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I don’t know why that affected me so strongly, but I’m watching a youtube video on disasters on Lake Huron, and the first one involves a coal freighter that was lost in the White Hurricane of 1913 called the SS Argus. Everyone on the ship was lost. But it’s mentioned that the captain’s body washed up later, and was found without a life jacket. So they thought, based partly on testimony of another ship that thought they saw them go down, that it just happened too fast for him to have time to get his jacket. But then another body was found, that of the second cook, and she was found wearing the life jacket marked ‘captain’. And that’s …
It didn’t work. It didn’t save her. But it’s so very possible that he spent his last moments alive trying to save someone else, one of his crew, and they probably both knew that it wouldn’t work, that there wasn’t a lot of hope in a blizzard on the lakes in November, but he tried … he tried anyway. Even if it did nothing but maybe make her body easier for her family to find.
You know that Mr Rogers thing of ‘look for the helpers’? How many times has someone, facing the end, done something tiny and fragile and maybe hopeless just to try and help someone else? Whether it works or not. How many people went to their graves at least trying?
That has to say something about us. As a people. As monstrous as we sometimes (perhaps often) are, so many times we were also …
Whoever saves one life, saves the whole world.
And sometimes you can’t save one life, sometimes it doesn’t work, sometimes there’s no getting out of this for anyone, but … try anyway. Because it matters anyway.
And maybe no one will ever know. But maybe also some day more than a century down the line, maybe some idiot will be crying into her coffee because of what you died trying.
Reading this while watching a documentary on the fiery crash of BOAC Flight 712, in which stewardess Barbara Harrison had multiple chances to jump out the emergency exit and save herself, but kept going back in to try to save a handful of passengers who couldn't escape on their own. Harrison and the trapped passengers all died when the flames on board flashed over. Apparently, the last thing anyone on the ground heard from her was her calling to a specific trapped passenger - a woman who used a wheelchair.
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it’s weird that professional letters are supposed to start with “dear.” i don’t even call my mom that
my darling hiring manager. my springtime rose. if hired i will bring a strong work ethic to this position

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I’ve had tumblr for 4 years but some of you bitches have had it for a decade. It’s time to seek penance
wait I’m curious now . Reblog this with how long u’ve been on tumblr for. Dating back to ur oldest blog ever !!!
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my favorite thing paul does in interviews is when he mentions a beatles song and then starts singing it to make sure people know it, like he'll say "we were performing she loves you, you know 'she loves you yeah yeah yeah...'" like you literally don't have to do that. everyone knows that song. you are paul mccartney
My personal favorite is when he goes to tell and a story and he prefaces it with "you know, john and I- john lennon and I-" like yeah no we know that. we know who john is. you are the beatles
underrated tumblr feature is being able to catch up to yourself on your dash. so there is an END POINT. and you can say “ah, I have reached where I left off, there is no more to see! I’ll take my leave now and come back later when there are new posts.” instead of being stuck forever in a bottomless algorithm pit digging deeper and deeper till you have to summon monumental strength to climb out
Whenever I think about the value of something being done by a person who really understands the job from a lifetime of experience, I think of my first restaurant job. My goal was to work every position, and I started with a year and a half in the dish pit at 16yo.
When i started as a dishwasher, i was trained by an old career dish pit man named Claudio. He'd spent his whole life washing dishes. It allowed him to move to just about any city in the world that he wanted to and get a job without having to deal with complex hiring processes or strict resumé requirements. Which was the main thing he wanted out of a career. I still think about him.
He'd seen a lot of people come through that station who either didn't consider it a real job or thought it was beneath them, on their way to "better" or "more important" things. And, in retrospect, those first two days he was sort of doing the minimum with me that he could do and still respect himself when he told the manager he'd trained me.
But, maybe it was because i was really interested in learning all the positions there were in a restaurant because i knew they were ALL important, or because i was a hard worker, or maybe it was because i tried to have real conversations with him in my broken spanish and did my best to not make him speak any english unless he wanted to, but after a couple days there was a big shift in the way he and i worked together, and he started to really teach me.
That place ran the dish pit with one dishwasher, so when he was done training me I was going to be doing the job on my own.
