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Awesome (and potentially cheaper) alternatives to yarn bowls.
OP: After I customized my car with this wrap, it got hit four times in 24 hours because it's pink.
Cnetizens: This is basically a full-on social experiment.
OP also posted photos from the scene. He was waiting for the police to show up.
Cnetizens:
If you're comfortable accusing anyone of faking disability, you're not a real ally to disabled people
One time when I was a kid a group of girls and I had to treat another student for hypothermia by ourselves because she had so many invisible health issues that the adults we asked for help didn't believe us. The student in question was actively hallucinating. When I finally ran for help the people I grabbed were slow as shit to respond, casually joking about how "dramatic" the person in question was.
The kid was picked up by an ambulance 30 minutes later.
Now as an adult working in security I get SO MANY folks- upper-middle aged mostly- coming to me to 'rat out' people they think are faking it.
I was once sent into a bathroom because a client demanded that the "fucker won't get out, so go drag them out"- I was NEVER going to do that, so I did a wellness check instead. You know who it was? A person recently released from the hospital after a car accident. They had a hole in their skull and major hearing loss. They couldn't answer the owner because they couldn't HEAR the owner.
Another time about a homeless man who got around town by kicking the ground from his wheelchair. "You know he doesn't actually need that thing, his legs work fine, it's just for pity points"- Oh, so he's not paralyzed, his wheelchair is performative? Funny story Dale, I actually know that guy, he was backed over by a truck and has chronic pain from his shattered pelvis. But sure, let's make him stand up and walk everywhere so nobody feels too bad for him and tries to help him or something.
"She doesn't need that scooter, I've seen her get out of it."
"Look how fat he is, because he just rides around and refuses to get up."
"She doesn't really need that cane- she comes here without it all the time"
Sincerely, truly, from the bottom of my heart- as someone who isn't physically disabled but hears this shit all the time- fuck off
“how to recognize AI in fanfic” — hey so this is another not-gentle reminder that AI stole from us. it’s using OUR words and OUR sentences and OUR styles.
writing “long” paragraphs is not a sign of AI — it’s a common narrative choice many writers make both in fanfiction and in traditionally published novels, and AI stole it from us.
using an em dash is not a sign of AI. it’s a stylistic sentence choice that’s been an option in place of commas and semicolons for a very long time, and AI stole it from us.
long sentence structures are not a sign of AI, but are yet another stylistic choice writers often make to create a cadence and tone that mimics the flow of poetry, and AI stole it from us.
“YA narrative breaks”? i don’t even know what the fuck this means, but i can guarantee that AI stole it from us.
italics are once again a stylistic choice that many writers love to use to create emphasis, and it’s a more stylistically acceptable and traditional form of emphasis than bold or underline text. oh, and just to be extra clear: AI STOLE IT FROM US.
stop creating fandom witch hunts over AI when you know fuck all about what it means to sit and write a story, and to spend hours fiddling with sentence structure and dialogue to get the exact right tone. writers will stop writing out of fear that their work “sounds like AI” — IT DOESNT! AI STOLE FROM US! AI SOUNDS LIKE US! — and after a while, all that will be available on AO3 is shitty AI-generated fanfiction.
because yeah, people are going to continue to use AI to write fanfiction whether you “call them out” or not. but making a laughable thread on X that uses asinine criteria is not going to fix that problem. it will just push the real writers out because people will accuse them of using AI when they haven’t, and they will (rightfully) stop writing for spaces that attack them.
anyway. fuck ai.

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Illustrations from The Function of Colour in Factories, Schools and Hospitals, Jenson & Nicholson Ltd. (1930)
One time I did that thing where you try to commune with your ancestors by getting insanely sleep-deprived and doing a shitload of drugs at a place that was sacred to them, which in my case was the parking lot where they used to dump the frogs after they injected them with piss. And obviously I was hoping to get given a revenge quest, like a relatively-recent one that I could conceivably still track down and kill somebody's descendent over?
But I guess I should have used different drugs because the wronged ancestor I got was this I think neanderthal who was around when they invented bags. Like, to carry shit in. Before bags they just carried everything like, in their hands and arms and stuff.
And she was still mad about the bags! Like, absolutely furious that some other biped had done that. Total disrespect to the craft of carrying items, in her opinion; ruined a whole generation's balance and arm strength. And she personally had been *so* good at balancing fruits and dead animals in her arms stably and over lengthy walks. Which she demonstrated to me.
