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2024.05.21 17:40 Alpha_Omega_333 Is this tattoo acceptable for a law enforcement career?
 | I recently applied to a police department (Toledo Ohio) and was told that tattoo’s are ok however I’ve heard it’s up to the Chiefs decision on allowing tattoo’s that are visible. Do you think my tattoo is too unprofessional? I have them tattooed on both hands. I worked blue collar jobs most of my life and now I have opportunity to change careers. I hope this wouldn’t be a road block. submitted by Alpha_Omega_333 to AskLE [link] [comments] https://preview.redd.it/vloga6owus1d1.jpg?width=3024&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=771ac8ff792d3acb98c16d8c271a8344c2f25d13 |
2024.05.21 17:29 deathdramon666 What is this?
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2024.05.21 17:19 Medical-Winter-2000 Job Scam Alert-BEWARE
 | Scammers attempting to steal from the unemployed. See photos!! I was approached with a legitimate looking job offer that I wasted 2 hours “interviewing” for. I am a professional career coach and they got me until they said they were sending a check. Please Beware!!! submitted by Medical-Winter-2000 to Scams [link] [comments] |
2024.05.21 17:18 jomojomoj fonts to outline glitch
 | Not sure if this is a good place to ask ... but why when i am Outlining a font in illustrator (looks fine in .ai) but when i make a pdf file some of the letters get bolder like the 'L' font in this sample. Is it the font i'm using ? which i can't change. Or something I need to turn of / off in preferences ? could use some help figuring this out. I would rather supply a pdf file rather then a jpg. (doesn't happen there). submitted by jomojomoj to AdobeIllustrator [link] [comments] https://preview.redd.it/mwmqiumqqs1d1.png?width=400&format=png&auto=webp&s=99d8e7c9ba9096f0ccd753ffbbe65c79a8fddd1f |
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2024.05.21 16:57 TorentinaTuesday Dark Skies
It stormed in Starfall.
Perhaps elsewhere, too. Allyria couldn’t be sure. But a storm never kept a raven from its duties, and so surely that wasn’t an excuse for hers to have not yet returned from the North. Not that she was expecting a reply – she never got those from Widow’s Watch – but it was unusual for the bird to be gone as long as it was and Allyria tended to worry about them after a while.
“Maybe he’s stopped to roost with some friends,” she wondered aloud. Birds were social creatures. Not like her.
From the north-facing windows of her tower, Allyria could see that the ironmen’s structures had held through the lashing rains and heavy winds of the past two days and were now awash in noon’s sunshine. Those structures would eventually be home to however many Dornishmen who’d joined the Princess’ caravan thus far on their way to the Great Council.
Time was running out. They’d be here soon.
Allyria thought the sight of the waiting tents might make her sad – a reminder that Lord Erik had gone. But she had his gift to remember him by, and had already filled the secret compartment of the broken-looking far eye with treasures: a sea shell, a few coins, a small figurine of a sheep carved with wood and wrapped in real wool that was given to her when she was a child. She held the lens in her hands, fiddling with it as she gazed out the window in the hope of seeing black wings.
“I am talking to myself,” she said. “When I send letters to Widow’s Watch, I am addressing no one but myself.”
She had been writing the northern holdfast for years now. Allyria thought it a pity that star keepers outside the Citadel did not converse more with one another. She had never been North, and would likely never go, but she knew that the stars would look different from the peninsula jutting into the Shivering Sea than they did from here. Different, too, from Seagard and Bear Island. From the Fingers and from Claw Isle. But while Cailin passed to her the records of those maesters, there was none from that eastern holdfast – the small castle on the lonely strip of land jutting out into the wide, mysterious sea north of Essos.
She wrote them nonetheless.
Her raven always returned, but never brought with it a new message. What was done with the scrolls she attached – handwritten copies of her star charts, occasional questions and observations – she did not know. Perhaps the bird simply dropped them into the sea.
“I ought to stop talking to myself.”
Allyria gathered a few things and headed for the stairs that would take her down from her tower and into Starfall. It wasn’t often that she was awake during the daytime (she had the storm to thank for that) and she could do with some company.
Qoren was the obvious choice, but he had become difficult to find as of late. Perhaps it was because of the impending guests, but whereas normally he’d be waiting outside her chambers by nightfall, now she found herself charting the stars alone, occasionally opening the door to her tower in the hopes of finding him. But she was always disappointed. Tonight she resolved to go further than the top of the tower stairs, however. She’d go all the way to the barracks, if she had to. And it turned out she did.
“Qoren, milady?” The sentry outside seemed doubtful as to whom she was asking for. “The deaf one?”
“Yes, Qoren.”
“I think he’s in the yard with Lady Arianne.”
“Could you tell him I was looking for him when he gets back?”
Satisfied with his obligatory promise to do so, Allyria wandered up to the rookery a second time. Her bird had still not returned. The last message she’d sent Widow’s Watch was an unusual one, which was perhaps why she held out hope that this time, despite years of precedent, would be different. She’d written it half-awake after being pulled from a strange dream. In it, the Dornish Princess arrived at Starfall wrapped in long silk made from moonlight. She’d brought with her a chest and in it were the remains of Ulrich: his ribs, his skull, his arm. The chest was leaking blood all over the floor of the great hall, pooling at the Princess’ feet, but the hem of her silvery gown was not stained. It seemed to sit atop it, like oil upon water.
Allyria had described the dream in her letter and carried it to the rookery while still in her bare feet and nightgown, sleep crusted in her eyes. She’d been in the process of binding it with string when a final thought occurred to her, which she hastily scribbled at the bottom of the parchment.
If the sun sets in the west, how could darkness come from the east?
She pictured the raven stopping to roost in the rocky cliffs of the Prince’s Pass, her letter fastened to its ankle as it caught up with old friends. Perhaps they discussed her ramblings amongst themselves, swapping their own theories about what the cryptic message from the stars meant: darkness comes from the east. Perhaps they lined their nests with her parchment.
She meant to go back to her tower, perhaps catch some precious sleep before night fell and the stars came out, but Allyria found herself instead on one of the balconies overlooking the training yard. It wasn’t noise that drew her there, for Arianne and Qoren were quiet. The only sounds in their training was the shuffling of feet on sandy stone, a soft grunt here and there, the occasional muffled thud of steel greatswords on leather. Allyria wasn’t sure what it was that prompted her to pause and observe.
She leaned over the rail and watched them spar. They did not speak to one another, she noted, communicating only in nods and small gestures. Sometimes, when her sister was concentrating, she stuck her tongue out the corner of her mouth. But Arianne’s expression now was grim. She blocked and parried. She watched how Qoren moved his feet and imitated the motions.
Then, the sky darkened. For a moment, Allyria thought a new storm was rolling in. But this was a different sort of darkness. It was as though someone were slowly draping a veil over the whole world… except that she could see a thin layer of orange on the horizon, just beyond the castle’s walls. There, in the distance, it was day. But above Starfall, quite suddenly, it was night. The temperature sank, frogs in the banks of the Torrentine began to croak, shadows sprung up where none had been, and those that were there grew blacker, more distinct.
Allyira might have thought she were imagining things, but Arianne and Qoren had stopped their sparring and turned their gazes towards the heavens, along with every sentry on the wall. Around them, and around Allyria, too, guards were similarly staring at the sky in confusion and wonder. But no one spoke. They were all looking at the same sun – now a ball of black with only a thin halo of light around it – in a tense kind of confusion. It was disorienting. Allyria felt her heart thumping in her chest and realised, as though from a distance, that she was frightened. She had lived her whole life within these walls and yet the sight before her now was of another world.
So, too, were her sister and Qoren. Arianne was in the shade of the balcony but the steel of Qoren’s sword reflected a bar of silver light across her face. Beside her pale features, Qoren’s grew even darker in the black shadow – his dark hair was now black as pitch, his eyes obscured beneath black brows, even his armour, dyed leather, was black.
Darkness comes from the east.
Whole minutes passed before the day’s second sunrise seemed to happen before her eyes: the sky lightened, shadows returned to where they ought have been, and the sun grew bright and yellow once more. The frogs and the bank insects grew silent. Birds sang again.
Allyria flew.
Past guards, past guests, past the members of Starfall’s counsel, all headed in a panicked confusion towards the courtyard, Allyria ran. She took the stairs of the Palestone Sword tower two at a time, losing a sandal along the way but abandoning it entirely.
