents. That lasted a week, she was made to apologise to me and I was returned. Time was moving forward relentlessly and I was growing up. My hair grew long, I made a really good friend and was academically gifted. She was absolutely furious. Mental attacks intensified at this point and became a notable part of the abuse. I was told I was an embarrassment, my skin was disgusting, I had to wear a mask not to repulse people (I dabbed with makeup), my breath stank, no boy would ever touch me (I wasn’t interested in romance until much later), my hair was greasy and revolting. She absolutely hated the idea of me having it easier than she did at my age (she was sexually motivated from a much younger age than me which led to underage sex with creeps, and generally experienced a lot of insecurity in life). When I was 18, she started having online relationships whilst still being married. The relationships involved a lot of full on sexual interactions. One day, sitting in the kitchen, I said I think you should get a divorce because otherwise it’s almost like cheating. She said nothing. 5 minutes later I was in my room when she burst in saying “so I am cheating yeah?” There was no time to answer before a quick succession of blows to the head with a hairbrush landed on me. She pulled my hair in different directions with her hands and scratched my face with the nails. She then dropped me and destroyed every bit of furniture in my room by kicking it with her legs (she knew I had made a lot of effort with my room expecting someone I was seeing to visit). She weighed about 240lbs, I was just under half of that. I stood no chance. On the subject of weight, she regularly told me I need to lose weight because my arms are getting huge and no one would ever be interested in me (I had to ensure that someone would be interested in me at all times). I was late for work because of this attack and turned up with my face bruised and crying, however the boss wasn’t in so again this goes unnoticed albeit at this point I was prepared to tell the police as I was 18. I left home at 18 and moved 2k miles away. My parents divorced. I was never ever helped out in the sense of financial or any other kind of support parents usually offer their children. My mother though always said I should be helping her out and sending her money and I am not which is disgraceful. Eventually, coming up to the present times, she found someone interested in her. He was in prison for undisclosed reasons for years and she waited for him. We were in contact during this time, mainly my mother venting at me about work and sometimes sounding interested in my life. Her beloved got out of prison and arrived at her address, she clung on to him like he was her lifeline and has been fully housing and supporting him ever since. She said she’d never loved until now. He is her new family, her everything. Etc. etc. Our contact diminished to embarrassing levels. I would send her a message and she would take 3 days to open it, then respond in one line clearly having skimmed through what I said. I started to feel used because she’d keep me up at night talking on the phone before the love of her life arrived. My mental health started declining and my productivity plummeted. Long story short, I told her I won’t be waiting for crumbs of attention anymore and blocked her. Time has passed. I am doing really well. I feel at peace with myself and I cannot believe the amount of abuse I have been through. I think I really dislike my mother objectively. If she hated motherhood so much, she could have left — anything would have been better than psycho attacks she subjected me to. She could have seriously injured me, even killed me. Life is so much brighter without her darkness. It has taken me a long time to write my story, having listened to all of yours for a long time. Thank you everyone for sharing and empowering others to protect their interests. |
2023.06.07 18:08 KamchatkasRevenge Out of Cruel Space Side Story: Of Dog, Volpir, and Man - Ch 223
Sir David
The inner shrine building of the Imperial War Shrine is more subdued than the memorial garden and mausoleum outside to a degree. Made of the same sandstone color material as much of the rest of the Imperial city's older buildings, it's nonetheless a bit darker in tone, the lighting subdued to help with those who seek quiet contemplation of the various artifacts of legendary heroines within. It was a working shrine after all, first and foremost.
The first floor had a long hallway with a rich Imperial purple rug down the center over what appeared to be polished marble. The long hallway naturally leads the body and the eye straight to a pair of sumptuous doors made of lacquered wood. The actual sacred space was through there, and was strictly off limits outside of very specific ceremonies. That wasn't just for guests, but even the Wardens couldn't enter the realm of the divine without cause, and preferably a priestess as escort. Branching off from those hallways were various rooms for contemplation, prayer... and the occasional cell for ritual self purification.
Miri'Tok gestures through one doorway even as the Wardens continue to head up the passage. "Nar'Jan, I'm going to give our guests the grand tour. We'll meet you in the Ward Room in a bit."
Nar'Jan raises a hand in acknowledgement without looking back. "As you will it, I suppose no one knows your own ancestor's history better than you do, and you're here more often than some of the Wardens when you're on planet. I'll send one of the girls to fetch you when the police show up and ask for statements."
"Just have them bring me. No need to complicate things. Two tourists were assaulted. They defended themselves and I intervened."
"Aye aye ma'am. Best to avoid stirring up the diplomats."
The room that Miri'Tok lead them into was a different... tone in some respects. The room was cooler in temperature, and the lighting down to a bare minimum. Ten sarcophagi layed out in two rows on a marble floor, the wooden flooring ending at the doorway. Each warrior had been laid with their head towards the wall with an aisle down the middle, a crimson carpet leading to a final pair of sarcophagi, laid side by side. At the foot of each statue was a weapon rack, each displaying a gleaming, lovingly maintained weapon.
There was a relief of the warrior within carved into the stone of each sarcophagi with the same loving detail as the statues outside. The color palette of the room was shifted somewhat by the torches that burned quietly over each sarcophagus, the flames adding depth and shadow to the lifelike, cheery faces. There was no sadness or solemnness in the faces of the dead here, but a lively good humor that seemed to lift the spirits, even in a place devoted to the dead.
Eleven flames filled the room, for twelve sarcophagi. A few of the flames were blue, but the majority were green, save for the last. One torch burned between the final two sarcophagi at the far end of the room, and that flame burned white with a heat that David swears he can feel from the entrance of the room.
"The legends tell us..." Miri'Tok begins, "That these torches were lit from the dying embers of my noble ancestors and their companions as they passed away. This was not the first memorial or mausoleum for them you see, originally they were buried in the Imperial mausoleum itself, deep beneath the palace. A few millennia back, the then Empress decided her own spiritual ancestor's most faithful warrior, as the current Imperial family had recently seized power shortly before, deserved her own crypt of high standing, that people might be able to visit and pay tribute. This was also concurrent with the founding of the modern institution of the Imperial military. The Empress then, as now, believes in holding up heroes to the people, and telling their stories, but most especially to their warriors. Telling stories of great deeds, both our own, and our ancestors, inspires and warms the heart of the warrior, and encourages others in their own acts of valor and courage. I have had the blessing to travel the galaxy and work with other military forces. I am aware this tradition is... old, by many standards, perhaps even barbaric, but it is our way."
Sir David shakes his head as he steps deeper into the room. "Hardly barbaric when it's a common heritage of all soldiers Miri'Tok. People just call it different things or describe it in different ways when they feel themselves as having become more 'civilized', whatever that might mean. Such things remain however, no matter how they're dressed up and ritualized. The stories of those who came before us, the legacy of our ancestors, by blood or by spiritual bonds of kinhood from serving in the same unit, and our own tales, be they of survival, victory, or simply trouble one finds on shore leave still remain, and are still told, in much the same way as they have always been. I have seen this time and again in every professional military on my homeworld, and repeated in every soldier I have met off of Earth. For all our differences, in how we fight, why we fight... we aren't so different in the end."