The thing that stuck with me the most, for the rest of my restaurant career, was this... and it wasn't just the actual things he was saying, but a completely new way of looking at what i was doing within the context of how the restaurant ran. I came in for my 3rd day and he said
"When you work alone, you want to go home by midnight?"
we clocked on at 3:30 and took a half hour lunch break and usually skipped our tens, so, yeah i absolutely did want to get off work by midnight
Then, even tho i already knew where most of everything was by that time, he took me around and showed me all the dishes, cups, pots and pans, spatulas, silverware, had me look at all of it. Then he told me to remember that almost every one of the dishes I was looking at would be used more than once by the end of our shift- we were clocking on to wash the entire building full of dishes multiple times.
Then he led me back over to the industrial dishwasher most restaurants have, which looks like this:
and then this 60 year old career dishwasher from Mexico City said the thing that changed how I looked at restaurant jobs forever
"This machine takes two full minutes to run a cycle. We are on the clock for 8 hours. That means we have a maximum of 240 times we can run this machine. If you want to wash all those dishes, clean your station, mop, and clock off by midnight? This machine has to be on and running every second of the shift.
If you don't have a full load of dishes collected, scraped, rinsed, stacked, and ready to go into the dishwasher the second it's done every single time? You can't do it. If, over the course of 8 hours, you let this machine lay idle for just one minute in between finishing each load and being turned on again? Instead of 240 loads, you'll do 160 loads.
[like, literally, he had done this math, he had these exact figures]
160 loads instead of 240 loads means you are doing 20 loads in an hour instead of 30 loads. That means the dishes are going to pile up. The cooks will run out of pots and pans and will have to stop and wait for you, the servers will run out of plates and cups and have to stop and wait for you, and your night is going to SUCK. Every part of how this restaurant works can grind to a halt because of that idle minute between dish loads, and if it does you'll have an entire building of people in a hurry and all waiting on you.
And it means you're going to be here until 2 am doing the 200+ loads of dishes this restaurant goes through every night.
For this to work, you MUST have this dishwasher on and running every minute of the shift. As soon as you turn it on you have two minutes to have the next load ready. See these large items i put to the side down here? One or two of them takes up all the space in the machine. I keep them here so that if the machine finishes and shuts off before i'm ready for it i can stick one of these in there and turn it on again immediately. You have to think like that to do this job without stress."
The way he was looking at how the whole restaurant ran, the way he was looking at how he'd spend each minute of the entire shift, the way he broke down what the physical limits were and how to max them out so he could do his job and go home on time without stressing out... The way this 60 year old guy, who had never had professional ambitions beyond being a dishwasher, was still such a competent and brilliant expert in his field.
It was all such an important lesson, and one that stayed with me through every position i went on to work in restaurants, dish pit, busser, server, cook, all the way up through manager before I finally got out of my restaurant career
Claudio never wanted to be anything but a dishwasher who didn't stay any later than he had to.
But he knew how that restaurant ran better than most of the other people in it. I never had a chance to truly thank him for the specific lesson he taught me, because while it had an immediate impact, I didn't really understand how valuable a lesson it was until much later.
But I've thought about Claudio and what i learned from him many MANY times in my life.
All of this. Disaster befalls any company that holds no regard for the expertise of the lowest level staff.
In my younger years I worked at a medical office that managed both mental health and addiction recovery. The company had purchased an empty lot down the road from the building we rented to build a better facility with larger capacity. The CEO worked for months with the architect, and just as they were finalizing everything they happened to let me - who was the receptionist at that time - take a gander at the blueprints. It took all of three seconds for two major issues to jump out at me.
“The receptionist can’t see the waiting room from her desk with this layout.” I said. “It’s around the corner and blocked by a wall.”
“Is that important?” They asked.
“Do you want me to be able to keep track of the patients who are waiting?” I asked.
“Isn’t that what the sign-in sheet is for?” They asked me.
“Not everyone who comes here is signing in for an appointment, some are coming to check in, some people are here for the group therapy and need to be directed to the other side of the building, some people are painfully shy and if I don’t appear warm and inviting they won’t approach.” I explain.
“How often does that even happen?” They asked.
“Every day.” I explain.
“Bullshit.” They said.
“I’m not joking at all. Also, where is the chart room?” I asked.