How could I have been so stupid? she wondered. Darkness from the east! It wasn’t the tree, it was never the tree!
In her chamber she found her desk in a state of disarray. Her work had been much more organised with Qoren’s involvement and the absence of it showed.
Darkness comes from the east. Dawn. Dawn!
She hadn’t yet found the chart she was looking for when she heard a pounding on the door. She ran to it quickly, dragging open the heavy wooden board and finding an unexpected face on the other side. Her confusion must have shown, because the steward began with his explanation.
“I don’t mean to disturb you, my lady, but a raven came and I thought you would want to read it right away.”
Allyria blinked.
“It’s from Widow’s Watch.”
She snatched the scroll from Colin’s hand the moment he showed it, unravelling it hastily as she rushed back to her desk. The astrolabe sat crooked on the wall. She didn’t realise she’d accidentally knocked it askew in her haste.
Pressing the parchment flat against her desk, she read the words written in an unfamiliar hand.
You are missing the second half of your riddle:
bringing with it dawn.
A drawing was etched beneath it and Allyria scanned the markings quickly. They painted a picture of the night sky, each star’s position carefully logged. The Crone’s Lantern, the Ghost and the Galley, the Sword of the Morning…
“It’s Qoren.”
Allyrica looked up from the paper at the astrolabe on the wall. The device that had deceived her.
“The next Sword of the Morning. It’s Qoren.”
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Perhaps elsewhere, too. Allyria couldn’t be sure. But a storm never kept a raven from its duties, and so surely that wasn’t an excuse for hers to have not yet returned from the North. Not that she was expecting a reply – she never got those from Widow’s Watch – but it was unusual for the bird to be gone as long as it was and Allyria tended to worry about them after a while.
“Maybe he’s stopped to roost with some friends,” she wondered aloud. Birds were social creatures. Not like her.
From the north-facing windows of her tower, Allyria could see that the ironmen’s structures had held through the lashing rains and heavy winds of the past two days and were now awash in noon’s sunshine. Those structures would eventually be home to however many Dornishmen who’d joined the Princess’ caravan thus far on their way to the Great Council.
Time was running out. They’d be here soon.
Allyria thought the sight of the waiting tents might make her sad – a reminder that Lord Erik had gone. But she had his gift to remember him by, and had already filled the secret compartment of the broken-looking far eye with treasures: a sea shell, a few coins, a small figurine of a sheep carved with wood and wrapped in real wool that was given to her when she was a child. She held the lens in her hands, fiddling with it as she gazed out the window in the hope of seeing black wings.
“I am talking to myself,” she said. “When I send letters to Widow’s Watch, I am addressing no one but myself.”
She had been writing the northern holdfast for years now. Allyria thought it a pity that star keepers outside the Citadel did not converse more with one another. She had never been North, and would likely never go, but she knew that the stars would look different from the peninsula jutting into the Shivering Sea than they did from here. Different, too, from Seagard and Bear Island. From the Fingers and from Claw Isle. But while Cailin passed to her the records of those maesters, there was none from that eastern holdfast – the small castle on the lonely strip of land jutting out into the wide, mysterious sea north of Essos.
She wrote them nonetheless.
Her raven always returned, but never brought with it a new message. What was done with the scrolls she attached – handwritten copies of her star charts, occasional questions and observations – she did not know. Perhaps the bird simply dropped them into the sea.
“I ought to stop talking to myself.”
Allyria gathered a few things and headed for the stairs that would take her down from her tower and into Starfall. It wasn’t often that she was awake during the daytime (she had the storm to thank for that) and she could do with some company.
Qoren was the obvious choice, but he had become difficult to find as of late. Perhaps it was because of the impending guests, but whereas normally he’d be waiting outside her chambers by nightfall, now she found herself charting the stars alone, occasionally opening the door to her tower in the hopes of finding him. But she was always disappointed. Tonight she resolved to go further than the top of the tower stairs, however. She’d go all the way to the barracks, if she had to. And it turned out she did.
“Qoren, milady?” The sentry outside seemed doubtful as to whom she was asking for. “The deaf one?”
“Yes, Qoren.”
“I think he’s in the yard with Lady Arianne.”
“Could you tell him I was looking for him when he gets back?”
Satisfied with his obligatory promise to do so, Allyria wandered up to the rookery a second time. Her bird had still not returned. The last message she’d sent Widow’s Watch was an unusual one, which was perhaps why she held out hope that this time, despite years of precedent, would be different. She’d written it half-awake after being pulled from a strange dream. In it, the Dornish Princess arrived at Starfall wrapped in long silk made from moonlight. She’d brought with her a chest and in it were the remains of Ulrich: his ribs, his skull, his arm. The chest was leaking blood all over the floor of the great hall, pooling at the Princess’ feet, but the hem of her silvery gown was not stained. It seemed to sit atop it, like oil upon water.
Allyria had described the dream in her letter and carried it to the rookery while still in her bare feet and nightgown, sleep crusted in her eyes. She’d been in the process of binding it with string when a final thought occurred to her, which she hastily scribbled at the bottom of the parchment.
If the sun sets in the west, how could darkness come from the east?
She pictured the raven stopping to roost in the rocky cliffs of the Prince’s Pass, her letter fastened to its ankle as it caught up with old friends. Perhaps they discussed her ramblings amongst themselves, swapping their own theories about what the cryptic message from the stars meant: darkness comes from the east. Perhaps they lined their nests with her parchment.
She meant to go back to her tower, perhaps catch some precious sleep before night fell and the stars came out, but Allyria found herself instead on one of the balconies overlooking the training yard. It wasn’t noise that drew her there, for Arianne and Qoren were quiet. The only sounds in their training was the shuffling of feet on sandy stone, a soft grunt here and there, the occasional muffled thud of steel greatswords on leather. Allyria wasn’t sure what it was that prompted her to pause and observe.
She leaned over the rail and watched them spar. They did not speak to one another, she noted, communicating only in nods and small gestures. Sometimes, when her sister was concentrating, she stuck her tongue out the corner of her mouth. But Arianne’s expression now was grim. She blocked and parried. She watched how Qoren moved his feet and imitated the motions.
Then, the sky darkened. For a moment, Allyria thought a new storm was rolling in. But this was a different sort of darkness. It was as though someone were slowly draping a veil over the whole world… except that she could see a thin layer of orange on the horizon, just beyond the castle’s walls. There, in the distance, it was day. But above Starfall, quite suddenly, it was night. The temperature sank, frogs in the banks of the Torrentine began to croak, shadows sprung up where none had been, and those that were there grew blacker, more distinct.
Allyira might have thought she were imagining things, but Arianne and Qoren had stopped their sparring and turned their gazes towards the heavens, along with every sentry on the wall. Around them, and around Allyria, too, guards were similarly staring at the sky in confusion and wonder. But no one spoke. They were all looking at the same sun – now a ball of black with only a thin halo of light around it – in a tense kind of confusion. It was disorienting. Allyria felt her heart thumping in her chest and realised, as though from a distance, that she was frightened. She had lived her whole life within these walls and yet the sight before her now was of another world.
So, too, were her sister and Qoren. Arianne was in the shade of the balcony but the steel of Qoren’s sword reflected a bar of silver light across her face. Beside her pale features, Qoren’s grew even darker in the black shadow – his dark hair was now black as pitch, his eyes obscured beneath black brows, even his armour, dyed leather, was black.
Darkness comes from the east.
Whole minutes passed before the day’s second sunrise seemed to happen before her eyes: the sky lightened, shadows returned to where they ought have been, and the sun grew bright and yellow once more. The frogs and the bank insects grew silent. Birds sang again.
Allyria flew.
Past guards, past guests, past the members of Starfall’s counsel, all headed in a panicked confusion towards the courtyard, Allyria ran. She took the stairs of the Palestone Sword tower two at a time, losing a sandal along the way but abandoning it entirely.
How could I have been so stupid? she wondered. Darkness from the east! It wasn’t the tree, it was never the tree!
In her chamber she found her desk in a state of disarray. Her work had been much more organised with Qoren’s involvement and the absence of it showed.
Darkness comes from the east. Dawn. Dawn!
She hadn’t yet found the chart she was looking for when she heard a pounding on the door. She ran to it quickly, dragging open the heavy wooden board and finding an unexpected face on the other side. Her confusion must have shown, because the steward began with his explanation.
