I am probably going to be annoying by adding my input here, as this is not a Universal Experience ™️, but I have grown to love and appreciate old sewing machines - like really old ones. My dad runs a soft goods business, working with canvas and leather, and the newest sewing machine he works with is circa the late 70's or early 80's. These are all-metal machines, and they just. don't. break. There a few parts that will go, mainly belts and sometimes the wiring (I thought my sewing machine was possessed for a bit, but that's a story for another time). However, there are people out there who know how to fix these things, and if you buy a refurbished machine, they will last forever.
My baby is a Singer Featherweight 221k, made in Scotland, and has likely been used on and off for 70 or so years. It may only sew a straight stitch, but it certainly works at that!
One of my other personal favorites are hand-crank machines, which don't require electricity at all and can be set up anywhere, powered by your hands. It takes some getting used to because one of your hands is occupied, but I sewed hundreds of face masks during the Covid lockdown on a hand-crank, and it worked really well!
Anyways, this is my pitch for the continued use of vintage/antique sewing machines because they are built to last and will run for years with basic upkeep.
bros yall probably already know what i’m about to say but i’ll say it anyway just in case
learn to sew, the joys of sewing are never ending. I sewed a witch hat last month, this week i turned some old pants into shorts, if my favorite socks and tshirts get ripped i can stitch them back together, i made a mouse plushie from an old airline blanket.
you can do a lot of things by hand sewing, albeit slower. but there are more basic cheaper machines too. if you don’t want to invest in a machine sometimes there are public places where you can use the machines. I did most of my sewing at my university campus library, some public libraries have machines too. but if none is available remember you can fix stuff by hand (i learned hand sewing solely so i can repeatedly fix my favorite socks, and it’s doable)
so yeah learn sewing, it’s a good skill
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An easy-ish dinner you can make a bunch of and save for later because I’m bored so why not
Chicken and rice mess (chicken can be substituted for cubed tofu dusted with flour)
Some cubed chicken (maybe a pound, idk. Depends on how much you want)
1 Cup of white rice (don’t rinse it. The starch adds to the creamy texture in this one. Trust me.)
1.5 cups water or broth (chicken or vegetable)
One 15 oz can tomato sauce
One 15 oz can stewed tomatoes
Oil for sautéing
Salt and pepper
Onion powder
Garlic powder
Either Italian herb mix, OR a mix of cinnamon, paprika, and dried rosemary (grandma calls this version Greek chicken but we both know that’s not accurate)
Optional: Sour cream or plain yogurt
Get a real wide and deep pan and get it up to medium high heat. Brown your chicken or tofu on all sides in the oil. Add the rice.
Optional: Toast the rice on a lower heat in the oil until some of the grains start to look clear or slightly brown. Not strictly necessary but good if you’ve got the spoons for it)
Dump in the cans of tomato chunks and sauce, the water or broth, and all of the spices and salt to taste. Stir until incorporated. You can add a pinch of sugar here too if you prefer that in your tomato dishes.
Turn up the heat until the mixture is simmering and then give it one last stir before turning down the heat to low and covering it for 20 minutes or until the rice is very soft and most of the liquid has been absorbed.
If you want, you can add a big scoop of sour cream or yogurt to your serving for extra creaminess and protein. Tastes best the next day after sitting in the fridge for a while.
I do gorilla research and I approve this message
“don🦍t believe anything your brain tells you after 9 pm” wrong. the prime time for decision making is when you🦍re sleep deprived
^example of what life would be like if we used gorillas instead of apostrophes
I'm a bachelor's student halfway across the world from the US and yet my thesis project is still in jeopardy because it was being funded off of an US government grant. My supervisors have no salaries anymore. We have a passion for science and hope that other funding will come through. And not much more.
I don’t think people understand how bad Trump cutting research funding is. People keep assuming there will be no research at all continuing on…false! This will almost certainly lead to an uptick of biased, privately funded studies (think: leading dog food brand funds study that finds their dog food to be the most nutritionally complete)…it’s going to be a mess trying to determine what’s real, accurate scientific information.
Love how anthropology in an attempt to distance itself from its original sin (skull measuring etc) has become the leftest academic discipline possible. There are centrist or even right-wing historians, economists, but have you seen one social anthropologist who leans even a little bit to the right? No because there are none of them
At the start of one of my many attempts at uni (we're no joke on number seven) I took an anthropology class because it seemed cool. This was at the absolute height of the popularity of Bones so the first lecture was literally standing room only, fire hazard levels of packed.
So the professor comes in and I cannot express enough how much this man was actually round, not tall, greying, balding, and literally wearing a three-piece tweed suit with a little red bow tie. He was the most perfect human being I've ever met.
Anyway the look on his face when he saw an actually packed lecture theatre was one of sheer unbridled glee. Natural, right? His dinky little subject is suddenly unbelievably popular.
Which gave him the perfect opportunity to talk about pissing for a solid hour. Because that was his specialist subject. Comparative urination etiquette.
This man who was the Platonic ideal of a humanities professor stood there and talked enthusiastically about piss to a packed to the rafters lecture theatre full of bright-eyed first years, and as this was a Monday morning it was almost certainly many people's first ever university lecture of their whole life. His eyes were glittering with joy the whole hour. He was having the time of his life.
There were absolutely no questions at the end of the lecture. He, apparently having fully understood what he was doing, clearly expected this and instructed us to have a lovely day and wished us good luck on our higher education journey.
You could sit anywhere you wanted in the lecture theatre the next week and the lecture was intro to methods in anthropology.
I don't think I could ever love a man more than I still love him.
🥳🥳🥳
window watching
i sit in the window and stare out at the world. life goes on, the trams and birds and people go about their days, and in the window, i remain still. i watch the birds with particular interest, i envy them their wings. it's windy today, and i can see them playing with the currents, flying in intricate patterns that only they can see.
what i wouldn't give to fly again...
recently when im tempted to say 'i'm gonna kill myself' i try to correct it into saying "im gonna walk into the river and become a trout" or some other form of that. this is my new thing
Your friends and family with chronic pain aren't doing well.
Yes, even the ones that say they are.
Yes, especially the ones that are complaining and lashing out already.
Chances are high that however bad they will admit things are it's actually worse. By a lot.
We're conditioned to be "okay". If we're breaking down at non scheduled times we aren't coping well. I promise.
Your sibling/partner/bestie/parent who is breaking down without preamble on a Tuesday is suffering. Be kind. We're sorry.
anthropology student 🐈⬛ chronically ill🐈⬛ trans-masc (they/he)🌈
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