weeaboo hipster trash living in the Frigid Northern Wastelands of the US
That makes me think of shit like Karahan Tepe or Poverty Point. How would they organize to build cool shit without a centralized authority? Or maybe it was a centralized authority but it wasn't hierarchical?
Even if it's not unusual, it's still cool. I need a video essay, stat.
Look at that, they don't spend the majority of their lives grinding to keep capitalism afloat. Sounds nice.
This is the kind of thing I think about to get the useful bits out of the "touch grass" meme.
Unfortunately I'm not very good at it and time isn't real until the stores put out the commercialized holiday crap: It's only really summer when the 4th of July kitsch is put out on the shelves. It sucks and I want to be better about it.
Another reason to eat the rich: so they don't hoard culturally important shit.
I'm ready to defend my girl KonMari.
The TL;DR of this article is that KonMari method doesn't work for the author. Author feels defensive about her collection of sentimental items and wants more advice about organizing than KonMari offers.
Maybe this book isn't helpful for some people. That's okay. Doesn't mean you need to do clickbait libel to my girl with "debunk."
Babies? In THIS economy?
But jokes aside, I wonder how this would stack up against pre-Industrialized society, what with the high infant/child mortality. And at least Catholics let women fuck off to the nunnery if the whole maternity thing didn't appeal to them. One way that medieval Catholics were weirdly more progressive than most flavors of Protestants.
If I remember my Navajo mystery novels correctly, this is specifically because the Navajo/Dinee consider corpses to be ritually unclean. I guess the equivalent would be taking powdered human waste up to the moon and flinging it around just to say there's human DNA on the moon (I'm sure all the moon missions left their waste behind anyway, there's already human DNA up there).
I wonder if it was more like sheep wool or alpaca wool.
lol, even better
Crisis averted, my dude pulled the other cat bed out of the hall closet. But why was it in the hall closet?
Entirely possible I'm misremembering something I read for class as far as housekeepers, but chances are strong that he sent out his laundry, because laundry was heavy work.
He at least borrowed female labor from Emmerson if he didn't hire himself. What was he gonna do, wash his own underwear?
IIRC they built a replica for Lescaux Caves to protect the real one from tourists and their lung humidity. May not be a viable solution in all cases, but maybe enough of them? Also too I want immersion in recreated scenes of plausible daily life. Also I wanna touch the things, that's part of immersion.
It's pretty but my opinion is biased by the knowledge that he had a housekeeper and also he was freeloading on his buddy Emerson's property. But I should read it again because it is pretty.
Wtf, someone just had a bunch of bones in their attic or something? Like, arguably human bones?
One of the few reasons I would want to visit Ohio
Maybe I'm just a snob, but I was wanting more scholarly language and I'd probably put the info the last paragraphs to the first, to set the context for the intersections of spirituality, formal religion, and herbal remedies, because it is interesting how those entangle.
Controversial tangent: I still cringe at white people who claim their Native American ancestry as significant when they probably can't name shit about specific tribe customs or beliefs besides that sassafras eases stomachaches or whatever. There is worthwhile discussion about the racism inherent in shit like blood quantums when culture is arguably the more important part of Native American ancestry. The whites worked so hard to wipe it out, after all.
Shit, I'm down