“I don’t mean to disturb you, my lady, but a raven came and I thought you would want to read it right away.”
Allyria blinked.
“It’s from Widow’s Watch.”
She snatched the scroll from Colin’s hand the moment he showed it, unravelling it hastily as she rushed back to her desk. The astrolabe sat crooked on the wall. She didn’t realise she’d accidentally knocked it askew in her haste.
Pressing the parchment flat against her desk, she read the words written in an unfamiliar hand.
You are missing the second half of your riddle:
bringing with it dawn.
A drawing was etched beneath it and Allyria scanned the markings quickly. They painted a picture of the night sky, each star’s position carefully logged. The Crone’s Lantern, the Ghost and the Galley, the Sword of the Morning…
“It’s Qoren.”
Allyrica looked up from the paper at the astrolabe on the wall. The device that had deceived her.
“The next Sword of the Morning. It’s Qoren.”
2024.05.21 16:25 JACL23 My Beserk Tattoo done by @d.a.r_art at The Butchers Block UK
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2024.05.21 15:58 Potential_Jicama9241 Should i forgive my boyfriend?
I (F19) have been dating my boyfriend (M22) for 8 months now. Two months ago, I discovered my worst nightmare when I decided to go through his phone.
When I went through his phone, I not only found masses of porn but also pictures of his ex (F21) and her being on his ignored friend requests on Snapchat (meaning he’d removed her, but she still had him added). I’d checked this before because we’d previously had issues with his ex, but she wasn’t there, so it was recent. He also had a call to her on Valentine's Day. After some prying and a ton of lying from him, we actually talked about it. He said he only sent food for the cat and that he’d stop the porn. A few days later, I gave him an ultimatum: - Stop communication with her, only send food for the cat. - You don’t need to save pictures of the cat with her in it. - No more porn.
He agreed and promised to follow these conditions.
After this, when I looked at his search history, it had been deleted, so he only had two days of history. I asked about it after a few weeks, and he told me this was because of “my birthday presents being on there” and how “he doesn’t want me to see since I checked before.” Even though none of his lies lined up with when I checked, I ignored it.
Now, I’ve found him searching for porn again. He told me it’s just from an open tab. I don’t believe him, but he insists that he didn’t watch porn and that he’s followed the ultimatum. I still can’t believe him, and I’m not sure if I should stand my ground and leave or stay and work things out. Because of his past of lying, I feel like I’m walking into a trap. But i also feel like we have so much potential because i love him dearly.
I know a lot of people are going to get upset that I’ve checked his phone, but he told me he was fine with it and open to it, and I wouldn’t have a problem if he checked mine.
For additional information:
He and his ex were married, dated for 4 years, got matching tattoos, and had a stillborn.
At the start of our relationship, he led me to believe he was someone who never let exes back no matter what, someone who got rid of them the second they messed up. So, to find out he was still contacting her was shocking. I would’ve understood given their situation with the cat and the stillborn. It’s just the way he’s made himself seem, only to be lying the whole time.
I did not know about them being married or having a stillborn until a few weeks in. At that point, I felt I was too deep into the relationship to throw away what we had. He told me he was “too scared to tell me” and he “wanted to wait until the right time,” which I can understand.
For a few weeks after, he was being funny about giving me his Instagram, so I made a new account and found out he’d blocked me on it. I also found out he was still following his ex and she was following him. This stopped once I confronted him and he followed me instead.
Another few months later, I found provocative pictures of women on his Pinterest saves. He obviously just said that he saved them because they dressed like me, which some did, but out of the 15 pictures, only 4 did. The rest were just women in underwear.
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When I went through his phone, I not only found masses of porn but also pictures of his ex (F21) and her being on his ignored friend requests on Snapchat (meaning he’d removed her, but she still had him added). I’d checked this before because we’d previously had issues with his ex, but she wasn’t there, so it was recent. He also had a call to her on Valentine's Day. After some prying and a ton of lying from him, we actually talked about it. He said he only sent food for the cat and that he’d stop the porn. A few days later, I gave him an ultimatum: - Stop communication with her, only send food for the cat. - You don’t need to save pictures of the cat with her in it. - No more porn.
He agreed and promised to follow these conditions.
After this, when I looked at his search history, it had been deleted, so he only had two days of history. I asked about it after a few weeks, and he told me this was because of “my birthday presents being on there” and how “he doesn’t want me to see since I checked before.” Even though none of his lies lined up with when I checked, I ignored it.
Now, I’ve found him searching for porn again. He told me it’s just from an open tab. I don’t believe him, but he insists that he didn’t watch porn and that he’s followed the ultimatum. I still can’t believe him, and I’m not sure if I should stand my ground and leave or stay and work things out. Because of his past of lying, I feel like I’m walking into a trap. But i also feel like we have so much potential because i love him dearly.
I know a lot of people are going to get upset that I’ve checked his phone, but he told me he was fine with it and open to it, and I wouldn’t have a problem if he checked mine.
For additional information:
He and his ex were married, dated for 4 years, got matching tattoos, and had a stillborn.
At the start of our relationship, he led me to believe he was someone who never let exes back no matter what, someone who got rid of them the second they messed up. So, to find out he was still contacting her was shocking. I would’ve understood given their situation with the cat and the stillborn. It’s just the way he’s made himself seem, only to be lying the whole time.
I did not know about them being married or having a stillborn until a few weeks in. At that point, I felt I was too deep into the relationship to throw away what we had. He told me he was “too scared to tell me” and he “wanted to wait until the right time,” which I can understand.
For a few weeks after, he was being funny about giving me his Instagram, so I made a new account and found out he’d blocked me on it. I also found out he was still following his ex and she was following him. This stopped once I confronted him and he followed me instead.
Another few months later, I found provocative pictures of women on his Pinterest saves. He obviously just said that he saved them because they dressed like me, which some did, but out of the 15 pictures, only 4 did. The rest were just women in underwear.
2024.05.21 15:56 Informal_Passion9781 Is it wrong to go up to ex with new boyfriend to say hello?
Curious to hear everyone’s opinion:
Let’s say you have a new boyfriend you’ve been dating for a year now. Your ex from a few years ago (pretty long and significant relationship) took the breakup really hard and also wrote you a letter less than a year ago to get back together. At that point you have already moved on with the new boyfriend. They contacted you a few times and you blocked them on everything.
At a public event you see them across the room. You avoid each other the whole night but at the end you decide to go up to your ex with your new partner. You greet them with a hug and say hello on your way out.
Is that considered polite, or rude?
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Let’s say you have a new boyfriend you’ve been dating for a year now. Your ex from a few years ago (pretty long and significant relationship) took the breakup really hard and also wrote you a letter less than a year ago to get back together. At that point you have already moved on with the new boyfriend. They contacted you a few times and you blocked them on everything.
At a public event you see them across the room. You avoid each other the whole night but at the end you decide to go up to your ex with your new partner. You greet them with a hug and say hello on your way out.
Is that considered polite, or rude?
2024.05.21 15:47 landlocked_throwaway The Sadness is On Me
As the child of middle-American white people, the kind of family that forgot who they were and where they came from once they got here, almost my entire life has been a search for identity. Not in the angsty teenage sense that found so many of us stoned in suburban basements trading minor, unoriginal insights as glorious revelations from barely dipping our toes in the real world. I've never been able to find much out about my paternal lineage, but the past decade or so I'd thrown myself hard into the Irish identity of my mother's family. They aren't overtly or openly Irish, but at least the lineage is apparent and traceable. At times, that identity has given perspective, purpose, and meaning, like the uncomfortable "White Privilege" political discourses at Thanksgiving. Y'know, fun shit like that.
Like a lot of people, I grew up in some fucked up things. I don't think it's of any particular use to itemize or describe those circumstances but I've known much of violence, violation, and a variance of heartbreak. These things are not unique to me.
I've struggled relentlessly with self-worth for most of my life. Since my early childhood. I cannot say it's entirely bad, but I suppose the wonderful times (which have truly been wonderful; I've been afforded some experiences lots of people haven't in life) are still outweighed by the negative. The dark parts are markedly dark and abundant. In the midst of this self-discovery journey, I held out hope for a long time that I would make it back home. Back to see Ireland, the Small Sea...visit the East End of Glasgow to see where my family fled, before they made the trans-Atlantic journey to lose themselves in American identity. Venture to Northern Ireland to see the H-Block, where James Sands starved himself in protest against English occupation. Purpose and dignity in the harsh Atlantic seaboard, where it can be said that there's no sadness quite like a Celtic sadness.
