There is a very skittish mare that I leave alone because of said skittishness. Today while browsing my phone I was leaning on the stall wall right by her not paying attention when suddenly she came up and put her head next to mine in a "what are we looking at" kind of gesture. She stayed there for a bit while I was trying my best to stay still and not let my excitement show too much. It made me feel special.
Geese can be trained to be your mates
Just feed them dandelion leaves every day when you're passing them and eventually you can pet them. Takes a month or so
Still cunts though and they peck your shoes sometimes
There are more hydrogen atoms in a single molecule of water than there are stars in the entire solar system.
Not if you count Taylor Swift.
Correct me if I'm wrong, but there are 2 hydrogen atoms in a molecule of water. Do you mean in a drop of water?
Solar systems only got the one star.
Oh no, I fell for it
You weren't the only one, ha.
Oh you devious bastard. Take your damn upvote
Our solar system has only one, some have two.
Some might even have three or more.
Ours is the only Solar system, because our star is named Sol. Other star systems have other names.
The “Sol” name is actually more of a science-fiction, pop-culture thing. It’s just called “the Sun”. “Solar” comes from latin Solaris, meaning “pertaining to the sun”, “sol” itself meaning “sun”.
Well in some languages other than English the sun is actually called "Sol".
Oh, I believe you. It’s most likely because of the shared Latin root. The comment I was responding to was in English, though.
I came here to share this tidbit. So instead I'll add another: Otters collect rocks
This is all that's necessary.
There's fewer people in poverty now than at any point in history.
The world has always been getting better in global measures of health, food and education if you consider all of humanity.
"Fewer people in poverty" seems unlikely.
Now, a lower percentage of people seems like a given
Statistically, it's both
I don’t think that’s actually true. Have the metrics for what we consider poverty changed and adapted with inflation and the perfecting of corporate wealth hoarding? “Poverty” is an ambiguous term, and relative poverty is real. That doesn’t show in a standard-line “poverty” metric. What was considered “extreme poverty” is the lowest, but that’s people living on under $1.90/day. I couldn’t even find information on that metric being updated to reflect the current high inflation and profit-explosion landscape.
Also: if you technically pull people out of poverty by outsourcing to the lowest paying, least labor regulated parts of the world, is the fact that extreme poverty went away in those areas even a good thing?
if you technically pull people out of poverty by outsourcing to the lowest paying, least labor regulated parts of the world, is the fact that extreme poverty went away in those areas even a good thing?
Yes. Your prospects of a healthy life increase when going from not being able to provide for yourself to being barely able to provide for yourself by working in fantastically poor conditions.
If a sweatshop didn't provide more worker value than extreme poverty, people just wouldn't work there.
The bare minimum of improvements is still an improvement, and that we should strive for better than the bare minimum doesn't make the bare minimum worthless to the people who got it.
Margaret Thatcher is still dead.
So is reagan!
I read this to my wife & she said, “ when Ronald Reagan died, he created the worlds first gender-neutral bathroom”.
Very, very far from the world's first, mate
Reply_meme: “the joke going over head”
Forbsomebreason i literally cannot upload photos onto lemmy.
but her grave is still hidden from the public to prevent people from defiling it; so this is neutral at best. lol
Ok, so something more local but brightening my days since thursday when it happened: Leszek Moczulski finally croaked, a really ghoulish fascist antisemite that was consistently at the wrong side of history. Also in context of pissing on graves, his name means "of the piss" (core word "mocz" - urine)
It is fenced off on the grounds of the Royal Hospital in Chelsea, but some good aim with a small catapult could still get the job done.
I wonder how Reagan's is doing
Spooky fact: for now.
First good argument ever for forbidding necromancy
Porcupines make adorable sounds: https://youtu.be/NMeuwYvlBI0
It sounds like he is almost able to talk, such speach-like sounds in there!
Kemasabe! I love that channel!
It's like an exhausted minion!
All our 4 cats always sleep on our bed. When I wake up, the oldest one always comes to my head and starts rubbing her head against my head/beard. Our youngest boy just purs like a freighter and walks from nightstand to nightstand, youngest girl almost always climbs under the covers to snuggle. Last lady just keeps sleeping and snores.
All makes me pretty happy.
That "hoy tu, mañana mi" reddit story.