Miri'Tok nods solemnly before leading David and Ariane forward. "Please allow me the honor of introducing you to my ancestors, Mira'Tok and her beloved husband, the sorcerer Dus'Kvun. Long is their shadow over our family, for so great is their example, that many are the battle princesses that have followed... and per Dus'Kvun's own request, no sorcerers. Not one. We treat our menfolk quite differently than many Apuk because of his example. One would think other families would learn from their own sorcerous ancestors, but oft forgotten are the lessons of the past, as we said in the garden just a short while ago."
"You almost speak about Mira'Tok as if she was alive... and honestly with these carvings I'm half expecting her to sit up and speak now."
Ariane near whispers reverently, seemingly resisting either taking photos or perhaps more likely for the studious Agela, taking notes.
David lets his eyes play across the stone relief carved into the top of Mira'Tok's sarcophagus. It really was remarkably life-like, the brightness of her smile seemingly gleaming in the low light of the room... even as the stone eyes of Dus'Kvun whispered of blood and fury... with just a hint of good humor that seemingly would have complimented his bride in life.
"They are remarkably lifelike, were these carved when the shrine was built?" David asks.
Miri'Tok shakes her head. "No, these are original, carved shortly after their deaths. The statues outside were carved based on the reliefs by a descendant of the original sculptor."
"How did they die?" Ariane asks, clearly enamored with the story, practically leaning in to catch Miri'Tok's every word.
Miri'Tok sighs in a way that was somewhere between wistful and mournful. "Mira'Tok and Dus'Kvun died in each other's arms of old age per the family's story, choosing to go to the dead lands together even as they were together in life. The other heroines... Some died on campaign, but most died as old women, shortly after my ancestor passed away, seemingly following their leader and sister wife until the very end. As a mark of respect for the sisterhood they shared, their nine lines were fully brought into the Tok clan, as if they had truly been clutch sisters at birth, instead of just sisters of steel and marriage bonds."
Ariane steps around a bit, looking at the sarcophagus from another angle. "I'm surprised I haven't seen her story in a book somewhere."
"We have zealously guarded my ancestor's story. It is mostly in history books, though I have been negotiating on behalf of my family with... a close associate in hope of arranging for her to lend her talents to bring the story in to a more casual format to modern people, that Mira'Tok might not be forgotten."
All of the sudden something clicks in Sir David's head. Something was missing. "Ah. That's interesting. The other women, Mira'Tok's companions, are laid to rest with their weapons, but the blade of Mira'Tok, the one from the statue, isn't here."
Miri'Tok brightens up. "Ah yes, it's not here. It's in another room. It's where I was before coming out to find you squaring off with those thugs as it happens. It's where I spend much of my time in the shrine. Please, follow me."
Miri bows deeply to the remains of her ancestors, her reverence for Mira'Tok and Dus'Kvun evident in her every movement before leading Ariane and David back into the corridor. A bit further up the hall towards the shrine a hallway splits off to the left and Miri leads them past several rooms.
"This is part reliquary, part museum, and part shrine for contemplation and meditation. The historical artifacts are just that, relics of our history, but they also hold great spiritual value."
A bit further down the hall, Miri'Tok shows them into the second to last room in the corridor, where three gleaming weapons wait for them. The war blade of Mira'Tok is perhaps the one part of her statue that doesn't do her justice. The glittering weapon was massive. Like Jaruna's own massive warsword but a masterpiece for a master swordswoman instead of a brutal piece of steel for the brutal work of killing like Jaruna's weapon. David notes that a fair bit of embellishment has been added to the weapon, embellishment that was lacking in its smaller sister blade.
The slightly smaller Apuk war blade was a dark, black, shiny metal that David didn't recognize, and had a bit thinner of a profile than the more meaty Apuk war blades. It had a hefty guard that looked excellent for striking and blocking, and a hook on the back edge of the blade that could pull or cut armor straps and the like in skilled hands. It was a brawler's weapon, easily as suited to Mira'Tok from her build and smile as the massive war blade above it. The embellishment on this weapon was less pronounced, but looking closely revealed a few gem stones worked into the guard and overall masterful craftsmanship.
Next to them, displayed vertically, was what at first blush was a very plain, simple war sword with a shape similar to the smaller of Mira'Tok's two weapons... until David looked closer and saw the vines that wrapped around the haft and into the guard. Vines that were alive even now.
David straightens up and gestures to the third weapon.
"The sword of Dus'Kvun I presume."
"Good eye. It's name is Flamedrinker." Miri'Tok nods approvingly. "Heh. Really as serious as I try to be while at the shrine, I have fond childhood memories of the great sword in particular. It was named Sunflame after Mira'Tok's passing. The smaller blade is Night's Edge. I built a replica of Sunflame as a girl and even tried to fight with it! No matter how much strength I put into it, I couldn't, I received a vicious defeat at the hands of one of my elder sisters, and a moral lesson all the same. I-"
"Ahem."
A polite cough from the door draws everyone's eyes to one of the purple clad Wardens who salutes cleanly.
"Ma'am, the city police are waiting for your statement."
Miri'Tok nods. "Then I'll leave you both here for a moment if that's all right? Ariane? Sir David?"
David waves her off. "Just David please, we're all friends here."
Ariane nods. "We'll be fine. I want a better look at these gorgeous swords!"
Miri'Tok departs with a bow, the Warden falling in behind her, leaving David and Ariane alone.
The mood in the room drops a few degrees, Ariane's face a bit downcast as she turns towards David more fully, her large, fluffy ears drooping like a sad puppy.
"...Why did you send me away? I'm your wife. Or soon to be your wife. Or something."
First Last
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The inner shrine building of the Imperial War Shrine is more subdued than the memorial garden and mausoleum outside to a degree. Made of the same sandstone color material as much of the rest of the Imperial city's older buildings, it's nonetheless a bit darker in tone, the lighting subdued to help with those who seek quiet contemplation of the various artifacts of legendary heroines within. It was a working shrine after all, first and foremost.
The first floor had a long hallway with a rich Imperial purple rug down the center over what appeared to be polished marble. The long hallway naturally leads the body and the eye straight to a pair of sumptuous doors made of lacquered wood. The actual sacred space was through there, and was strictly off limits outside of very specific ceremonies. That wasn't just for guests, but even the Wardens couldn't enter the realm of the divine without cause, and preferably a priestess as escort. Branching off from those hallways were various rooms for contemplation, prayer... and the occasional cell for ritual self purification.
Miri'Tok gestures through one doorway even as the Wardens continue to head up the passage. "Nar'Jan, I'm going to give our guests the grand tour. We'll meet you in the Ward Room in a bit."