I think of this often when I think about the English word 'home' and the layers of meaning it conjures. How we tie it not just to a building, but to family. Warmth, comfort, safety and security. Those sentiments can all come sprawling forth from those four letters. In Irish Gaelic, there are probably four or five different words for this based on context, and I remember how difficult I found Irish at first because there is no possessive verb meaning 'to have'; things are either at, on, or with you. In English, the word 'sorry' comes from 'sorrow', or more specifically being full of sorrow on account of oneself. Colloquialism and the evolution of language brought us a more direct way to apologize in both menial day-to-day interaction and times we genuinely must feel awful for what we've done. English is like that, full of matter-of-fact efficiency.
To say "I'm sorry" in Irish now, you would say "tá brón orm", which I guess most literally translates to say "sadness is on me". To say you were sad at the moment, you would say "tá mé brónach", more literally "I am sadness".
I think a lot about Ireland lately. You cannot run away from your problems entirely, no, but I do think you can change your environment. I think about history, of people repeatedly forced into economic exile for centuries, losing their language and constantly occupied by foreign rule. There's been a melancholy in how I exist that probably owes a great deal to this lineage but I've failed to see it, much less harness it. I wish I'd taken a more particular and driven interest in the language before it was too late, especially as I don't think there's a more accurate description of what I feel but for how the Irish say 'sorry'.
The sadness is on me.
In Scottish Gaelic, the word 'cianalas' is one of nostalgia, of profound longing and homesickness...in Welsh, 'hiraeth'. In English, the sappy and sentimental of whom I find myself amongst often liken the word 'home' to people. We find a home in someone, in a person who purposefully made a space for us in the last place we expect to find it. There was a time when I had found this. I was too cocky, too smart for my own good, too sure I'd outgrown the fucked up that I'd come from. I thought I fell too far from it to let the wood rot of my family tree creep in.
I didn't just lose my home. There were no tragic circumstances. I acted poorly, disgracefully, selfishly and in bathed in a darkness inside me I never knew I was capable of. I didn't just lose my home, I set it aflame and burned it to nothing, kicking about in the ashes after and I've still got the nerve to live each day tinged with a deeper grief and sadness than I never knew existed. In this life, I am both the Irish and the English.
The sadness is on me.
It's no longer a profound sadness that longs for the fogged beauty of inland bog or rocky sea shore, or the beautiful person who rivaled such wonder. It's a sadness that aches, that has outpaced time to settle deep in my bones before father time could take my joints. It taunts me to look at what I've done, what I've become, in a dark home with dusty mirrors. Stalks me while I walk my dog. It tells me that everything in the world is a loaded gun in my hands and to use it on myself before hurt someone else again. It tells me that I still have potential and that I will waste it all.
I have been a liar, a cheater, a disgrace. I have acted in direct defiance of everything I thought I believed and I never knew I was capable. I don't know of any other way to fix this.
The sadness is on me.
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Like a lot of people, I grew up in some fucked up things. I don't think it's of any particular use to itemize or describe those circumstances but I've known much of violence, violation, and a variance of heartbreak. These things are not unique to me.
I've struggled relentlessly with self-worth for most of my life. Since my early childhood. I cannot say it's entirely bad, but I suppose the wonderful times (which have truly been wonderful; I've been afforded some experiences lots of people haven't in life) are still outweighed by the negative. The dark parts are markedly dark and abundant. In the midst of this self-discovery journey, I held out hope for a long time that I would make it back home. Back to see Ireland, the Small Sea...visit the East End of Glasgow to see where my family fled, before they made the trans-Atlantic journey to lose themselves in American identity. Venture to Northern Ireland to see the H-Block, where James Sands starved himself in protest against English occupation. Purpose and dignity in the harsh Atlantic seaboard, where it can be said that there's no sadness quite like a Celtic sadness.
I think of this often when I think about the English word 'home' and the layers of meaning it conjures. How we tie it not just to a building, but to family. Warmth, comfort, safety and security. Those sentiments can all come sprawling forth from those four letters. In Irish Gaelic, there are probably four or five different words for this based on context, and I remember how difficult I found Irish at first because there is no possessive verb meaning 'to have'; things are either at, on, or with you. In English, the word 'sorry' comes from 'sorrow', or more specifically being full of sorrow on account of oneself. Colloquialism and the evolution of language brought us a more direct way to apologize in both menial day-to-day interaction and times we genuinely must feel awful for what we've done. English is like that, full of matter-of-fact efficiency.
To say "I'm sorry" in Irish now, you would say "tá brón orm", which I guess most literally translates to say "sadness is on me". To say you were sad at the moment, you would say "tá mé brónach", more literally "I am sadness".
I think a lot about Ireland lately. You cannot run away from your problems entirely, no, but I do think you can change your environment. I think about history, of people repeatedly forced into economic exile for centuries, losing their language and constantly occupied by foreign rule. There's been a melancholy in how I exist that probably owes a great deal to this lineage but I've failed to see it, much less harness it. I wish I'd taken a more particular and driven interest in the language before it was too late, especially as I don't think there's a more accurate description of what I feel but for how the Irish say 'sorry'.
The sadness is on me.
In Scottish Gaelic, the word 'cianalas' is one of nostalgia, of profound longing and homesickness...in Welsh, 'hiraeth'. In English, the sappy and sentimental of whom I find myself amongst often liken the word 'home' to people. We find a home in someone, in a person who purposefully made a space for us in the last place we expect to find it. There was a time when I had found this. I was too cocky, too smart for my own good, too sure I'd outgrown the fucked up that I'd come from. I thought I fell too far from it to let the wood rot of my family tree creep in.
I didn't just lose my home. There were no tragic circumstances. I acted poorly, disgracefully, selfishly and in bathed in a darkness inside me I never knew I was capable of. I didn't just lose my home, I set it aflame and burned it to nothing, kicking about in the ashes after and I've still got the nerve to live each day tinged with a deeper grief and sadness than I never knew existed. In this life, I am both the Irish and the English.
The sadness is on me.
It's no longer a profound sadness that longs for the fogged beauty of inland bog or rocky sea shore, or the beautiful person who rivaled such wonder. It's a sadness that aches, that has outpaced time to settle deep in my bones before father time could take my joints. It taunts me to look at what I've done, what I've become, in a dark home with dusty mirrors. Stalks me while I walk my dog. It tells me that everything in the world is a loaded gun in my hands and to use it on myself before hurt someone else again. It tells me that I still have potential and that I will waste it all.
I have been a liar, a cheater, a disgrace. I have acted in direct defiance of everything I thought I believed and I never knew I was capable. I don't know of any other way to fix this.
The sadness is on me.
