The limbs of near-dead trees are now in bud;
the arid husks inside do teem with life.
The weaker pieces of last year are only food, now,
and that ragged thatch of winter yields to knife.
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even if the fraud was like 5% it wouldn’t compare to rich people cheating the system by trillions lmao
Also, SNAP “fraud” is like exchanging some of your stamps for cash to buy necessities you can’t buy with stamps, like soap or deodorant or tampons
TBH even if one hundred percent of people on food stamps were committing food stamp fraud I’d still be in favor of keeping the program around
Hey I wanna talk about this.
I work at a drug addiction counseling center. A ton of my clients have, at one time or another, sold their food stamps. This is basically exactly what the GOP is afraid of, right? Drug addicts selling their food stamps.
I have learned, now, to ask them WHY they sold their food stamps. Here is an incomplete list of the answers:
- I need tampons, and you can’t buy them with foodstamps
- See above RE: toilet paper
- I was living in a hotel with no kitchen then. I had to buy pre-prepared food
- The homeless shelter won’t let me keep food in my locker or room, so I have to buy pre-prepared food (Yes, really)
- I had to make rent
- My sister had to make rent
- My son had to make rent
- I needed co-pays to get my medication or I’ll die
- I needed co-pays to get my medication or I’ll loose control of my mental health
But the absolute most common form of food stamp fraud I see? Giving away food stamps to other family members who get no food stamps or insufficient food stamps to feed their families. I see that every month. People glassy eyed and hungry because they gave away their food to their adult kids, their grand kids, cousins, siblings etc.
So, is food stamp fraud rampant? In some places, yes. And I’m not about to chastise people for it.
Culture interposes, between the ordinary and the religious life, a total vision of possibilities, and insists on its totality– for whatever is excluded from culture by religion or state will get its revenge somehow.
Thus culture’s essential service to a religion is to destroy intellectual idolatry, the recurrent tendency in religion to replace the object of its worship with its present understanding and forms of approach to that object…. To defend the autonomy of culture in this sense seems to me the social task of the “intellectual” in the modern world…
Besides, it is of the essence of imaginative culture that it transcends the limits both of the naturally possible and of the morally acceptable.
…
The arts in their turn cannot help releasing the powerful acids of satire, realism, ribaldry, and fantasy in their attempt to dissolve all the existential concretions that get in their way. The artist often enough has to find that, as God says in Faust, he “muss als Teufel schaffen,” which I suppose means rather more than that he has to work like the devil.
Between religion’s “this is” and poetry’s “but suppose this is,” there must always be some kind of tension, until the possible and the actual meet at infinity. Nobody wants a poet in the perfect human state, and, as even the poets tell us, nobody but God himself can tolerate a poltergeist in the City of God.
– Northrop Frye, “Theory of Symbols”
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I have been watching a lot of Teen Wolf, many years belatedly, so now I am experiencing all of the whiplash and Jossing that TW fandom originally experienced in 2014. So I keep jotting down notes that immediately become useless and/or depressing, but here are some of these.
Also, here is the spellcheck for pre-marital in my Chrome browser; what the fuck, Google.
1.
The thing that they never talk about, even later, after the great lizard crisis of 2012, is the 25 min of ecstatic fucking that happens after Jackson regains consciousness, after Derek bites him.
Jackson wakes up with his head pressed awkwardly against the wall. He remembers flinching against the force of Derek’s body, fighting him– but his animal body gave up immediately, and it was only his weak human body that put up a fight, leaning its human head away from Derek’s splayed jaws, his human hands putting up a barrier between himself and Derek’s pressing, suffocating chest. He landed in a corner of the destroyed foyer, folded awkwardly into the corner, head tilted against the chair rail.
When he finally opens his eyes, a few hours later, Derek is sitting five feet away on the bottom step of the stairs, staring at Jackson in wonderment.
“I can touch you,” he says. It’s not a question; he says it like it’s a fact that he learned at some point in his history as a wolf raised by wolves. "You belong to me.“
Resolution to start thinking of my actual life this way.
Shikamaru appreciates Chouji’s soft stretch marked arms <3
Also
1. Another surprising development, re: my Yuletide fic:
2. I’ve never seen any of the Thor movies, but solely based on gifs I’ve seen (shout out to @tj-dragonblade) I had a Bruce/Thor dream last night that Thor had to leave Earth suddenly to take up some outer space responsibilities, but at the time he’d been working on building a wooden table for himself– just a casual carpentry project– and after he leaves Bruce sadly finishes it in his honor. Here is an artistic rendering:
In my dream it was actually very melancholy and beautiful, the drawing doesn’t really do it justice, I also wrote this haiku:
for that (a man of
greater beasts than you, who needs
to leave): a table.
Oh shit, @rhea314 made a podfic of my Eagle Yuletide fic! This has never happened to me before, and i could not have been prepared for how validating I would find it.
Rhea’s reading is here, and it is wonderful. I always want to like podfics b/c they are much more convenient than written texts, but often they make me want to die from second-hand embarrassment right away, or the intonation is like the worst spoken-word poetry where all the inflections– are demented– like this– (I say this as someone who has never made a podfic) but Rhea is so spot on. She makes the word cock sound super classy.
My great thanks to the creator. <3 Sorry if this is an excessively uncool way to react to a podfic.
To honor life… is to celebrate dignity,
courage, and style wherever they are found and in whatever forms they
take. It is not to deny darkness or even to believe it has its
compensations.
– Michael Wood,
The Myth of Gabriel García Márquez
important storm/callisto facts
1.
2.
“I’m not going to force you,” said Ororo. Her one thousand internal moderations were shaking under the load of conflicting impulses, and she kept her head down, shifting expressions faced toward the floor.
Callisto watched her from the doorway, hands in her pockets. After a moment, she said, “I’ll get my coat.”
3.
4.
“Touch my hair,” Ororo said, bending to touch her forehead to the scratchy red fabric of the motel bedspread.
Callisto smiled indulgently and pressed her fingertips through Ororo’s hair to the scalp. “I like it long,” she said, pulling her hand down through the short strands.
Ororo leaned into the touch. “That does not matter.”
Following his defeat, Obsidian is cured of his mental imbalance.[10]
After being cured, Obsidan retires. It was during this time that Todd came out and came to terms with his self-identity as a gay man. He meets and falls in love with Damon Matthews, an assistant district attorney who works with Kate Spencer—the vigilante known as Manhunter.[11] Todd’s powers went dormant during most of this time, but they return, following the death of his twin sister Jade during Infinite Crisis. He has since then returned to being a superhero and is still dating Damon happily.
Obsidian appears during the year long “52” event. Watching a Thanksgiving Day Parade, he sees Luthor’s ‘Everyman’ superhero team going by. Enraged that one of the members is named 'Jade’, he angrily confronts the group, endangering innocent people in the process. The Everyman heroes protect the crowd and Obsidian is talked out of doing anything drastic.
Prior to Justice Society of America (vol. 3) #1, Obsidian joins the team. He serves as the security guard of their New York headquarters.
Obsidian later degenerates into an egg consisting purely of darkness.
The mule clomped along in the mud. A dull critter, a mule, not knowing the seasons or taking note of redbirds and thrashers fixing for nesting, or hardly knowing whether it was fair or stormy. Or maybe a mule thought about more than a man would guess and went along slow and sad under the load of ideas.
– A.B. Guthrie, Jr, The Way West