Nar'Jan raises a hand in acknowledgement without looking back. "As you will it, I suppose no one knows your own ancestor's history better than you do, and you're here more often than some of the Wardens when you're on planet. I'll send one of the girls to fetch you when the police show up and ask for statements."
"Just have them bring me. No need to complicate things. Two tourists were assaulted. They defended themselves and I intervened."
"Aye aye ma'am. Best to avoid stirring up the diplomats."
The room that Miri'Tok lead them into was a different... tone in some respects. The room was cooler in temperature, and the lighting down to a bare minimum. Ten sarcophagi layed out in two rows on a marble floor, the wooden flooring ending at the doorway. Each warrior had been laid with their head towards the wall with an aisle down the middle, a crimson carpet leading to a final pair of sarcophagi, laid side by side. At the foot of each statue was a weapon rack, each displaying a gleaming, lovingly maintained weapon.
There was a relief of the warrior within carved into the stone of each sarcophagi with the same loving detail as the statues outside. The color palette of the room was shifted somewhat by the torches that burned quietly over each sarcophagus, the flames adding depth and shadow to the lifelike, cheery faces. There was no sadness or solemnness in the faces of the dead here, but a lively good humor that seemed to lift the spirits, even in a place devoted to the dead.
Eleven flames filled the room, for twelve sarcophagi. A few of the flames were blue, but the majority were green, save for the last. One torch burned between the final two sarcophagi at the far end of the room, and that flame burned white with a heat that David swears he can feel from the entrance of the room.
"The legends tell us..." Miri'Tok begins, "That these torches were lit from the dying embers of my noble ancestors and their companions as they passed away. This was not the first memorial or mausoleum for them you see, originally they were buried in the Imperial mausoleum itself, deep beneath the palace. A few millennia back, the then Empress decided her own spiritual ancestor's most faithful warrior, as the current Imperial family had recently seized power shortly before, deserved her own crypt of high standing, that people might be able to visit and pay tribute. This was also concurrent with the founding of the modern institution of the Imperial military. The Empress then, as now, believes in holding up heroes to the people, and telling their stories, but most especially to their warriors. Telling stories of great deeds, both our own, and our ancestors, inspires and warms the heart of the warrior, and encourages others in their own acts of valor and courage. I have had the blessing to travel the galaxy and work with other military forces. I am aware this tradition is... old, by many standards, perhaps even barbaric, but it is our way."
Sir David shakes his head as he steps deeper into the room. "Hardly barbaric when it's a common heritage of all soldiers Miri'Tok. People just call it different things or describe it in different ways when they feel themselves as having become more 'civilized', whatever that might mean. Such things remain however, no matter how they're dressed up and ritualized. The stories of those who came before us, the legacy of our ancestors, by blood or by spiritual bonds of kinhood from serving in the same unit, and our own tales, be they of survival, victory, or simply trouble one finds on shore leave still remain, and are still told, in much the same way as they have always been. I have seen this time and again in every professional military on my homeworld, and repeated in every soldier I have met off of Earth. For all our differences, in how we fight, why we fight... we aren't so different in the end."
Miri'Tok nods solemnly before leading David and Ariane forward. "Please allow me the honor of introducing you to my ancestors, Mira'Tok and her beloved husband, the sorcerer Dus'Kvun. Long is their shadow over our family, for so great is their example, that many are the battle princesses that have followed... and per Dus'Kvun's own request, no sorcerers. Not one. We treat our menfolk quite differently than many Apuk because of his example. One would think other families would learn from their own sorcerous ancestors, but oft forgotten are the lessons of the past, as we said in the garden just a short while ago."
"You almost speak about Mira'Tok as if she was alive... and honestly with these carvings I'm half expecting her to sit up and speak now."
Ariane near whispers reverently, seemingly resisting either taking photos or perhaps more likely for the studious Agela, taking notes.
David lets his eyes play across the stone relief carved into the top of Mira'Tok's sarcophagus. It really was remarkably life-like, the brightness of her smile seemingly gleaming in the low light of the room... even as the stone eyes of Dus'Kvun whispered of blood and fury... with just a hint of good humor that seemingly would have complimented his bride in life.
"They are remarkably lifelike, were these carved when the shrine was built?" David asks.
Miri'Tok shakes her head. "No, these are original, carved shortly after their deaths. The statues outside were carved based on the reliefs by a descendant of the original sculptor."
"How did they die?" Ariane asks, clearly enamored with the story, practically leaning in to catch Miri'Tok's every word.
Miri'Tok sighs in a way that was somewhere between wistful and mournful. "Mira'Tok and Dus'Kvun died in each other's arms of old age per the family's story, choosing to go to the dead lands together even as they were together in life. The other heroines... Some died on campaign, but most died as old women, shortly after my ancestor passed away, seemingly following their leader and sister wife until the very end. As a mark of respect for the sisterhood they shared, their nine lines were fully brought into the Tok clan, as if they had truly been clutch sisters at birth, instead of just sisters of steel and marriage bonds."
Ariane steps around a bit, looking at the sarcophagus from another angle. "I'm surprised I haven't seen her story in a book somewhere."
"We have zealously guarded my ancestor's story. It is mostly in history books, though I have been negotiating on behalf of my family with... a close associate in hope of arranging for her to lend her talents to bring the story in to a more casual format to modern people, that Mira'Tok might not be forgotten."
All of the sudden something clicks in Sir David's head. Something was missing. "Ah. That's interesting. The other women, Mira'Tok's companions, are laid to rest with their weapons, but the blade of Mira'Tok, the one from the statue, isn't here."
Miri'Tok brightens up. "Ah yes, it's not here. It's in another room. It's where I was before coming out to find you squaring off with those thugs as it happens. It's where I spend much of my time in the shrine. Please, follow me."
Miri bows deeply to the remains of her ancestors, her reverence for Mira'Tok and Dus'Kvun evident in her every movement before leading Ariane and David back into the corridor. A bit further up the hall towards the shrine a hallway splits off to the left and Miri leads them past several rooms.
"This is part reliquary, part museum, and part shrine for contemplation and meditation. The historical artifacts are just that, relics of our history, but they also hold great spiritual value."
A bit further down the hall, Miri'Tok shows them into the second to last room in the corridor, where three gleaming weapons wait for them. The war blade of Mira'Tok is perhaps the one part of her statue that doesn't do her justice. The glittering weapon was massive. Like Jaruna's own massive warsword but a masterpiece for a master swordswoman instead of a brutal piece of steel for the brutal work of killing like Jaruna's weapon. David notes that a fair bit of embellishment has been added to the weapon, embellishment that was lacking in its smaller sister blade.
The slightly smaller Apuk war blade was a dark, black, shiny metal that David didn't recognize, and had a bit thinner of a profile than the more meaty Apuk war blades. It had a hefty guard that looked excellent for striking and blocking, and a hook on the back edge of the blade that could pull or cut armor straps and the like in skilled hands. It was a brawler's weapon, easily as suited to Mira'Tok from her build and smile as the massive war blade above it. The embellishment on this weapon was less pronounced, but looking closely revealed a few gem stones worked into the guard and overall masterful craftsmanship.