2024.05.21 15:24 pohltergiest Boaty boaty mcfloaty all the way north
 | Today started gentler than expected, both of us awake before the alarm. I forgot how early first light is, already the city was waking up in the dim blue of the predawn. We brushed our teeth and got dressed and muttered about how ridiculous it was that we needed to be at the ferry terminal an hour early. They weren't going to check anything besides our tickets, but then again, we've heard worse stories about dumber technicalities. Just after 430 we were outside and a few minutes later we were away. submitted by pohltergiest to RainbowRamenRide [link] [comments] The city in the morning was mostly quiet, a few trucks rumbling on the highway. Luckily the forecasted rain had already ended, I had fully expected to have the added misery of being wet and cold to the headache of being up too early. We arrived somewhat breathless to the ferry terminal, a giant ferry awaiting us. Lines and lines of heavy trucks were waiting their turn to load while lots of cars were also waiting. Looks like everyone took the hour before rule seriously. An attendant looked at our QR codes and told us to put a sign that he gave us on our bikes and put them to the side while we waited for general boarding, which was in 45 minutes. Grumbling, we parked our bikes and went inside the terminal. The terminal was simple but clean, I double checked the reservation with someone at a computer as I had nothing better to do. Upstairs there was a small gift shop where we bought a box of cookies for our upcoming host. Seemed like we should try to get them something from a region they're not from, though I'm sure they'll appreciate the sentiment. The cookies do look tasty though. We shared a drink from a machine and stared out the window, a little dazed. Framed tourism posters were hung about the space, one for each region in Japan. I initially thought they were anime posters, but it seems that's just how ads are made. Maybe one inspired the other. Eventually it was time to board, we were the last as is usual when we're biking. We walked our bikes up the ramp to the second deck and were ushered to one side where after we had removed our bags our bikes were wrapped in blankets and secured to the wall. We thanked them and headed into the ferry. The third deck had a check in counter where we got a key to our room, which was a private room but not facing the ocean. We only wanted the room to nap in, so that was fine. The third deck had bunk rooms as well as a room where you just got a section of the floor, while the fourth deck had the private rooms, the ones facing in like ours and the more expensive ones facing out. The fifth deck had the deluxe rooms as well as the suites (which I don't think were even available to rent). We plunked down our bags and I went back to sleep. I found the rocking motion of the ship rather soothing while laying down, and settled into a light nap for a few hours. Around 830, both of us needed something to eat, so we went to explore the ship's amenities. We found the cafe, which had a disappointingly small selection of things to eat. We later would find out that the restaurant that serves breakfast did not open, probably leading to a run on the pastries. We got a cookie and coffee and sat at a table, watching the waves go by. Bryce informed me that he gets seasick around this time, leading me to ask him why he wanted to do this then. He just likes boats I guess. After breakfast we wandered around to see the amenities. We found the grill restaurant that was more expensive than we cared to spend on, a small arcade with machines from the 80's, some air hockey tables (the sports corner), a theatre with a 10am showing of Tom and Jerry, some vending machines (ice cream time), the onsens, a yellowed smoking room straight out of 1994, a business corner, and a kids corner with blocks. I wanted to play with the blocks but didn't. They would never understand. Also kids are gross and I'm sick enough already. Overall, the same as anything else we've seen in Japan, a relic of the 80's, still spotless, still running, but at 10% capacity. More employees than you can shake a stick at, all doing their very best job. I felt a little ill after writing for awhile so I went to go lay down while Bryce went to the arcade, promising to nobody in particular that he was going to wait til lunch to crack open a cold one. I said I didn't care but good luck with that as I went back to bed. Being horizontal with nowhere to go felt good for awhile. I had a lot of writing to catch up on. Towards lunch I got up and found Bryce in front of a slot machine with a strong zero in his hand. I said nothing about the pre lunch drink, but asked if he won anything. One of the machines you could spin all you like, so we did that for awhile. There was one machine that looked fun, so I played a top down shooter for awhile while Bryce tried his luck at some godawful prize machine full of dusty crap. Eventually the restaurant opened for lunch and we filed. There was a 25th anniversary ramen available, and we both got that, along with a croissant. The ramen was pretty good, I found the shio broth comforting. The croissant was because it didn't fill us up enough. After lunch I was in the mood for a bath. An onsen on a ship felt like a luxury I wanted to try and I thought it would be restful. Bryce had no interest in trying his luck at hiding his tattoos, I didn't care if I got kicked out at this point. What're they gonna do, tell me to get off at the next stop? I did what I always do, hold a hand towel over my arm and mind my business. As expected, not many people were using the bath after lunch and I had it to myself aside from a mother and her babbling toddler who only spent a few minutes there. The bath had a view of the mountains of hokkaido in the distance, and Hakodate a little closer. It was a neat sight to be in a hot open bath while watching the ocean go by. The rest of the ship was whatever but this was nice. I did a few laps of the bath and cold water, and sat in the steam room, hoping the hot air would somehow cure my ailments. I got a chance to properly wash my hair, which had become just fouled from all the road dust, sweat, and body oils that had built up. Gross. I don't usually shampoo as I don't usually need to, but once a week or so I definitely need it while on the road. After the onsen I went to go see how Bryce was doing, happily reading his book in a chair by the ocean. He accompanied me to the room to lay down for awhile, the hot water and sloshing of the rough seas making me feel a little ill again. In our room, we heard a faraway bang like we hit something. I'm sure it's nothing. The ship sure seemed like it was leaning more to one side though. We didn't do too much else for the rest of the ride, we did a few more laps of the ship trying to find more things. We did find the forward saloon, which sounds wild but is merely a room facing forward with comfy couches. Unfortunately all the windows are blocked off, so the room is a little pointless other than a private space to talk or read in a dim room. The ship overall was comfortable, but I definitely got a little nauseated from the rough seas. The ship finally docked, late, and we were let out to the open air of Hokkaido. It's a bit chilly here! I immediately noticed the change in air, it's less humid for sure. It will be a shift to go back to cool temperatures but a welcome one. Nights in the tent should be much less sticky at least! Good thing we still have our biking tights, riding in just shorts is pretty cold here in the evening. Truthfully though the cool temperatures is better for biking and I wasn't really enjoying the heat, so this is a welcome surprise. We docked at the east port of Tomakomai, which meant we had to bike into the city where we planned to stay another night. I needed another really solid sleep to finally kick this illness, so one more hotel night before we braved the wilderness south of Sapporo. We braced ourselves and headed west, directly into a heavy crosswind that was some of the steadiest and toughest wind we've seen yet. It swept right over the flat grassy areas on the coast, really reminding us of the prairies. Everything is so spread out here compared to the rest of the country, I wonder if Sapporo is like this too. After a rough push through the wind on roads that were somewhat falling apart from the truck traffic and a lack of maintenance, we got to a town about halfway. The nausea from the boat was getting to me and we were both too hungry to go further without a bite to eat. Luckily Hokkaido has their own brand of conbinis and we were more than happy to see some new products. We got their take on fried chicken, some Hokkaido grown potato wedges and some soft drinks we hadn't seen yet. The wedges were great, the chicken was good and one of the drinks was terrible. Sour bubbly water with no flavor. What's the point? Biking further into the city now, we rode over bumpy roads on very wide, very long roads designed entirely for cars in mind. Don't get me wrong the bike path was nice but the distances between buildings reminded me again of the prairies. It takes forever to get anywhere! I might find the streets of Hokkaido a little dull if things are this spread out, but then again we couldn't even scratch the surface of things before so maybe we won't feel like we're missing out as much. We stopped twice for bike parts, Bryce getting a new tube to hold on reserve, I got a spoke wrench that I'm excited to try out. My rear wheel should be well tensioned, so I can go off of that. Next we headed to the hotel. We debated laundry tonight, but ultimately there were a few too many things to do and I'd rather enjoy myself, get to bed on time and then get up and do laundry over breakfast tomorrow. The hotel was lovely enough, with little surprises for later. First we needed a proper dinner. Barbecue was on the mind, but we landed up at an izakaya. We ordered edamame, a green salad, chicken wings, a plate of assorted skewers and more hokkaido potatoes. The potatoes, again, were far and away the best part of the meal. The company was a group of red-faced salarymen watching a baseball game along with the rest of the staff who were also eagerly watching the action. The Izakaya had all sorts of baseball accoutrements which made watching fun. Normally I'd rather peel off my fingernails one by one then watch baseball, but with some friendly folks letting me know when to be excited with their cheering I can enjoy it. As we were leaving one man gave us some lemon candies he had and Bryce surprised him by having maple candies for everyone in the building, much to their delight. Bryce needed to recoat his jacket, so we went to a parking lot and did that under a streetlight. It would need to dry overnight, another reason to do the laundry in the morning. I wanted a piece of the onsen on the top level. Inside there were three baths, two hot and one cold, with one of the hot baths being outside. I luxuriated outside by myself for some time in the cool air, as well as the hot bath indoors in the wood panelled room, and a sauna with a tv inside! All very nice. I took advantage of the cleaners and lotions available, and the freezer full of popsicles outside the onsen. Back in the room, there was a fruit jelly waiting for us in the fridge which we enjoyed, a strawberry puree. But the treats weren't over yet, from 930-11pm we could enjoy the hotel's original late night ramen. Now this isn't something I want to have late at night normally, but this is exactly the kind of thing that makes me smile. Time limited free food? I'll set an alarm. The soup itself was nothing special, but the presentation and the fact I could have it in hotel jammies made it all the better. Truly, a good rest day. I could have done without the 20km ride in the wind, but I can't have everything I guess. |
2024.05.21 15:19 sloaneysbaloneys Neighbor Abandoned House?
I hope I don't sound like an asshole here. I've got a neighbor next to me who's kind of a weird guy with an even more bizarre girlfriend (she has lots of strange side businesses, but seems to end up sued in the end after she cuts and runs). He lost his job in Feb/March.