“Oh, over here.” They said, pointing to a tiny closet on the far side of the building from the receptionist and check out desks. It was tucked neatly beside the CEO’s office. To get there the secretaries would have to go through two sets of security doors and it would be a five minute walk each way.
“Why isn’t it next to the front office, since that’s where the people who use it are?” I asked.
“We had concerns about people just going into the chart room to goof off and not do their work. It takes them away from their desks too much. You should only go in the chart room twice a day - once in the morning to pull the charts for the day, and once in the evening to put way the charts. It would remain locked and the CEO would have the key and let you in to supervise.” They said.
“We pull charts the day before so everything is ready to go and we can alert staff if a patient with additional needs is coming in. We have to go in the chart room every time a patient calls in that’s having a problem with their meds or is in crisis or otherwise has a question for the nurse. We have to go in there every time someone cancels and we are able to fit a waitlisted patient in. We go in there 20 - 30 times a day for legitimate reasons. The only reason any of us has ever gone in there to take a minute was when we got news that a patient had died and we were crying. And even then, we filed charts as we sobbed because no one in this office has free time.”
They stared at me.
“Sit with me for an hour and see what happens up here.” I said.
They took the blueprints away from me before I could keep looking at them, but they took me up on sitting with me. They didn’t last an hour. They changed the blueprints to fix both things I’d pointed out.
Unfortunately, they didn’t let me keep looking at it and they never asked the janitor what he thought, so no one caught the final fatal flaw in the design.
There were no closets in the entire building. Nowhere to put our supplies. And I’m not talking just a place for stationary and pens. I mean no janitorial closet. Nowhere to put paper towels and toilet paper or cleaning products. Nowhere to put holiday decorations or anything at all. They completely forgot about storage of any kind and immediately started eyeballing my hard-won chart room for it.
They wound up putting all the supplies in the cabinets under the sinks in the public bathrooms. And, surprising to no one, all of it got stolen after our first week in the new building. All our spare keyboards and monitors and phones and even our paper towels just walked out of the building. Because the CEO who had never worked a lower level job in his life wasn’t convinced closets were worth it.
In my younger years I worked in a greenhouse. This was a huge industrial greenhouse complex ("the largest producer of African violets in North America"). Eleven acres under glass with artificial fields of ferns and poinsettias and, of course, African violets. In each greenhouse lay a bewildering carpet of deep greens and sweet drops of jewel colored petals from wall to wall on these moving platforms on tracks that we would push around to a robotic arm that picked each little pot up row by row and placed them on a conveyor exactly wide enough to accomodate them.
There is a problem with industrial horticulture, you can automate much of the process, but there are just things that machines are either too clumsy or too expensive to do. One of these tasks is putting pots into little plastic sleeves and securing that with a rubber band. Another is cleaning the flowers of dead leaves and buds. These are easy tasks when the work is slow, but frequently we were filling orders of tens of thousands of plants. The work was never slow.
The owner of the greenhouse was the third generation of a family of greenhouse owners. He was known in the greenhouses for tinkering with bad ideas thatvwould complicate our jobs, his pants that zipped off into shorts, and generally embezzeling from the company all while being incompetent at any individual part of the business that made his very leisurely lifestyle possible.
One day he comes to the packing line, intent to show the greenhouse staff how to do their jobs. So we're packing some ridiculously large order. I think it was for a large chain of grocery stores famous in the southeast USA for being worse than Publix but better than Food Lion or Winn Dixie (not Piggly Wiggly). An absolutely massive order of violets before mother's day.
We want to get home in a timely manner, because greenhouse workers are agricultural workers and agricultural workers are exempt from overtime. Our boss comes up while we are ears deep in violets and shouts over the din of the machine and the music playing on that we would play to keep our spirits up to stop the line "I have something very important that I need to discuss with all of you".
In his caricature German accent, he then spends 30 minutes going over in precise and slow detail how he wants the process to look and how we're doing it incorrectly and how he pays our paychecks and how he wants us to know how we were costing him not only our paychecks but more money every time these violets dont make it to the customer in perfect condition. "WE ARE LOSING TO CANADA PEOPLE".