And she was like "you know why you have back pain. It's those fucking bags." And I went, "oh yeah I know my doctor told me my fucking high school backpack did permanent damage." Then I had to tell her about backpacks, and you have never SEEN a neanderthal or whatever she was that fucking mad. She asked if I could find a descendent of whoever was responsible for *those* to kill, and I had to say no, I'm sorry, but the backpacks were also a really long time ago, I cannot trace guilt in blood on that one either.
So she was really pissed off and went like "I don't think you really even want an ancestral revenge quest." And I was feeling kind of defensive at this point and asked her why she didn't kill the bag lady herself with a spear when she wasn't looking. And then I had to explain spears, too. I guess the bags came first?
But anyway, apparently one of my ancestors died trying to drown the inventor of the bag, and as a result I agreed to kill the dean of my high school (a compromise). I wrote to Ursula K. Le Guin about this but she never responded.
Stop tagging this "unreality," it happened
obsessed with golden kamuy again now that im catching up with the latest season. holy shit this is an indescribably complex and politically charged work packed to the absolute gills with Every Genre Under The Sun
it's a historical. it's a western. set in meiji restoration era japan. there's samurai (real historical guy who died in his 20's irl but here he's a grandpa kicking ass with a flintlock and a katana). it's a comedy. it's a shonen. one of the two main protagonists is a 12-year-old girl on equal footing with everyone else who are all grown-ass men. it's a political thriller with detective story elements. it's military fiction, a war story set after the war (Russo-Japanese War). did I mention it's a western and there's gold rush buried treasure and horseback shootouts and bank robberies and train fights. it's extremely perverted, but exclusively for fucked up older men doing insane enemyslash toxic yaoi shit with each other. oh and murder. it has horror elements also. there's multiple fairly compelling het romances in it that have interesting things to say about the intersection of women's roles in society with everything else. female characters are allowed to be ugly and interesting outside their relationships to men. it's a wilderness survival show where the characters hike in the woods and hunt and cook stuff using traditional indigenous Ainu practices and the 12-year-old Ainu girl protagonist whose central conflict about how to protect her people's legacy and way of life against colonial forces and a modernizing world is the thing that drives the plot. dungeon meshi referenced ruipe, an Ainu dish involving frozen and thawed meat, as an homage to golden kamuy doing it first
i didn't even mean to write all that out, it's just when i sat down and tried to articulate all the wild standout elements of this show it came gushing out. The first season was all introducing Ainu culture and ways of life and the like 20 or so highly distinct characters that make up 3 or so different factions chasing after lost Ainu gold, and then they had a whole season arc about other indigenous minorities in the surrounding areas and how their cultural practices differ but their political interests are aligned in resisting assimilation and protecting their land, delving into history and politics not only within Japanese borders but Russian internal and international affairs as well. multiple times the show points out how turn-of-the-century fishing and farming and lumber practices are decimating the local ecology of Hokkaido. i haven't even gotten into the military history yet. it's SO deeply grounded in the place and time it's set in. it's a HIGHLY detailed and meticulously researched show that takes these premises seriously. including the deranged comedy parts where serial killers have fap-offs at each other with sperm instead of bullets. it has serious things to say about protecting the environment and indigenous ways of life as well as PTSD and the weight of taking a life let alone going to war.
literally what other show is doing it like golden kamuy
you have to forgive the printer because it's one of the most machine-ass machines we interact with on a day to day basis. that thing says kerchunk. hardly anything says kerchunk these days. you can't get mad at her when she kerchunks up a little.
Crazy that tech has gotten so bad that we're doing printer forgiveness now

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Salt was hugely important before refrigeration, and one of the ways of getting salt was from the sea or from brine springs. There were a few ways of doing this, which depended on the natural resources available in the area. You could put the saltwater into a large, flat pool and wait on dry air and the sun to do evaporation until there was no water left and you just had the salt, or you could boil saltwater using enormous quantities of fuel to get rid of the water.
But in places where big pools weren't feasible, they did everything in their power to reduce the amount of fuel required for the production of salt, because fuel takes a lot of time and effort to collect and drives up costs.
Enter the graduation tower!
The idea is that you take some source of salty water, pump it up to the top of a wooden tower filled with brushwood (typically blackthorn), then let it trickle down, which greatly increases evaporation by maximizing surface area and exposing the water to the wind along the way. When the saltwater reaches the bottom, it's saltier than it was, and you can send it through again until it's reached the point of saturation. If you do this with ocean water, you can reduce the amount of fuel needed by a factor of ten.