Anyway, since moving in, they've never touched their lawn, and after the drought we had last year, the entire yard wound up dying. Anything that was left, was killed by the leaves he never raked in the fall. A lot of that is likely due to the neighbors prior who planted grass that had to be watered constantly and was maintained by a lawn service, so the yard was weak to begin with. Now nature is taking it back and weeds are growing in its place. Big ones. Which is attracting some new animals. We had a big storm come through, they lost a lot of branches, so we cleaned them up because they were blocking the sidewalk. That was when we realized we haven't seen them in a while.
They normally use their garage for cars, but for the last 2-3 weeks (maybe more?) their car has been in their driveway and the same package sits on their porch. I don't know if they've just abandoned the house and left? I'm worried because of the cut-and-run shady business history that the same thing is happening to the house and it's going to attract criminals or squatters. Something similar happened to a house at the end of the street a few years ago and it turned into a drug den.
I would file a city ordinance report, but they'll just send a letter. Which the neighbors won't receive, because they're gone. I think.
If they're not gone, then I'm very concerned whoever is in the house is dead. The car in the driveway has me a little nervous, I find it odd that they would leave behind a Mercedes. He sold his truck, the only other vehicle was a muscle car that they either took or is still sitting in the garage.
Do I call the police and have them do a welfare check?
Update: Had a welfare check done. Police went around the property, looked in all the windows. It appears no one is home.
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Anyway, since moving in, they've never touched their lawn, and after the drought we had last year, the entire yard wound up dying. Anything that was left, was killed by the leaves he never raked in the fall. A lot of that is likely due to the neighbors prior who planted grass that had to be watered constantly and was maintained by a lawn service, so the yard was weak to begin with. Now nature is taking it back and weeds are growing in its place. Big ones. Which is attracting some new animals. We had a big storm come through, they lost a lot of branches, so we cleaned them up because they were blocking the sidewalk. That was when we realized we haven't seen them in a while.
They normally use their garage for cars, but for the last 2-3 weeks (maybe more?) their car has been in their driveway and the same package sits on their porch. I don't know if they've just abandoned the house and left? I'm worried because of the cut-and-run shady business history that the same thing is happening to the house and it's going to attract criminals or squatters. Something similar happened to a house at the end of the street a few years ago and it turned into a drug den.
I would file a city ordinance report, but they'll just send a letter. Which the neighbors won't receive, because they're gone. I think.
If they're not gone, then I'm very concerned whoever is in the house is dead. The car in the driveway has me a little nervous, I find it odd that they would leave behind a Mercedes. He sold his truck, the only other vehicle was a muscle car that they either took or is still sitting in the garage.
Do I call the police and have them do a welfare check?
Update: Had a welfare check done. Police went around the property, looked in all the windows. It appears no one is home.
2024.05.21 14:58 ProfessionalWalk3370 opened onlyfans on work wifi
So I was on Instagram 4 hours ago in the bathroom and saw a model on it who's name I wanted to remember whilst forgetting im connected to work wifi on my personal device. When the the link opened it was a blocked site and the dread inside me ensued. I've had that come up before for opening gambling websites multiple times before and never have had a someone talk to me, although this is different (id like mention my employers don't really like me aswell which is also very concerning). For starters its a open wifi (only workers can be in range for, im not sure how many actually use it) and from memory I never had to put a username/password in (even if I did I would've just spammed letters) I work in a 24hour warehouse with over 900 employees (if found out ill be a social pariah if not fired), is it possible this could be traced back to me via ip address or phone blah blah blah? There is multiple different wifis available some are locked by passwords im presuming for those on the computers in logistics and IT Currently having a panic attack. (I know this has been asked before im just stressing, and to those before me this has happened too on Reddit did the people end up updating with never being caught)
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2024.05.21 14:31 luckyboardbabe Need ideas for how to blend old tattoo into leg work
 | How can I make the text on my upper thigh blend with the rest of my thigh? Open to any possibilities submitted by luckyboardbabe to TattooDesigns [link] [comments] I’ve been getting my leg done into a sleeve. Calf work is super old, we’ve been working on my thigh first. I like how it’s coming along except hate how my existing thigh tattoos are clashing with the rest. The script on my upper thigh and the grave stone circled with stones on the outer thigh are both old tattoos. The script is what really bothers me. My artist thinks we should cover it with black dahlias. Although that might be nice and would surely cover it I think it might look like too much going on and also the many lines would be super painful in that area near my groin. For that reason my mind keeps going toward blacking it out and fading towards my inner thigh. I’ve also considered putting like a band of some kind around my whole upper thigh with a design that could hide the letters. Any ideas? |
2024.05.21 14:26 Ok_Bug4810 1976 Cutlas Supreme 442
 | My dad had one of these. It was a great ride. Wish we had kept it. He sold it before i was of age to drive it and bought himself his dream car, a Lincoln Towncar. submitted by Ok_Bug4810 to musclecar [link] [comments] |
2024.05.21 14:18 planet_alex I went to a fancy men's salon, and the owner shamed me while on the chair saying the neighborhood I moved in to was poor.
Tldr: I went to a fancy local barbershop and a guy there shamed me for moving into the neighborhood he called a local red zone. Lost me as a customer after only one visit.
So, I moved into what I would consider to be a decent neighborhood. (Considering where I am from)
My first home. I'm proud. So there's a barbershop two blocks down and I noticed they employ a particular kind of barber. Lots of tattoos, not alot of clothes. They call it "men's salon" So I'm sitting there, eager to meet new people and when you tell people you just move in, there's lots of options for conversations.
So I'm talking to the lady and it's typical banter, glad to be here, we love the neighborhood.
So the guy notices me talking and comes near us and starts sweeping. I mentioned earlier that I lived down the street, so that maybe they would catch on I could be a good regular. (Walking distance barber? Jackpot) nearly naked ladies cutting hair... I'm in.
So, he goes "you said you bought a house down [this] road?" I'm like yea... he says " isn't that a red zone" Now mind you... I'm originally from an actual red zone. (Long story) So I kind of got confused I mean, I met all my neighbors, all retired. They all seem to own several houses on the block so it's super quiet here. Bunch of air BNB's couple kids playing basketball.
So I said.... doesn't seem too bad. I hadn't noticed anything. I'm from an area relatively famous for car jackings, shootings and gangs... All I hear is bugs and birds.
Then he says "your daughter go to school at such and such" He looks at the lady cutting my hair and goes "isn't that a uniform school?"
So at this point I'm like fuck this guy. He starts bad mouthing the whole city, saying it's basically a college town with no college.
I felt like shit. I was 3 days into this neighborhood. I really liked it.
Why did he shit on my parade?
I haven't gone back in 3 years. I walk past there all the time and I hate them. It's like 50$ for a haircut anyway. And the lady there is a freaking wizard with a scissor. I don't see his car anymore. Maybe I will stop in again.
That's no way to treat a potential long term customer.
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So, I moved into what I would consider to be a decent neighborhood. (Considering where I am from)
My first home. I'm proud. So there's a barbershop two blocks down and I noticed they employ a particular kind of barber. Lots of tattoos, not alot of clothes. They call it "men's salon" So I'm sitting there, eager to meet new people and when you tell people you just move in, there's lots of options for conversations.
So I'm talking to the lady and it's typical banter, glad to be here, we love the neighborhood.
So the guy notices me talking and comes near us and starts sweeping. I mentioned earlier that I lived down the street, so that maybe they would catch on I could be a good regular. (Walking distance barber? Jackpot) nearly naked ladies cutting hair... I'm in.
So, he goes "you said you bought a house down [this] road?" I'm like yea... he says " isn't that a red zone" Now mind you... I'm originally from an actual red zone. (Long story) So I kind of got confused I mean, I met all my neighbors, all retired. They all seem to own several houses on the block so it's super quiet here. Bunch of air BNB's couple kids playing basketball.
So I said.... doesn't seem too bad. I hadn't noticed anything. I'm from an area relatively famous for car jackings, shootings and gangs... All I hear is bugs and birds.
Then he says "your daughter go to school at such and such" He looks at the lady cutting my hair and goes "isn't that a uniform school?"
So at this point I'm like fuck this guy. He starts bad mouthing the whole city, saying it's basically a college town with no college.
I felt like shit. I was 3 days into this neighborhood. I really liked it.
