Seems to me they expect the offer itself to be a shortcut to getting the credit that comes with the deed, and arenβt actually interested in anything beyond that.
Seems to me they expect the offer itself to be a shortcut to getting the credit that comes with the deed, and arenβt actually interested in anything beyond that.
It's just... last time this happened it simple STOPPED happening. What if it fixes itself again and I don't have to buy a new one? Please advise.
The little levers on my toaster have broken off; I make it work. I will get YEARS more out of these suckers than anybody expects. But now if I forget to unplug the microwave before I open it I get blasted in the face. So. That might be too much even for me.
Look, I will do a lot of ridiculous things to stick it to planned obsolescence. My can opener stopped moving when I turned the handle so what do I do? I do not buy a new one; it's a round knife now. I stab the cans until they open.
The murderwave is at it again.
I was once on a bus that played the Bryan Adams song "I Do It For You" for eight hours.
So pleased to know my firstborn shares a birthday with Mr. Bingley.
Pronouncement today from my 10yo daughter: this is my first whoopee cushion. It wonβt be my last.
1/ ProPublica collected handwritten letters in mid-January from children held at the Dilley Immigration Processing Center, the same facility where 5-year-old Liam Conejo Ramos was taken.
Hundreds of kids are still detained.
Weβll let the childrenβs words speak for themselves. π§΅
This happened in Chicago as well.
"The challenge for the Auschwitz museum now is finding a way to preserve the human feeling of testimony when the question of how it felt can no longer be answered firsthand." For International Holocaust Remembrance Day, an important story from @cfhervey.bsky.social www.thebulwark.com/p/saving-his...
This is a really beautiful reflection on the way Auschwitz is preserving small itemsβtoothbrushes, shoes, artworksβin the hopes they can tell stories when the last Holocaust survivors are gone.
My latest piece, at The Bulwark: open.substack.com/pub/thebulwa...
Culprit: the 10yo. Apparently it took a lot of work to get the axe positioned right over Rapunzel's heart.
My daughter has taken to putting inspirational post-its on the bathroom mirror. I get to see this first thing every morning:
I wish them the best. He was definitely giving it his all, asking her about her favorite grocery store and everything.
At a coffee shop sitting across from a first date in progress. I can't articulate how I know this but one glance at them and it's abundantly clear.
The Guadalupe
When I am sitting in between my parents and my in-laws and watching them have fun I often think I am the luckiest person in the world.
I put it on an english muffin once.
R.S.Thomas. The Kingdom. It's a long way off but inside it There are quite different things going on: Festivals at which the poor man Is king and the consumptive is Healed; mirrors in which the blind look At themselves and love looks at them Back; and industry is for mending The bent bones and the minds fractured By life. It's a long way off, but to get There takes no time and admission Is free, if you will purge yourself Of desire, and present yourself with Your need only and the simple offering Of your faith, green as a leaf.
it's a long way off but inside it
there are quite different things going on:
We had out-of-town friends spend the night this weekend and only after they left did I notice my children had left something in the guest room:
Costco on a public holidayβnever again.
9yo, looking at posters at the movie theater: "Why would you kiss a spider woman? You can't trust them. They might just be using you for food."
Good morning from the jungle.
Okay so the absolute most unhinged thing about this book is that the birds fly off to some wise dude to have their debate decided (some rich person the author was sucking up to, I assume) and that's where it ends. The author basically says, "wanna know who won? too bad."
The Taylor Swift song Albatross is about River Tam; change my mind
I have a personal theory that men are at their absolute best when they are coaching a sports team of little girls. Just top notch masculinity right there.
Montessori died before she could really flesh this out but her plan essentially amounted to "send them to live on a farm somewhere."