Anyway. I wanted to get home before 10pm and I was the token white guy in the greenhouse that day so I kindly asked him if he would hop on the packing line and show us how it's done. A wiser man would have declined, then again a wiser man would have stayed in his office. I put him on rubber bands, since this is where he imagined the greatest waste was happening. It wasn't. The greatest waste was happening in the field of jeweled petals on the platforms themselves, where generations of disease were festering for want of a good cleaning and disinfecting. This silly middle aged German fella got on the line and the machine puttered into motion.
The line began to move. To keep up a worker had to be able to do roughly two iterations of their assigned task in three seconds. This is a brutal pace, but one we were comfortable with because we liked eating dinner at a reasonable time. To be fair, rubberbanding the pots was the most difficult task: it was a precise motion that required you to grab a pot, open the rubber band wide enough to get the bottom of the pot through it, then gently nestle the rubber band and the sleeve under the low lying leaves of the violets and put the pot back on the conveyor all within one and a half seconds. It was not "easy", it was simple.
There was a magic trick that made it look effortless and feel almost effortless. I had reorganized the line around: the women working the rubber-banding bit we moved to poking sticks into the pots or leaving the pots. I hopped off the machine and rubber banded along with the boss. Another guy took over the machine. I should point out that I wasn't the manager. Everyone there knew how to do every job and truth be told I was the lowest man on the totem pole. I was newest in the greenhouse, but I was the white guy with (most of) a degree is horticulture and the boss automatically looked at me as leadership. But everyone on the line knew what the boss had signed up for.
Anyway the line starts up and we're rubber banding, but the boss cant get the hang out it. I gently let him know that he was falling behind while he knocked pots off the conveyor and snapped the leaves of the plants that purchased his home and rental properties.
"Sir, please we have to get through this order quickly."
"Sir, please be careful not to knock pots off the conveyor."
"Sir, you're not putting the rubber band all the way on, it needs to be like this."
"Sir, you're breaking leaves."
"Sir, that pot barely has a violets in it."
Each gentle admonition gave him higher blood pressure. You could see it in the red of his face and the vein in his neck. A better man would have stopped the line and asked for some of the secret sauce that makes this elegant and simple task effortless, a better man would have even admitted to his misunderstanding of the job and asked to be moved to another, simpler station so he could sit and observe and understand without being overwhelmed.
He lasted about five minutes before he stormed off the line, cursing in frustrated Deutsch about how humiliated he was. He stomped and tantrummed through the greenhouse and back into his office like a child. Without missing a beat, the line reconfigured back into what it was before the interruption, we turned the music back on. I think we left that day around 10pm.
I was terminated from that job a few months later after being ostracized by the other white people that worked in the office and having my pay rate cut. It was petty revenge for a self inflicted humiliation.
I still think about the people I worked with there. I hope they're doing well.
I wish I had gotten the recipe for the spicy chili sauce that they would mix with their rice before I got fired.

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wooow, labour MP btw
not just any MP, but an undersecretary for migration and citizenship. this guy is one of the MPs that has a direct hand on the genuinely horrific treatment of migrants and refugees in the UK, including shipping them off to the UK's former colony after unilaterally declaring the colony to be safe, as well as stripping the migrant and refugees of their heirlooms in the name of "paying for their migration in the UK with their own assets." Starmer's cabinet is filled with people whose bloodsoaked hands will never wash out like these.
i love the “hollanov has a crush on carter vaughn” take not necessarily in a “i think they would invite him to watch” way but more in a “ilya would accidentally let it slip while chirping at shane to fluster him that vaughn is at the top of their ‘would’ list and vaughn is a little thrown off and straight so he’s like “are you guys asking?” and ilya laughs and pats his shoulder and assures him “absolutely not, i do not share my shane, we just think you are good looking man, i like that you are pretty and fun and my shane likes that you are serious about hockey and have good grooming habits. is not serious, do not worry vaughny we will not be asking you to witness me and my beautiful husband ever” and vaughn low key is overjoyed about it, his teammates who are around and hear the exchange are sometimes like “that doesnt bother you? you dont find that a bit weird?” but vaugh genuinely is just like “rozanov just called me pretty and fun enough to hang out with and hollander thinks im good at hockey and clean enough for him, you could hand me a nobel peace prize and it wouldnt come close to this achievement” and eventually it gets out to the general public so vaughn is captioning his instagram posts shit like “#1 contender for being the hockey husbands third goes fishing” despite shanes mortification about this getting out and vaughns clear delight with it” way
carter vaughn laying on his stomach near the center of the ice on the admirals side kicking his feet and holding his head in his hands while he blows kisses to hollanov during warmups.