Why did he shit on my parade?
I haven't gone back in 3 years. I walk past there all the time and I hate them. It's like 50$ for a haircut anyway. And the lady there is a freaking wizard with a scissor. I don't see his car anymore. Maybe I will stop in again.
That's no way to treat a potential long term customer.
2024.05.21 14:14 Snowhite61 Interesting experience watching myself sleep in focus 10
I’ve had the most interesting experience happen more than once. Very often when I go to bed, I move to focus 10 to help relax. I had several instances of falling asleep with my mind awake, therefore, giving me the ability to watch myself sleep. That is very interesting. But the most interesting thing was last night I was watching myself sleep, and all of a sudden images of baby blocks, numbers and letters started appearing before my eyes. It was just running past me like a display. That I slept a little while longer, and wondered if something like that happened again if perhaps it was a dream of some kind and to see if I could interact with it. And it happened again, but it was the baby blocks. I was unable to. What I’m wondering is was that an actual dream from when I was a baby? I didn’t feel anything about the blocks except for interest. But I wasn’t able to interact with them at all. It could have been a crib mobile. I don’t think it was something that I was playing with. If that’s true that is an incredible reminders that we really do encode absolutely everything.
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2024.05.21 13:33 ExpertLeopard5950 Missing Person Leonard Ivory Chicago
 | https://preview.redd.it/q0cijbpumr1d1.png?width=292&format=png&auto=webp&s=06087a48a4a98a04c3bd8f8927da6c6497deb497 submitted by ExpertLeopard5950 to ResolveUnseen [link] [comments] MISSING PERSON Sent: 2024-05-20 @ 20:56 Case: JH271302 Last Name LEONARD First Name IVORY Age 31 Gender MALE Height 509 Weight 163 Eyes BROWN Hair BLACK Complexion DARK Race BLACK Last Contact 20-APR-2024 Marks TATTOO – CROSS RIGHT SHOULDER The above missing person was last seen at his residence in the 2500 block of W Potomac Ave. Anyone with information is asked to please contact Area 5 Detectives at (312) 746-6554 or call 911. |
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2024.05.21 13:10 lucialetaf Unemployment benefits for a EU volunteer?
Guten Tag!
I am looking for some advice regarding my employment situation in the near future. I moved to Germany just 1 year ago and don’t speak the language, therefore I’m really struggling to navigate some paperwork procedures.
I am a EU citizen and employed full-time in Berlin since August 2023. I have recently started feeling like I don’t have a future in my current field and even took out a 6-week mental health related sick leave to manage my burnout and figure things out. I decided to try my luck with something completely new and applied for volunteering positions through the European Solidarity Corps. I got accepted for a 10-month long program in France that starts on October 1 this year. This means I have to temporarily move to France at the end of September and therefore hand in a resignation letter 1 month in advance like my job contract requires.
My main question is whether I am eligible for any German unemployment benefits during my voluntary service. I am aware that people usually get blocked from unemployment benefits if they quit their job on their own initiative which is what I have to do anyway… My main concern is the health insurance. The French volunteering organisation requires me to have a European Health Insurance Card (EHIC). I currently already have one since I am insured with TK, but my income as a volunteer will be very limited and therefore I don’t think I can afford to keep paying for TK after I have left my job here in Berlin and lost my employer’s contribution to it.
I have sent a letter to the Arbeitsagentur with this information and will also try to call them tomorrow with a German speaking friend. I am just wondering if anyone has been in a similar situation or has any general advice. Vielen dank!
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I am looking for some advice regarding my employment situation in the near future. I moved to Germany just 1 year ago and don’t speak the language, therefore I’m really struggling to navigate some paperwork procedures.
I am a EU citizen and employed full-time in Berlin since August 2023. I have recently started feeling like I don’t have a future in my current field and even took out a 6-week mental health related sick leave to manage my burnout and figure things out. I decided to try my luck with something completely new and applied for volunteering positions through the European Solidarity Corps. I got accepted for a 10-month long program in France that starts on October 1 this year. This means I have to temporarily move to France at the end of September and therefore hand in a resignation letter 1 month in advance like my job contract requires.
My main question is whether I am eligible for any German unemployment benefits during my voluntary service. I am aware that people usually get blocked from unemployment benefits if they quit their job on their own initiative which is what I have to do anyway… My main concern is the health insurance. The French volunteering organisation requires me to have a European Health Insurance Card (EHIC). I currently already have one since I am insured with TK, but my income as a volunteer will be very limited and therefore I don’t think I can afford to keep paying for TK after I have left my job here in Berlin and lost my employer’s contribution to it.
I have sent a letter to the Arbeitsagentur with this information and will also try to call them tomorrow with a German speaking friend. I am just wondering if anyone has been in a similar situation or has any general advice. Vielen dank!
2024.05.21 12:28 skippoffools TN Right to Farm in regards to deed restrictions
Any opinions on whether a county judge may consider our farm exempt under the TN Right to Farm Act?
My wife and I purchased a house in Monroe county TN in 2022 with 1.5 acres with the intent to start a small market farm, selling vegetables and flower to farmers market and direct to consumers.
18 months into living here, setting up 1/2 acre garden, and getting approved for a $20k grant to build 2 large high tunnels, my neighbor (previous owner) presented me with deed restrictions he placed on the property in 2007 when he sold it.
We were told the property had no restrictions when we purchased it, and I have a legal document from the seller (different guy than who placed restrictions) stating there are no restrictions or HOAs.
The neighbor who placed the restrictions had his lawyer send me a letter stating we would be in violation if we construct the high tunnels and/or operate a business on the property.
I would like to make a claim for declaratory judgment allowing us to farm under the TN Right to Farm Act T.C.A. § 43-26-101 et. seq. High tunnels are also generally defined as “temporary structures” and should be allowed even if not exclusively exempt under the Right to Farm Act.
Below is the language from the deed restrictions.
This conveyance is made SUBJECT to all visible easements or rights-of-way, whether private or public and is further made SUBJECT to the following RESTRICTIONS and COVENANTS:
LAND USE: This property may be used only for residential purposes, with one (1) single-family dwelling permitted. The above tract shall not be subdivided into additional lots or tracts. Under no circumstances will the residence be used to house individuals involved with drug rehabilitation, a half-way house for paroled prisoners or as a residence for homeless or victims of communicable diseases.
OUTBUILDINGS and SWIMMING POOLS: New or rebuilt outbuildings shall be restricted to residential type tool houses, garages, bath houses, or equipment buildings which shall be for the use only of the occupants of the residence. All outbuildings must be either stone, brick, stucco, block, vinyl or wood siding. All outbuildings that are to be built shall have roofs that are wood, metal, asphalt or fiberglass shingles or slate. In-ground and above ground swimming pools shall be located in the rear of the residence.
RESIDENTIAL STRUCTURES: If the need arises to rebuild the home, the dwelling shall have a minimum 1,400 square feet o f heated and air-conditioned living space, excluding garages, porches, and heated basements; multi-levels shall have a minimum of 1,400 square feet on the first ground level at the highest elevation, which shall be heated and air conditioned living space.
EXTERIOR MATERIAL COMPOSITION: If the need arises to rebuild the home, exterior walls must be either stone, brick, stucco, vinyl or wood construction. Metallic siding or equal materials can be used in wood areas for structures such as eaves, soffits, and facia. Roof materials shall be wood, metal or fiberglass singles, or slate.
BUILDING LOCATION: No new buildings (or rebuilt structures) shall be built closer than 25 feet from any boundary line of the property.
ANIMALS: Dogs, cats and other household pets may be raised, and kept on the lot except for commercial purposes. The intent is to restrict the use of these animals for family use and enjoyment, and to specifically prohibit feed lots, horses, cattle, poultry, hogs, or other animals that would interfere with the residential development of this property.
RESIDENTIAL STRUCTURES: Mobile homes, manufactured homes, camping trailers, tents, temporary structures, factory built pre-fabricated homes, modular homes and transported or movable homes, are specifically prohibited to be used for temporary or permanent housing. Prefabricated structural units such as trusses or panels are permitted.
WASTE MANAGEMENT: Any garbage or trash containers shall be located on the rear of the residence. No burning of trash, rubbish, garbage, or refuse shall be allowed. No individual sewage-disposal shall be permitted on this lot unless such system is designed, located and constructed in accordance with the state and local health authorities. Approval of such systems as installed shall be obtained from such authorities.