Next to them, displayed vertically, was what at first blush was a very plain, simple war sword with a shape similar to the smaller of Mira'Tok's two weapons... until David looked closer and saw the vines that wrapped around the haft and into the guard. Vines that were alive even now.
David straightens up and gestures to the third weapon.
"The sword of Dus'Kvun I presume."
"Good eye. It's name is Flamedrinker." Miri'Tok nods approvingly. "Heh. Really as serious as I try to be while at the shrine, I have fond childhood memories of the great sword in particular. It was named Sunflame after Mira'Tok's passing. The smaller blade is Night's Edge. I built a replica of Sunflame as a girl and even tried to fight with it! No matter how much strength I put into it, I couldn't, I received a vicious defeat at the hands of one of my elder sisters, and a moral lesson all the same. I-"
"Ahem."
A polite cough from the door draws everyone's eyes to one of the purple clad Wardens who salutes cleanly.
"Ma'am, the city police are waiting for your statement."
Miri'Tok nods. "Then I'll leave you both here for a moment if that's all right? Ariane? Sir David?"
David waves her off. "Just David please, we're all friends here."
Ariane nods. "We'll be fine. I want a better look at these gorgeous swords!"
Miri'Tok departs with a bow, the Warden falling in behind her, leaving David and Ariane alone.
The mood in the room drops a few degrees, Ariane's face a bit downcast as she turns towards David more fully, her large, fluffy ears drooping like a sad puppy.
"...Why did you send me away? I'm your wife. Or soon to be your wife. Or something."
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2023.06.07 18:07 Pacho2020 Why did Cere...
...try such a big easily countered move?
She should've known from her image training (me dying repeatedly) that big moves won't work against him.
We had figured out exactly what would work. We had him...and then she takes over and tries to come off the top rope! She just had to add some spice to it.
She should've thrown her lightsaber at him, thrown books at him like he did to her, pull the other archive cases down on him...go find a blaster from one of the dead Stormtroopers in the hangar...anything but getting up close and personal to finish him off.
He was damn near one shotting us the whole battle. Getting anywhere near him was clearly NOT optimal.
After seeing the scene a couple of times, I finally reached the point where I could analyze it somewhat objectively.
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She should've known from her image training (me dying repeatedly) that big moves won't work against him.
We had figured out exactly what would work. We had him...and then she takes over and tries to come off the top rope! She just had to add some spice to it.
She should've thrown her lightsaber at him, thrown books at him like he did to her, pull the other archive cases down on him...go find a blaster from one of the dead Stormtroopers in the hangar...anything but getting up close and personal to finish him off.
He was damn near one shotting us the whole battle. Getting anywhere near him was clearly NOT optimal.
After seeing the scene a couple of times, I finally reached the point where I could analyze it somewhat objectively.
2023.06.07 18:07 LoveLadyThirteen What’s causing my migraines? I’m not even sure what I’m asking here. Looking for support.
(Sorry for formatting- writing from my phone)
35 F
Daily headaches- both tension and migraines
Dx with chronic migraines
Had a baby in 2010
First migraine in early 2011
Topamax since 2016
Total hysterectomy 2018 (still have ovaries)
Tried nearly all abortive meds
Nuvaring, BC patch, Yaz
Botox since early 2021. Started at 80 units, upped to 100, now at 155 (max allowed) as of yesterday.
No history of migraines in family.
Insurance: Kaiser (ugh)
I’m at my wit’s end. My husband, bless his heart, is tired of seeing his wife as a zombie.
I saw my neurologist yesterday. I asked to be taken off Topamax (thanks to lurking in this sub) and to be put on Qulipta. She declined and said it’s either Qulipta or Botox- Kaiser isn’t allowed to do both. Since I respond well to Botox, she suggested we continue with the Botox and taper off the Topamax, although I’m terrified to be taken off any preventatives, even Topamax, because I suffer from daily headaches and I don’t want that to get even worse. She was pretty unhelpful when I asked about alternative treatments or reasoning behind my migraines. I’m finally getting an MRI next week (which was supposed to be step one before starting any migraine treatment- an oversight on her part). She suggested I make an appointment with my GP/ PCP if I want to talk about hormones or any other underlying factors that may be setting off my migraines.
So… I have an appt tomorrow morning with a GP. Kaiser doesn’t test hormones as they fluctuate so much throughout the day it’s just impossible to measure them, which I understand. I’m wondering if I should still ask for a Qulipta Rx and just fill it outside of Kaiser so I can be done with Topamax altogether.
My husband is fed up with dr’s giving me the run around. He doesn’t understand that there’s really no black/ white reason for the cause of migraines. I think my migraines were really set off by my hormones fluctuating after giving birth, then the hysterectomy, and now approaching peri-menopause, however he doesn’t want “speculations”. He wants a doctor to pinpoint exactly where it happened in my history. He’s tired of seeing me in pain, which I appreciate and understand, but he can’t accept the fact that dr’s really can’t do that. That’s not how migraines work.
Anyway, I guess I’m here to just ask the crowd your thoughts. If you were in my shoes and restricted by Kaiser’s rules, would you still try and fight for Qulipta? Based on my history, would you say it’s reasonable to assume my migraines were triggered by hormone fluctuations? Is there anything I should be doing or asking the GP tomorrow? Thanks for listening to me ramble.
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35 F
Daily headaches- both tension and migraines
Dx with chronic migraines
Had a baby in 2010
First migraine in early 2011
Topamax since 2016
Total hysterectomy 2018 (still have ovaries)
Tried nearly all abortive meds
Nuvaring, BC patch, Yaz
Botox since early 2021. Started at 80 units, upped to 100, now at 155 (max allowed) as of yesterday.
No history of migraines in family.
Insurance: Kaiser (ugh)
I’m at my wit’s end. My husband, bless his heart, is tired of seeing his wife as a zombie.
I saw my neurologist yesterday. I asked to be taken off Topamax (thanks to lurking in this sub) and to be put on Qulipta. She declined and said it’s either Qulipta or Botox- Kaiser isn’t allowed to do both. Since I respond well to Botox, she suggested we continue with the Botox and taper off the Topamax, although I’m terrified to be taken off any preventatives, even Topamax, because I suffer from daily headaches and I don’t want that to get even worse. She was pretty unhelpful when I asked about alternative treatments or reasoning behind my migraines. I’m finally getting an MRI next week (which was supposed to be step one before starting any migraine treatment- an oversight on her part). She suggested I make an appointment with my GP/ PCP if I want to talk about hormones or any other underlying factors that may be setting off my migraines.
So… I have an appt tomorrow morning with a GP. Kaiser doesn’t test hormones as they fluctuate so much throughout the day it’s just impossible to measure them, which I understand. I’m wondering if I should still ask for a Qulipta Rx and just fill it outside of Kaiser so I can be done with Topamax altogether.