To save it and save people a click to reddit:
Story
Just about every time I see someone I stop. I kind of got out of the habit in the last couple of years, moved to a big city and all that, my girlfriend wasn't too stoked on the practice. Then some shit happened to me that changed me and I am back to offering rides habitually. If you would indulge me, it is long story and has almost nothing to do with hitch hiking other than happening on a road.
This past year I have had 3 instances of car trouble. A blow out on a freeway, a bunch of blown fuses and an out of gas situation. All of them were while driving other people's cars which, for some reason, makes it worse on an emotional level. It makes it worse on a practical level as well, what with the fact that I carry things like a jack and extra fuses in my car, and know enough not to park, facing downhill, on a steep incline with less than a gallon of fuel.
Anyway, each of these times this shit happened I was DISGUSTED with how people would not bother to help me. I spent hours on the side of the freeway waiting, watching roadside assistance vehicles blow past me, for AAA to show. The 4 gas stations I asked for a gas can at told me that they couldn't loan them out "for my safety" but I could buy a really shitty 1-gallon one with no cap for $15. It was enough, each time, to make you say shit like "this country is going to hell in a handbasket."
But you know who came to my rescue all three times? Immigrants. Mexican immigrants. None of them spoke a lick of the language. But one of those dudes had a profound affect on me.
He was the guy that stopped to help me with a blow out with his whole family of 6 in tow. I was on the side of the road for close to 4 hours. Big jeep, blown rear tire, had a spare but no jack. I had signs in the windows of the car, big signs that said NEED A JACK and offered money. No dice. Right as I am about to give up and just hitch out there a van pulls over and dude bounds out. He sizes the situation up and calls for his youngest daughter who speaks english. He conveys through her that he has a jack but it is too small for the Jeep so we will need to brace it. He produces a saw from the van and cuts a log out of a downed tree on the side of the road. We rolled it over, put his jack on top, and bam, in business. I start taking the wheel off and, if you can believe it, I broke his tire iron. It was one of those collapsible ones and I wasn't careful and I snapped the head I needed clean off. Fuck.
No worries, he runs to the van, gives it to his wife and she is gone in a flash, down the road to buy a tire iron. She is back in 15 minutes, we finish the job with a little sweat and cussing (stupid log was starting to give), and I am a very happy man. We are both filthy and sweaty. The wife produces a large water jug for us to wash our hands in. I tried to put a 20 in the man's hand but he wouldn't take it so I instead gave it to his wife as quietly as I could. I thanked them up one side and down the other. I asked the little girl where they lived, thinking maybe I could send them a gift for being so awesome. She says they live in Mexico. They are here so mommy and daddy can pick peaches for the next few weeks. After that they are going to pick cherries then go back home. She asks if I have had lunch and when I told her no she gave me a tamale from their cooler, the best fucking tamale I have ever had.
So, to clarify, a family that is undoubtedly poorer than you, me, and just about everyone else on that stretch of road, working on a seasonal basis where time is money, took an hour or two out of their day to help some strange dude on the side of the road when people in tow trucks were just passing me by. Wow...
But we aren't done yet. I thank them again and walk back to my car and open the foil on the tamale cause I am starving at this point and what do I find inside? My fucking $20 bill! I whirl around and run up to the van and the guy rolls his window down. He sees the $20 in my hand and just shaking his head no like he won't take it. All I can think to say is "Por Favor, Por Favor, Por Favor" with my hands out. Dude just smiles, shakes his head and, with what looked like great concentration, tried his hardest to speak to me in English:
"Today you.... tomorrow me."
Rolled up his window, drove away, his daughter waving to me in the rear view. I sat in my car eating the best fucking tamale of all time and I just cried. Like a little girl. It has been a rough year and nothing has broke my way. This was so out of left field I just couldn't deal.
In the 5 months since I have changed a couple of tires, given a few rides to gas stations and, once, went 50 miles out of my way to get a girl to an airport. I won't accept money. Every time I tell them the same thing when we are through:
"Today you.... tomorrow me."
tl;dr: long rambling story about how the kindness of strangers, particularly folks from south of the border, forced me to be more helpful on the road and in life in general. I am sure it won't be as meaningful to anyone else but it was seriously the highlight of my 2010.
*edit: To the OP, sorry to jack your thread, this has nothing to do with Hitch Hiking. I sort of thought I could just get this off my chest, enjoy the catharsis and watch the story languish at the bottom of the page. Glad people like hearing the tale and I hope it moves you to be more helpful in your day to day. *
You'd like this movie called Pay it forward
I like hugging my dogs
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