DUMPING: The property shall not be used as a dumping ground for trash, rubbish, junk or garbage, and shall not be used for the storage of junk vehicles.
OIL and MINING OPERATIONS: No quarrying or mining operations of any kind shall be permitted upon or in this lot, nor shall oil wells, tanks, tunnels, mineral excavations or shafts be permitted on this lot.
ENFORCEMENT: Enforcement shall be by the proceedings at law or equity by the Grantors, or their lineal descendants, against any person or persons violating or attempting to violate any covenant either to restrain violation, or to recover damages.
TERM: These covenants are to run with the land and shall be binding on all parties and on all persons claiming under them for a period of 50 years from the date of this instrument.
NUISANCES: No business operations shall be conducted on the premises, except in-house child care not designated as a child care center, certified public accountants, traveling salesmen, using the home as an in-house office, etc. No noxious or offensive activity shall be carried on which may become annoying to the neighborhood. No illegal activities may be conducted on the premises
SIGNS : No sign of any kind shall be displayed on this lot except one (1) professional sign of not more than two (2) square feet, one sign of not more than five (5) square feet advertising the property for sale or rent, or signs used by a builder to advertise the property during construction and sales.
SEVERABILITY: Invalidation of any one of these covenants by judgment of a Court of competent jurisdiction shall not affect any of the other provisions which shall remain in full force and effect.
TO HAVE AND TO HOLD the said real estate, with the appurtenances, estate
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My wife and I purchased a house in Monroe county TN in 2022 with 1.5 acres with the intent to start a small market farm, selling vegetables and flower to farmers market and direct to consumers.
18 months into living here, setting up 1/2 acre garden, and getting approved for a $20k grant to build 2 large high tunnels, my neighbor (previous owner) presented me with deed restrictions he placed on the property in 2007 when he sold it.
We were told the property had no restrictions when we purchased it, and I have a legal document from the seller (different guy than who placed restrictions) stating there are no restrictions or HOAs.
The neighbor who placed the restrictions had his lawyer send me a letter stating we would be in violation if we construct the high tunnels and/or operate a business on the property.
I would like to make a claim for declaratory judgment allowing us to farm under the TN Right to Farm Act T.C.A. § 43-26-101 et. seq. High tunnels are also generally defined as “temporary structures” and should be allowed even if not exclusively exempt under the Right to Farm Act.
Below is the language from the deed restrictions.
This conveyance is made SUBJECT to all visible easements or rights-of-way, whether private or public and is further made SUBJECT to the following RESTRICTIONS and COVENANTS:
LAND USE: This property may be used only for residential purposes, with one (1) single-family dwelling permitted. The above tract shall not be subdivided into additional lots or tracts. Under no circumstances will the residence be used to house individuals involved with drug rehabilitation, a half-way house for paroled prisoners or as a residence for homeless or victims of communicable diseases.
OUTBUILDINGS and SWIMMING POOLS: New or rebuilt outbuildings shall be restricted to residential type tool houses, garages, bath houses, or equipment buildings which shall be for the use only of the occupants of the residence. All outbuildings must be either stone, brick, stucco, block, vinyl or wood siding. All outbuildings that are to be built shall have roofs that are wood, metal, asphalt or fiberglass shingles or slate. In-ground and above ground swimming pools shall be located in the rear of the residence.
RESIDENTIAL STRUCTURES: If the need arises to rebuild the home, the dwelling shall have a minimum 1,400 square feet o f heated and air-conditioned living space, excluding garages, porches, and heated basements; multi-levels shall have a minimum of 1,400 square feet on the first ground level at the highest elevation, which shall be heated and air conditioned living space.
EXTERIOR MATERIAL COMPOSITION: If the need arises to rebuild the home, exterior walls must be either stone, brick, stucco, vinyl or wood construction. Metallic siding or equal materials can be used in wood areas for structures such as eaves, soffits, and facia. Roof materials shall be wood, metal or fiberglass singles, or slate.
BUILDING LOCATION: No new buildings (or rebuilt structures) shall be built closer than 25 feet from any boundary line of the property.
ANIMALS: Dogs, cats and other household pets may be raised, and kept on the lot except for commercial purposes. The intent is to restrict the use of these animals for family use and enjoyment, and to specifically prohibit feed lots, horses, cattle, poultry, hogs, or other animals that would interfere with the residential development of this property.
RESIDENTIAL STRUCTURES: Mobile homes, manufactured homes, camping trailers, tents, temporary structures, factory built pre-fabricated homes, modular homes and transported or movable homes, are specifically prohibited to be used for temporary or permanent housing. Prefabricated structural units such as trusses or panels are permitted.
WASTE MANAGEMENT: Any garbage or trash containers shall be located on the rear of the residence. No burning of trash, rubbish, garbage, or refuse shall be allowed. No individual sewage-disposal shall be permitted on this lot unless such system is designed, located and constructed in accordance with the state and local health authorities. Approval of such systems as installed shall be obtained from such authorities.
DUMPING: The property shall not be used as a dumping ground for trash, rubbish, junk or garbage, and shall not be used for the storage of junk vehicles.
OIL and MINING OPERATIONS: No quarrying or mining operations of any kind shall be permitted upon or in this lot, nor shall oil wells, tanks, tunnels, mineral excavations or shafts be permitted on this lot.
ENFORCEMENT: Enforcement shall be by the proceedings at law or equity by the Grantors, or their lineal descendants, against any person or persons violating or attempting to violate any covenant either to restrain violation, or to recover damages.
TERM: These covenants are to run with the land and shall be binding on all parties and on all persons claiming under them for a period of 50 years from the date of this instrument.
NUISANCES: No business operations shall be conducted on the premises, except in-house child care not designated as a child care center, certified public accountants, traveling salesmen, using the home as an in-house office, etc. No noxious or offensive activity shall be carried on which may become annoying to the neighborhood. No illegal activities may be conducted on the premises
SIGNS : No sign of any kind shall be displayed on this lot except one (1) professional sign of not more than two (2) square feet, one sign of not more than five (5) square feet advertising the property for sale or rent, or signs used by a builder to advertise the property during construction and sales.
SEVERABILITY: Invalidation of any one of these covenants by judgment of a Court of competent jurisdiction shall not affect any of the other provisions which shall remain in full force and effect.
TO HAVE AND TO HOLD the said real estate, with the appurtenances, estate
2024.05.21 12:25 EnigmaReads The narcisissm is pissing me off
I'm in the process of emailing potential PIs and was looking for tips online to refine my email structure when I came across a lengthy post on a certain academic subreddit. Essentially, professors are whining about receiving generic cold emails, but what truly sets me off is the blatant racism and lack of empathy. These comments are from a discussion among professors: "I just ignore them; they are just trying to escape their countries." "You're so kind to bother replying; I just block and delete." There are lots of other rude comments about international students, some mentioning specific countries and even making fun of the "broken English." I'm sorry but who exactly do you think you are, and how long ago were you graduate students that you are so incredibly out of touch?
I understand that spamming professors with generic emails is disrespectful, annoying, and appears desperate; But a good number of us are taking the time to read your papers and write individual emails, because we do not have unlimited resources to apply to a million different PhD programs worldwide. We need to find out if our particular skillset is useful in your lab and if there is space for us. I cannot request a trillion letters of recommendation from my professors. I do not have $100k lying around that I can freely spend on grad program fees either. And What gives you the right to comment on an applicant's home country? TF you mean "they're just trying to get out?" I am incredibly frustrated and angry with this system that has placed my career at the mercy of such egomaniac douchebags. I'm going to take a break from emailing for now. Anyways, thank you for reading, this is my favorite subreddit.
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I understand that spamming professors with generic emails is disrespectful, annoying, and appears desperate; But a good number of us are taking the time to read your papers and write individual emails, because we do not have unlimited resources to apply to a million different PhD programs worldwide. We need to find out if our particular skillset is useful in your lab and if there is space for us. I cannot request a trillion letters of recommendation from my professors. I do not have $100k lying around that I can freely spend on grad program fees either. And What gives you the right to comment on an applicant's home country? TF you mean "they're just trying to get out?" I am incredibly frustrated and angry with this system that has placed my career at the mercy of such egomaniac douchebags. I'm going to take a break from emailing for now. Anyways, thank you for reading, this is my favorite subreddit.