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  • I used to host a d&d game, and since I love to cook, would normally make a meal beforehand for everyone to enjoy before we play. One week we made flatbread, homemade hummus, toom, and a bunch of other things in a similar vein.

    Only one friend ate the toom with me. Everyone left around 10pm. At 11pm he and his fiance were knocking on our door. She said he had to sleep over tonight because the garlic stink was just too much. Lmao.

    We stayed up most of the night eating more garlic. Lmao


  • Used to have the same car while working security. Id often have to sleep in it between shifts, as it would be too expensive to drive home between shifts if I was far away. Id also sometimes have only 6 hours between shifts, making it make more sense to just crash in the car. I had an inverter tied to the battery, a small solar panel gorilla glued to the roof, and 3 car batteries in the trunk. A box fan in the passenger window, a 24 inch TV and a PlayStation would often come with me, too. Had a fucking kettle and a redi-set-go pizza cooker that was a beast for cooking just about anything. Effectively I would live in that car for several days out of the week, sitting in it during my shift playing PlayStation, and sleeping in it wherever I could find between shifts.




  • Not racism in the “fuck those [insert slur here]s.” Racism in the sense of subtle background stereotypes that are super pervasive. Think queer villains in media. Msg was associated with Chinese food and ended up with a bad (and false) rap because of it. Mexican and Mexican ish foods are associated with stomach upset and GI issues. Chipotles has a similar stigma. It’s a cultural hang over from a time when outright discrimination and stereotyping was more acceptable. It’s not necessarily something we’re aware of doing when we do it, made even more insidious by virtue of people who do not hold negative views perpetuating the same stereotype because of our own lack of awareness to it.


  • If taco bell is sending you to the bathroom it’s because you’re ordering beans and you’re not used to beans and lots of fiber. That’s not the fault of taco Bell.

    Also, it’s the easiest fast food option for vegetarians and vegans, and as such has (in theory at least) a much better environmental footprint than the others. Fast food ain’t great, but Taco bell does not deserve the reputation it has. And while I am absolutely not assuming it’s why you said it, I can’t help but think the reason the whole taco bell equals poops thing is so prevalent is because of underlying racist sentiments, the same as with Chinese food and msg.







  • I have a good friend whose wife drinks borax water every day. They spent just about everything they had on in vitro and lost the baby. I love them to death, and I’d never, ever suggest to them that something they did is why they lost the baby, but sometimes I genuinely wonder if it’s because she drinks borax. To clarify, I did tell them not to drink borax when they started, I’m just saying I wouldn’t specifically point out losing the baby with the borax connection.

    I get the inclination to not trust things at face value, to do your own research, et cetera. Especially in the US, we’re bombarded with new meds we’re supposed to “ask our doctor about,” but there’s a pretty thick, fucking mile wide line between researching the meds you take and listening to Becky on tiktok and deciding to drink a literal poison that even the victorians knew probably wasn’t the best for you by the end of their run.







  • My mom was an animal groomer when I was a kid. We had fabric shears, fabric scissors, shears for hair, and paper scissors, kitchen scissors, craft scissors, scrapbooking scissors… So many scissors. I never really understood until I started sewing in my 20s. I knew not to use the wrong scissors on pain of death, but I never really understood why.

    Now? I will cut a bitch (with the appropriate pair of scissors for bitch-cutting) if they so much as look at my fabric scissors while within 5 feet of a sheet of paper.