My husband is fed up with dr’s giving me the run around. He doesn’t understand that there’s really no black/ white reason for the cause of migraines. I think my migraines were really set off by my hormones fluctuating after giving birth, then the hysterectomy, and now approaching peri-menopause, however he doesn’t want “speculations”. He wants a doctor to pinpoint exactly where it happened in my history. He’s tired of seeing me in pain, which I appreciate and understand, but he can’t accept the fact that dr’s really can’t do that. That’s not how migraines work.
Anyway, I guess I’m here to just ask the crowd your thoughts. If you were in my shoes and restricted by Kaiser’s rules, would you still try and fight for Qulipta? Based on my history, would you say it’s reasonable to assume my migraines were triggered by hormone fluctuations? Is there anything I should be doing or asking the GP tomorrow? Thanks for listening to me ramble.
2023.06.07 18:07 mrizzo10 Golfing in wildfire smoke
Are you guys cancelling tee times for air quality? I’m near NYC and have been in a smoky haze for 2 days. Really looking forward to a round on Friday. Am I crazy for golfing in this? Does an N95 make me immune to this shit?
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2023.06.07 18:07 taleasoldastime96 A couple of questions about a trip to Oahu
Hey everyone! My husband and I have been talking about going to Hawaii for the first time for quite a while, and we’ve finally decided to make it happen in February of 2025. We want to give ourselves plenty of time to save so that we can make it a once in a lifetime experience!
Obviously this is a long way away, but Im super excited so I’ve already started planning. We’ll be on Oahu for 8 nights and 7 days. I have a few questions!
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Obviously this is a long way away, but Im super excited so I’ve already started planning. We’ll be on Oahu for 8 nights and 7 days. I have a few questions!
- My husband loves being spontaneous on vacation, whereas I’m more of a planner. So we’ve decided to do kind of a mix of both. One of our spontaneous days is going to be a drive up the windward coast, just kind of taking in the sites and stopping wherever we feel like. I know there are a lot of popular spots there, so I thought it would be a good place to just stop at whatever looks cool. Obviously we do have a few spots we want to try to hit, but we’re just going to kind of take it easy. My question is about food. I’d like to have a few good options near the coast that we can hit if we’re in the area so that we don’t have to eat a hot dog at a crappy tourist trap. Any recommendations?
- Since we will be there in February, we’re obviously hoping to see some whales. I know Maui is the best for that, but most of our must hit spots are on Oahu and we really want to take in everything we can on the island instead of trying to island hop. I’ve heard that you can see whales from Makapuu lighthouse, and I think I’ve heard of some whale watching tours as well. I know sometimes you just have to get lucky, but be honest with me. Where are the best places to get lucky, and should I not get my hopes up?
- We are considering the Queen Kapiolani hotel. I LOVE the look of their Diamond Head views, so I think we’re going to upgrade to one of those. It looks like it’s close to the action, but still far enough away to not be horribly crowded and loud. Has anyone stayed here? What did you think?
2023.06.07 18:07 Tree_pineapple Started cycling to work (1.3mi/0.5km), nauseous for 30 min after - normal if out of shape? Am I doing something wrong? What can I do? Will it go away over time?
I recently (like 5 days ago) started biking to work using a beach cruiser. It's about 1.3 miles on terain that is 50% flat and 50% inclined (the steepest ones are about 10 degrees-- if I dont have enough momentum beforehand, I have to walk the bike up the hill). Including stoplights and parking, it takes me about 18 minutes door to door.
After every ride, I'm very nauseous for about 30 minutes. Is this normal for someone who is out of shape? Before this, I never exercised except walking at a slow to moderate pace on flat terrain for about an hour a day, and I get tired just walking up 3 flights of stairs or a steep hill. (I can briskly walk for miles on flat terrain, but any incline kills me.)
Is the nausea likely just from over-exertion? Will it go away if I keep biking? Is there anything I can do in the meantime to prevent it? I'm not sure I can lower the intensity of the ride besides just walking parts of it, since I already go at the absolute minimum speed possible up the inclines (the ones I don't have to walk up) and on the flat portions, I don't feel like I'm exerting myself very much.
Additional details about my routine: -Morning commute is 30 min after waking, only 1-2 cups coffee with sugared creamer on stomach (no food) -Temperate climate-- 60F and cloudy -Probably not a dehydration issue as I've been drinking 8-16 oz of water each time I commute, on top of my normal water consumption -Electrolytes or blood sugar issue could be possible though
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After every ride, I'm very nauseous for about 30 minutes. Is this normal for someone who is out of shape? Before this, I never exercised except walking at a slow to moderate pace on flat terrain for about an hour a day, and I get tired just walking up 3 flights of stairs or a steep hill. (I can briskly walk for miles on flat terrain, but any incline kills me.)
Is the nausea likely just from over-exertion? Will it go away if I keep biking? Is there anything I can do in the meantime to prevent it? I'm not sure I can lower the intensity of the ride besides just walking parts of it, since I already go at the absolute minimum speed possible up the inclines (the ones I don't have to walk up) and on the flat portions, I don't feel like I'm exerting myself very much.
Additional details about my routine: -Morning commute is 30 min after waking, only 1-2 cups coffee with sugared creamer on stomach (no food) -Temperate climate-- 60F and cloudy -Probably not a dehydration issue as I've been drinking 8-16 oz of water each time I commute, on top of my normal water consumption -Electrolytes or blood sugar issue could be possible though
2023.06.07 18:07 chknfingerthoughts a VERY small prep success that has renewed my interest in prepping!
My husband and I began our prep journey about a year ago. We are by no means ready for SHTF, but we’d be ok for about a month or so. Our inspiration to start prepping was the birth of our daughter 18 months ago. Our only job is to protect & provide for her and it’s easy to get caught up in the luxuries and ease of every day life. But we have to be prepared for anything!
Anyway, she’s sick today so I’m home from work nursing her back to health. We’re throwing some laundry in from a long night of throwing up and suddenly we hear a big BOOM. Seconds later our power goes out.
Here I am with a (very) sick baby on my hip, in a dark basement, and to top it off, my phone is dead.
But not to worry! My husband and I have planted flashlights around our home. So I grabbed a nearby flashlight and located our solar charging block to charge my phone for status updates from DTE.
My daughters bedding was in the dryer which was now out of commission but I keep additional clean “prep” blankets on hand for just in case. I grabbed the blankets, lined my daughters mattress in her crib, and laid her down for a nap. Success!
It’s time for momma to shower - I smell like baby vomit. And I’ve got a battery powered lantern here to illuminate the bathroom while I wash away last nights monstrosities.
As the title says, very small prep success. And could we have made it without my phone & the blankets & lantern? Yeah of course. But being prepared has made this situation so much easier. Especially that I am home alone with my daughter.
