There He Go

brother just yanked me along for a car ride all over town to deliver handmade treats to half of his friends and sure I'll pretend with you. I'll crawl into an old skin of mine for you. Anyway the point here is that we get to the last house and he goes "yeah she's kinda angry with me right now, rightfully so. You deliver this one" and well she was my friend too back when I lived here

so I go and deliver the scones (which a, it's adorable that my brother made treats for his friends because he's not really into baking or anything, and b, it's doubly adorable because this friend goes nuts over our homemade scones) and she was so happy to see me!! and we had a happy moment!!

anyway my brother is adorable and it's so awesome and wholesome of him to like. specifically make specific treats for a friend who's not even talking to him at the moment. and concoct an elaborate plan of "drag the older sister along for no reason at all so friend can feel comfortable accepting the scones and maybe sister will cheer up friend while she's at it but don't tell sister about any of this until we are in friend's driveway"

Merry Christmas, at least there are still some people who do neat things like that. How amazing that I get to be his sibling.

hey fellas! it's real life! means you get sick sometimes 🙃

am sick

im very glad to exist in a world where i can eat cereal

Read books guys

I'm telling you. Read books. There's an entire world of dead useful knowledge contained. There are so many books that have a TON of useful information while also being easier to read than textbooks.

Listen, I know the internet's gone to pieces. Misinformation is practically the only thing you can be certain of with any search engine.

But books.

I mean yeah, there are books that are inaccurate. Or outdated. But for the most part, if someone cares enough to compile so much information on a subject together into a book, they care enough to make sure it's right. After all, it's not so easy to edit it like a blog once it's published. They're not spending so much time and labor putting together random units of information they stumbled across on the internet. They're doing this with genuine research and careful time and knowledge.

Let me emphasize one more time that there are so many books with real information that are NOT COLLEGE TEXTBOOKS (though those can be incredible sources of information too!). There is real information out there in very easy to process formats if you're willing to open a book and thumb through the index, table of contents, or even just all the pages.

...I mean, it does require us to care a little bit. It's certainly not as fast and convenient as a quick internet search. But it is so much more reliable, and if you care to know more about a subject I think it's important to care enough to get some solid information about it and not just a once-and-done.

Side note, did you know the Dewey Decimal System has a number for everything? Actually everything? Want to pick up a book on crochet or leatherworking? Dewey's got you. Learn about moths? Yup. Politics? Public speaking? Languages? Writing? Architecture? Librarians have master's degrees specifically so they can help you find things in the DDS (and also for other reasons but ya know).

he just a lil guy

the architect who made this building for some reason: the tunnels the tunnels the tunnels the tunnels the tunnels

adorable dad thing today: watching the man cook

for context, when he was a young college student he worked at a fancy restaurant in the middle of nowhere. From time to time he pulls out his skills from that restaurant whether it's cooking or random waiter things or whatnot. He absolutely loves cooking. He's so good at it too.

And, I don't know, there's just something about it. Him opening the oven to pull out three pans of golden beautiful enchiladas made with such specificity and love. Enough to feed his family for two days and also a couple of young adults who were stopping by for food. The love. Small batch huge heart. So much care.

He used to hate complex foods. He used to be a horrible picky eater who didn't like tomatoes or mushrooms or anything red or anything grown up. (This was before I knew him, but I know stories.) He used to hate cooking. And then, to be a dad, he learned. He learned for work to support his family and then he learned for love to feed his family. And decades later he's still at it. And it's incredible. I cannot fathom food as good as my dad's.

Forget adorable. My dad is precious.

ok-do

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Some people say that there are no stupid questions, which is blatantly false. Of course there are stupid questions, and if you have one, you had better ask it, before you go and do make a stupider mistake. Stupid questions are more important than intelligent ones. I’m willing to bet more people die because of stupid mistakes than because of intelligent ones.

oh no my greatest weakness (simple subtraction) revealed! ya got me there my friend hc-ppc

sincerely,

oo-do

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