shane is horrifically embarrassed by this and can not meet vaughns eyes or even his body, he refuses to look at him period.
ilya laughed for damn near 5 minutes and was doubled over coughing at one point fully crying, he is delighted by this and once hes through his warmups that shane wont let him skip he skates to center ice and does the exact same thing, kicking his feet in the air, blowing kisses, little finger waves, winking at vaughn. they dont say a word the whole time they just do these actions like flirting cartoon characters stuck on loop.
the centaurs are also delighted by this, despite the knowledge that vaughn is at the top of the couples “would” list this is the incident that earns vaughnny the nickname “boyfriend” among the team. they’re playing new york? will you guys be seeing your boyfriend? new york lost the game last night? hows your boyfriend taking it? someones family member is taking a trip to new york city? hey can you guys text your boyfriend and ask for recommendations for places to eat?
the admirals give vaughn as many opportunities to drag this bit up as possible because they find it hilarious, with the exception of scott who regards this whole thing like a curse cast upon him that will last long after his death. media days are the worst for scott especially because ever since the media learn about this stupid joke they’ll get questions about it. scott any comments on the rumors that your alternative captain carter vaughn is getting between the marriage of shane hollander and ilya rozanov? he is not, vaughn does not like men. scott is there any expected tension between the admirals and the centaurs at your game next week because of carter vaughns public flirting with the couple? should the media be expecting a fight between your alternate captain and the hockey husbands? i personally dont think you should be expecting a fight if he’s flirting with both of them, but this might become a thing for hollander and rozanov and i think vaughn wouldnt mind egging it on. scott do you think your co captain has a chance of entering a relationship with shane hollander and ilya rozanov and if so how would this effect the team dynamics within the admirals? i dont think vaughnny could handle all that even if he did like men.
carter vaughn starts getting chirped at about it, if its in a homophobic way he’ll note down the name and ask for a placement from hollander and roz, and the next game he plays against that player when they inevitably bring it up again he’ll look them dead in the eyes, give them their ranking, and why hollanov wouldnt touch them with a hazmat suit on. its his second favorite thing to do, and ilya is a strong fan of this game too. this gets added to the list of reasons why vaughn is hollanovs #1 choice because ilya enjoys it so much, and privately shane delights in someone else delivering his genuine thoughts on bad hockey players with awful habits so he doesnt have to be the one to say it.
The president’s apparent reframing of the event is the latest example of his politicization of events meant to mark the nation’s 250th anniv
Jun. 15, 2026, 12:45 PM EDT
By Julianne McShane
President Donald Trump announced Monday that a July 4th event on the National Mall in Washington, planned to commemorate the nation’s 250th anniversary, will be a “Trump rally.”
In a Truth Social post Monday morning, Trump said the event, which is slated to be held near the Lincoln Memorial and the Washington Monument, will be “the most spectacular TRUMP RALLY of them all, a ‘TRIBUTE TO AMERICA.’”
But Freedom 250, the public-private White House-backed partnership charged with coordinating events to mark the country’s semiquincentennial, does not describe the event as a “Trump rally.” Instead, that organization calls it a “Salute To America 250 Celebration & Fireworks.”
“As America marks its 250th anniversary, Salute to America will stand as a defining celebration of the people, principles, and patriotic spirit that make the United States the greatest nation in the world,” Freedom 250’s event description says, which does not mention the president by name.
Trump’s apparent reframing of the July 4th event marked the latest example of his politicization of events meant to celebrate the nation’s 250th anniversary.
Me: whatcha doin, bug?
My Son, applying approximately 2 dozen self-adhesive goggly eyes to himself: playing Santa
Me: Santa has lots of eyes?
My Son, very serious: he’s watching everyone
Me: biblically accurate Santa
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what you learn from hobbies:
consistent practice opens up whole worlds of skill that you couldn't imagine
making mistakes in the process of learning is not only natural, it is also essential
activities that you enjoy can give you more energy back than you spent on them
wow everything is so expensive
my hands hurt