My husband and I have gotten away from focusing on prep.. life gets busy with a toddler. But experiencing just now how valuable these small things were, makes me motivated to keep going and re-focus on preparedness!
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Anyway, she’s sick today so I’m home from work nursing her back to health. We’re throwing some laundry in from a long night of throwing up and suddenly we hear a big BOOM. Seconds later our power goes out.
Here I am with a (very) sick baby on my hip, in a dark basement, and to top it off, my phone is dead.
But not to worry! My husband and I have planted flashlights around our home. So I grabbed a nearby flashlight and located our solar charging block to charge my phone for status updates from DTE.
My daughters bedding was in the dryer which was now out of commission but I keep additional clean “prep” blankets on hand for just in case. I grabbed the blankets, lined my daughters mattress in her crib, and laid her down for a nap. Success!
It’s time for momma to shower - I smell like baby vomit. And I’ve got a battery powered lantern here to illuminate the bathroom while I wash away last nights monstrosities.
As the title says, very small prep success. And could we have made it without my phone & the blankets & lantern? Yeah of course. But being prepared has made this situation so much easier. Especially that I am home alone with my daughter.
My husband and I have gotten away from focusing on prep.. life gets busy with a toddler. But experiencing just now how valuable these small things were, makes me motivated to keep going and re-focus on preparedness!
2023.06.07 18:07 ramdytis3c Ven Nenov - Smtw [MollyNFT]
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Ven Nenov - Path / Key Gm, BPM 120, 7:44, MP3 18.60 Mb, AIFF 81.89 Mb
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2023.06.07 18:06 Dlgrs Parents aren’t coming to my graduation
 | When I came out everything went to crap, but I think my family started understanding the reality of not having me in their lives anymore?…so they randomly called me. Shocked me a lot but I went with it. submitted by Dlgrs to actuallesbians [link] [comments] They asked when my graduation is and my dad even mailed me a check to pay for my cap/gown/fees. I sent invitations out last week and clearly he’s had a change of heart. I feel kinda stupid for even thinking he could’ve come around. I was looking forward to them being there. But whatever he says, goes. No one ever questions him or goes against him, not even grandma. He canceled the check (I didn’t even know you could do that til I Googled it) so now I can’t even walk at graduation. I was counting on that. I called and the school won’t help me with the commencement fee or to get a cap/gown. I’m super short so borrowing one from a graduate is near impossible. And I need the correct tassel/stoles anyway. I was excited after the convo with my parents and now I’m just mad all over again. I’ve been through so much lately and this is the one thing I was looking forward to. And for a split second I thought I had a family again. |
2023.06.07 18:06 Kerrpy Poetry that Bilal Wrote in Prison (Perhaps some probative value?)
I was searching for Bilal related materials and, along with the pictures I posted in the other post, I came across these poems that were all but scrubbed from the internet. The "Tacenda Literary Magazine" is the source, although it seems only this and one other particular edition was taken down out of a total of twenty available for download.
The gist of these poems seem to be centered around the motif of Bilal grappling with his imprisonment. I know it seems like a stretch but I wonder if there is anything in these poems that perhaps some armchair Reddit psychologist finds interesting.
In case anyone was wondering, the source is here: https://issuu.com/bleakhousepublishing/docs/tacenda_with_cover_for_web ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
"Acknowledgement - Ahmed is part of the Georgetown Prison Scholars Program at the DC jail and has taken courses in journalism and public affairs."
I Rise
The doors open I hear the clanking of the chains
I hear the music of the keys
As they follow step of the boots
"Go In" they say "Step In" they say
fear in my chest, Tremble in my feet
I ask, Is it the color of my skin
Or is it the name of my kin
I wonder CAN I RISE
I see the light of disappointment
The darkness of the deep
The paleness of the life
The sweat of the cold skin
The stiffness of the spine
In all the faces known and unknown
I wonder CAN I RISE
The bed that breaks the backs
The floor that crushes the knees
The chairs that mold the bones
The food that digests intestines
The blanket that suffocates lungs
The shoes that corn the heels
I wonder CAN I RISE
All in kitchen say, They can't
All the doctors say, We can't
All the C.O.'s say, You can't
All the nurse says, She can't
And the dispensers say, They can't
But I say I can Rise and I WILL RISE
The nights are lonely
The days more so
Lost in the loud
laughter of the C.O.
The loud bangs of metal doors
The shouts of "COUNT TIME" seem far but clear
Everything's far that felt so near
But I say I can Rise and I WILL RISE
I like to play in the gym, but my hand does not want
I like to run on the court, but my feet don't want
I like to watch others score, but my eyes don't want
The lifeless bodies with no goals
The harsh hearts with no souls
I touch and see everyday
But I say I can Rise and I WILL RISE
We gather in the room
All hearts filled with gloom
Eyes looking for the light
To make us shine bright
Here comes the hand of prayer
And washes off layer after layer
The grim shadows of sorrow
Giving us hope for tomorrow
And NOW I RISE
We gather in the room
All brains with nothing to loom
Empty hands with nothing to do
Thinking what? having no clue
Now comes a lady with a pen
She leads us into the book of den
The doors are opened for our minds
The windows fling with no blinds
I learn, we learn, I laugh, we laugh
Bright eyed, supportive, with a scoff
My teacher tells me that YOU SHALL
and NOW I RISE
With the power of the books
With the strength of the smiles
Looking around in all the nooks
with my pen I tread miles
I tell my loved ones, I am fine
I tell them my teachers are divine
And NOW I RISE
All the teachers say they can
And the librarian says she can
And the admin says we can
They guide and bring us to dream
They teach us, tell us, how to dream
And NOW I RISE
I know we wear orange today
I know we are here today
But I know not what tomorrow holds
But I am sure it's made of gold
I RISE with the candle light
I RISE with the sun so bright
I RISE with my morals high
I RISE with my head held high
I RISE with my vision clear
I RISE with my life in steer
I RISE with love in my heart
I RISE with my soul apart
I RISE with the color of my skin
I RISE with pride in my kin
I RISE NOW, I RISE FOREVER
I RISE I RISE I RISE
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In My Mind's Eye by Bilal Ahmed
The sun is shining bright
I see my shadow in the light
Sharp and clear it stands
Through the window as it lands
The grass is green outside
The trees swaying far and wide
I close my eyes and feel the breeze
The pollen is going to make me sneeze
The clouds travel in the blue sky
The daffodils open without a try
My mind has opened this eye
A different one, not one with I cry
The silence of the deadening rose
Is this a butterfly tickle my nose?
The book that I am hushed in
The painting that I am brushed in
Takes me leaps and bounds
To see the scenes and hear the sounds
What do I see far away?
Is it a person or a thing a lay?
Is it moving or standing still?
As I focus I get a thrill
It is ME standing in the day
Looking up and arms away
Is it still orange I am wearing?
