Via Indiarosecrawford

Concerning Hobbits

There was a time when I lived in an apartment above an abandoned business space. The apartment leaked and let drafts in among other things, but it was my home for a time. My first summer there, I worked early morning shifts and had the afternoons off. I was not a fan of the early mornings, but loved being able to enjoy the warm summer sun. One afternoon, I lay on my air-mattress-couch with soft blankets draped over it, reading while different instrumental songs from a variety of places and times played in the background. The sun poured through the open window and warmed my skin, accompanied by the sounds of passing of traffic, pieces of scattered conversations from the occasional people below, and the rhythmic ting of metal against metal from the blacksmith hammering away down the block. Eventually a song titled Concerning Hobbits came on. The arrangement of stringed instruments, mixed with the blacksmith outside and a good book in my hands transported me to a time and place so familiar and nostalgic, yet somewhere I had never been. In that moment I felt so peaceful and calm, like all was right in my little world. For those two minutes and fifty seconds I felt like a hobbit.

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The "War of 1812 Scented Candle", complete with miniature White House near the wick, is, I cannot emphasise this enough, AN ACTUAL REAL PRODUCT THAT YOU CAN BUY (even if it's currently sold out).

The candle is funny enough by itself, but the ad copy on the maker's website is gold (and surprisingly astute):

It goes on to add:

We should also note that even though the British Army DID burn Washington, it was only after Americans had burned and looted the capital of Canada, as well as a bunch of other Canadian cities. But no one ever makes a candle about that! (Including us.)

THE BEST PART AND MOST 🔥🔥🔥 TAKE:

Christophe Jacrot

I didn't ask if it made sense to keep going. I said I'm going to kick your twisted evil ass.

while i was trying to wade through the large amounts of people trying to leave the central subway station, everyone abruptly came to a halt in front of the subway turnstiles. two french girls had misunderstood the tap-out process, and one of them was now stuck behind the gate. as i was wracking my brain on how to explain the tap-in tap-out process of the milan metro to both of them with my rudimentary french while they both got increasingly upset at the closed gate between them, a young teenager suddenly pushed me to the side.

i was just about to give him my most scathing disgruntled glare when he took out his ticket and, after realizing they had no common language, started gesticulating wildly in front of the french girl left behind. he pointed at the ticket, then at her, and very seriously said: “on three, we go.” she nodded, and after he counted to three, holding up his fingers so there could be no confusion, they sprinted through the gate together, giggling profusely afterwards as if they had just pulled off the heist of the century,

it was just a small moment during the morning commute. but i realized then and there that the time i had spent trying to intellectualize the problem and wondering if my lack of language skills would be awkward the situation could have already been resolved. and that while i had been mad about being pushed aside, the teenager got it exactly right: no questions, no fear or shyness, just direct action to help where you can and rushing there to do so. i think about him every time now when i run to lift someone’s pram or ask a lost looking person if they need my help despite the fear of being rude. on three, we go.