I am still here! I look staring
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Zoo by Bilal Ahmed
A trip to the zoo was always fun
sky was clear and hot in the sun
A sunny bright day, blinding light
everyone is about, left and right
Hard to find parking in the mid of town
Metro is a good choice, just ride it down
Two pandas greet us at the double gates
Calendar says Zoo's open on all the dates
Of course we carry a lunch box with us
Sandwiches and cold drinks for all of us
We stop, we drink, we stop, we eat
We are hungry and sweating in this heat
We see snow cones, we run to them
We buy them dripping there and then
We laugh and play as we cool down
Hand in hand singing into town
We see the lions, zebras and elephants
We visit snakes, amphibians and ants
We come upon an exhibit huge
It looks like a tall big refuge
We enter and see a big hall
It is lined with bars around the wall
Then there is glass to see through too
Is it here when you see a reflection of you
Is it a building where primates are living
Each in its cell, wait! What are they giving?
They are giving each other love with looks
They are passing time with their books
They jump, they climb, they swing, they scream
They curl, they squeeze, they tire then dream
Day in day out the routine they follow
As time goes their eyes grow hollow
They have plates, cups, spoons and heap
They stay busy, look busy and sometimes sleep
People walk around and watch them with awe
With their transparent lunch packs in their paw
They see the drinks, cotton candy and snow cones
They smell and see all the colors and tones
Are they the slaves, or are they primates? NOOOOOO! They are humans just only inmates
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The gist of these poems seem to be centered around the motif of Bilal grappling with his imprisonment. I know it seems like a stretch but I wonder if there is anything in these poems that perhaps some armchair Reddit psychologist finds interesting.
In case anyone was wondering, the source is here: https://issuu.com/bleakhousepublishing/docs/tacenda_with_cover_for_web ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
"Acknowledgement - Ahmed is part of the Georgetown Prison Scholars Program at the DC jail and has taken courses in journalism and public affairs."
I Rise
The doors open I hear the clanking of the chains
I hear the music of the keys
As they follow step of the boots
"Go In" they say "Step In" they say
fear in my chest, Tremble in my feet
I ask, Is it the color of my skin
Or is it the name of my kin
I wonder CAN I RISE
I see the light of disappointment
The darkness of the deep
The paleness of the life
The sweat of the cold skin
The stiffness of the spine
In all the faces known and unknown
I wonder CAN I RISE
The bed that breaks the backs
The floor that crushes the knees
The chairs that mold the bones
The food that digests intestines
The blanket that suffocates lungs
The shoes that corn the heels
I wonder CAN I RISE
All in kitchen say, They can't
All the doctors say, We can't
All the C.O.'s say, You can't
All the nurse says, She can't
And the dispensers say, They can't
But I say I can Rise and I WILL RISE
The nights are lonely
The days more so
Lost in the loud
laughter of the C.O.
The loud bangs of metal doors
The shouts of "COUNT TIME" seem far but clear
Everything's far that felt so near
But I say I can Rise and I WILL RISE
I like to play in the gym, but my hand does not want
I like to run on the court, but my feet don't want
I like to watch others score, but my eyes don't want
The lifeless bodies with no goals
The harsh hearts with no souls
I touch and see everyday
But I say I can Rise and I WILL RISE
We gather in the room
All hearts filled with gloom
Eyes looking for the light
To make us shine bright
Here comes the hand of prayer
And washes off layer after layer
The grim shadows of sorrow
Giving us hope for tomorrow
And NOW I RISE
We gather in the room
All brains with nothing to loom
Empty hands with nothing to do
Thinking what? having no clue
Now comes a lady with a pen
She leads us into the book of den
The doors are opened for our minds
The windows fling with no blinds
I learn, we learn, I laugh, we laugh
Bright eyed, supportive, with a scoff
My teacher tells me that YOU SHALL
and NOW I RISE
With the power of the books
With the strength of the smiles
Looking around in all the nooks
with my pen I tread miles
I tell my loved ones, I am fine
I tell them my teachers are divine
And NOW I RISE
All the teachers say they can
And the librarian says she can
And the admin says we can
They guide and bring us to dream
They teach us, tell us, how to dream
And NOW I RISE
I know we wear orange today
I know we are here today
But I know not what tomorrow holds
But I am sure it's made of gold
I RISE with the candle light
I RISE with the sun so bright
I RISE with my morals high
I RISE with my head held high
I RISE with my vision clear
I RISE with my life in steer
I RISE with love in my heart
I RISE with my soul apart
I RISE with the color of my skin
I RISE with pride in my kin
I RISE NOW, I RISE FOREVER
I RISE I RISE I RISE
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In My Mind's Eye by Bilal Ahmed
The sun is shining bright
I see my shadow in the light
Sharp and clear it stands
Through the window as it lands
The grass is green outside
The trees swaying far and wide
I close my eyes and feel the breeze
The pollen is going to make me sneeze
The clouds travel in the blue sky
The daffodils open without a try
My mind has opened this eye
A different one, not one with I cry
The silence of the deadening rose
Is this a butterfly tickle my nose?
The book that I am hushed in
The painting that I am brushed in
Takes me leaps and bounds
To see the scenes and hear the sounds
What do I see far away?
Is it a person or a thing a lay?
Is it moving or standing still?
As I focus I get a thrill
It is ME standing in the day
Looking up and arms away
Is it still orange I am wearing?
I am still here! I look staring
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Zoo by Bilal Ahmed
A trip to the zoo was always fun
sky was clear and hot in the sun
A sunny bright day, blinding light
everyone is about, left and right
Hard to find parking in the mid of town
Metro is a good choice, just ride it down
Two pandas greet us at the double gates
Calendar says Zoo's open on all the dates
Of course we carry a lunch box with us
Sandwiches and cold drinks for all of us
We stop, we drink, we stop, we eat
We are hungry and sweating in this heat
We see snow cones, we run to them
We buy them dripping there and then
We laugh and play as we cool down
Hand in hand singing into town
We see the lions, zebras and elephants
We visit snakes, amphibians and ants
We come upon an exhibit huge
It looks like a tall big refuge
We enter and see a big hall
It is lined with bars around the wall
Then there is glass to see through too
Is it here when you see a reflection of you
Is it a building where primates are living
Each in its cell, wait! What are they giving?
They are giving each other love with looks
They are passing time with their books
They jump, they climb, they swing, they scream
They curl, they squeeze, they tire then dream
Day in day out the routine they follow
As time goes their eyes grow hollow
They have plates, cups, spoons and heap
They stay busy, look busy and sometimes sleep
People walk around and watch them with awe
With their transparent lunch packs in their paw
They see the drinks, cotton candy and snow cones
They smell and see all the colors and tones
Are they the slaves, or are they primates? NOOOOOO! They are humans just only inmates
2023.06.07 18:06 FinancialAd9090 Airport Parking Assistance
I nearly missed my flight today in terminal C. The long term parking spaces in multiple garages were full and I had to park my car in the 1 hour space. Is there anyone that would be willing to help move my vehicle to a long term parking space so I don’t get towed. I’m happy to provide verification I am the owner via dm and happy to pay if someone is close and can help. Just direct message me if you think you may be able to help. Thank you in advance.
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2023.06.07 18:06 Narrow-Ad7714 Minecraft 1.19.2 ATM8 Error: The game crashed whilst rendering overlay Error: java.lang.IllegalAccessError: failed to access class
So this is first time posting here, and i have this error that all of the sudden just appeared
for me when i updated some mods. I also have added some mods but until i updated FTB-quests
it gives me purple/black checker loading screen witch crashes whit this error
popping out in the launcher. I belive there is a mod that is doing this
but im not that good whit Crash reports. any help would be appritiated. :)
Crash report: file:///C:/Users/Korisnik/curseforge/minecraft/Instances/All%20the%20Mods%208%20-%20ATM8/crash-reports/crash-2023-06-07_18.01.46-client.txt
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for me when i updated some mods. I also have added some mods but until i updated FTB-quests
it gives me purple/black checker loading screen witch crashes whit this error
popping out in the launcher. I belive there is a mod that is doing this
but im not that good whit Crash reports. any help would be appritiated. :)
Crash report: file:///C:/Users/Korisnik/curseforge/minecraft/Instances/All%20the%20Mods%208%20-%20ATM8/crash-reports/crash-2023-06-07_18.01.46-client.txt
2023.06.07 18:05 MoeTheChateau LF Longterm team players 3k+ 18+
LFM US RUSTORIA MAIN & US RUSTY MOOSE MONDAYSLooking for active, competitive and mature Rust players to play with long term. (playing many wipes, not just one and done)What were looking for.Be 18+, 3k+ hours, no exceptions.You're proactive (you have a "get shit done" mentality)Good comms (no echo comms, death rage whilst team is still fighting, ego comms, etc.)Good game sense with at least one skill (building, industrial, flying, electricity, tea farming etc.)Mature (No Toxicity Towards Teammates, No raging, etc etc)Available to play actively at wipe and can be committed to playing most of the wipe for Thursday (Mondays is not mandatory
Add me on Discord Ciel#2791
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Add me on Discord Ciel#2791
2023.06.07 18:05 PekDu [?] Possible proof that Necogen was related to OCS
![[?] Possible proof that Necogen was related to OCS](https://b.thumbs.redditmedia.com/NSn6bpJMbIwGM9e1CpxS7eQLCzcQ8zfu6tXXw_IB8nQ.jpg "[?] Possible proof that Necogen was related to OCS") | This isn't a theory, but it's something that I've noticed. Should you have any questions or ideas regarding this post, please do not hesitate to reach out to me. submitted by PekDu to MorthamshireCountyARG [link] [comments] This sounds (lowkey) obvious, but if we examine the patient in their advertisement carefully, we can see the blood stain on their neck. https://preview.redd.it/qbkr92n15m4b1.png?width=467&format=png&auto=webp&s=87312107717fc03422aec6338fb1bd5d9b3ce885 The blood stain also (weirdly) appeared on the NHS sign. https://preview.redd.it/4jgjt7495m4b1.png?width=593&format=png&auto=webp&s=62eb3b6897fb640a3120527633aa0ec701d126ef The patient was shaking/ breathing constantly. (If they were breathing, it is estimated that the RR, or respiratory rate, should fall around 120 to 132 breaths per minute (BPM). That's highly doubted, as you can see in the following tables below) https://preview.redd.it/7w7iqmnv6m4b1.png?width=1888&format=png&auto=webp&s=352043b58f7f0b837fc52b974664a46c20eb8881 Table 1. Pediatric respiratory rate and heart rate normal range (Source: https://www.uptodate.com/contents/image?imageKey=EM%2F78097)
(Source: https://media.gosh.nhs.uk/documents/Normal_Respiratory_Rates_in_Children.pdf) The patient's neck also appeared to have some kind of abnormalities, though, it could just simply be a blood clot or a mole. https://preview.redd.it/6q8nsed5bm4b1.png?width=323&format=png&auto=webp&s=17ce4e34d8f28fb3c494df99e7d4af297961459f Looking closer, there's some kind of abnormality that appeared similar to the sign. https://preview.redd.it/jlk85mh9bm4b1.png?width=135&format=png&auto=webp&s=d513b48fbb166a1ac0871fad13aaa330d2606919 There's seems to appear that the patient's arm muscle is fasciculated, which is a fancy term to describe involuntary muscle twitch. Whatever was the case, with the constant shaking/ breathing, it shows that the patient could have "erratic behaviour". When combined with the blood stain, there are two concerning ideas that could be correct.
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2023.06.07 18:05 Normal-Ad356 touching grass: comprehensive guide
hi guys! a few weeks ago, someone on this sub told me to touch grass (great advice!!) and i gladly report that i have done so successfully. below are my stats
major - agrostology (duh)
courseload:
AP environmental science
AP grass cutting
AP lawn shaping
AP trees
AP biology (but only for grass)
awards (lacking ik, i plan to touch more grass in future)
guniess world record for most grass touched in under a minute
grassiest gal award (silly little local award)
young botanist award of 2023
extracurriculars
- Common App essay - a beautiful, lyrical, poetic piece of prose drafted extensively with my love of grass in mind.
- Supplementals - talked lots about the different kinds of grass on campus (standford has bad grass 👎 booo)
LORs
Uhm so my teachers are kinda scared of me so i haven't asked them yet. dw! will bribe them with a pot of grass to ensure the LORs are top notch 😆
anyway thanks so much for the advice guys 🙏🙏🙏 really saved my application
if you've got recommendations for any other things i can touch ples lmk
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major - agrostology (duh)
courseload:
AP environmental science
AP grass cutting
AP lawn shaping
AP trees
AP biology (but only for grass)
awards (lacking ik, i plan to touch more grass in future)
guniess world record for most grass touched in under a minute
grassiest gal award (silly little local award)
young botanist award of 2023
extracurriculars
- started a non-profit to connect over 2 local communities with grass (yay!)
- started community garden that grows only grass (other plants are exiled)
- head of the botany club at my school - over 1 member worldwide!!!!! (spoiler - its me!!)
- have started a passion project - growing grass in my room so i am able to touch it more often
- started a blog in which i discuss the molecular breakdown of grass with other like-minded grassers
- started a business selling grass - income 30k minus 60k yearly (we're haemorrhaging money haha help us 😂 )
- Common App essay - a beautiful, lyrical, poetic piece of prose drafted extensively with my love of grass in mind.
- Supplementals - talked lots about the different kinds of grass on campus (standford has bad grass 👎 booo)
LORs
Uhm so my teachers are kinda scared of me so i haven't asked them yet. dw! will bribe them with a pot of grass to ensure the LORs are top notch 😆
anyway thanks so much for the advice guys 🙏🙏🙏 really saved my application
if you've got recommendations for any other things i can touch ples lmk