Plus it looks and sounds awesome - these were sometimes called thorn towers.
And at the start of the 20th century, when other forms of salt production had skyrocketed in efficiency, the graduation towers began to be used for healthcare, because as you might imagine, the air next to the graduation tower is very salty, more than it is next to the seaside. From what I can find it seems like the main thing it does is thin mucus, though there are a lot of other health claims.
There are still a few working thorn towers that you can go visit, mostly in Germany or Poland, but they're either historical curiosities keeping a tradition alive, or health and wellness centers, distilling down a brine spring for supposed special properties.
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reblogged from [op] — on graduation towers, salt, fuel, and the Bad-prefix town
Yes, all of this is correct and I want to add a thing, which is that the fuel side of the salt industry is genuinely the part of the story that breaks open if you push on it. Salt-making in pre-modern Europe was, for most of the medieval and early modern period, the single largest industrial consumer of firewood on the continent. The salt-makers ate forests. They ate forests at a rate that beat shipbuilding, beat iron smelting, beat glass furnaces, beat domestic heating in any one region you'd care to name. The salt pans of Lüneburg — which produced something like 40,000 tonnes of salt a year at peak in the 16th century — went through fuel at a pace that essentially deforested an enormous radius around the town and then kept going, importing wood from further and further out as the nearby supply collapsed.
The Bad Reichenhall saltworks in Bavaria, which are the oldest continuously operating inland salt works in Europe (first written mention 696 AD, when the Bavarian Duke Theodor II gave the bishop of Salzburg twenty brine pans), spent literal centuries chasing the forest line backwards into the Alps. By the early 19th century they had to commission a guy named Georg von Reichenbach to build a brine PIPELINE — like, a literal pumped pipeline (completed around 1816) going over Alpine elevation changes — to move the brine itself to where the wood still was, which is a kind of insane engineering project to undertake for what is, again, table salt.
(That's the kind of thing that drives the graduation-tower invention. Reichenbach's brine pipeline is from 1816. The graduation towers in Reichenhall are 16th century. The reason you build a graduation tower is exactly the same reason you eventually build a 20km brine pipeline: you've run out of nearby trees and the option of relocating the saltworks is off the table because the brine springs are where the brine springs are, geologically, and they're not moving.)
So when you say "fuel takes a lot of time and effort to collect, drives up costs," what's actually happening on the ground is that the salt industry is in a permanent slow-motion race against its own appetite. Every saltworks of any scale eats through the wood available within economic transport distance, and then it has to either (a) get more efficient, (b) reach further for wood, or (c) die. The graduation tower is option (a). The Reichenbach pipeline is a particularly insane version of (b). And there are SO MANY salt works that went with (c) — abandoned medieval salt towns are a thing, you can find them all over central Europe, places that had a brine spring and a thousand people and a church and then ran out of nearby wood and just… wound down.
A separate but related thing the OP isn't quite getting at: the demand side of pre-refrigeration salt economics is overwhelmingly about one particular preserved-fish trade, which is salted herring from the Baltic and the North Sea. The herring shoals would show up seasonally in massive numbers off Scania (now southern Sweden) and the Baltic coast, you'd haul them in by the millions, you'd salt them in barrels, and then you'd ship the barrels everywhere across northern Europe because they kept basically indefinitely and Catholic Europe needed protein on Fridays and during Lent and there were a LOT of Catholics and a LOT of Fridays.
This is why Lüneburg, an otherwise unremarkable town in Lower Saxony, becomes one of the wealthiest cities in medieval Germany. It sits on a colossal salt deposit. Lübeck, which is the actual port city, controls the trade route. Lüneburg salt goes to Lübeck. Lübeck ships it to Scania. The fishermen salt the herring. The herring goes back through Lübeck and out to Cologne and Bruges and Bergen and Novgorod and everywhere. The whole Hanseatic League is, to a pretty significant degree, a salt-and-fish cartel running on a single chemical transformation: chloride ion plus protein equals food that doesn't rot.
Lüneburg's salt works, the Saline Lüneburg, was the largest industrial operation in medieval Europe by some metrics. Over a thousand years of continuous operation, depending on which century of monastic-era boiling you want to start counting from. The town minted its own coins, kept its own army, negotiated as a peer with kings.
And the buildings in Lüneburg today lean.
They lean because the salt mine ran underneath the town for centuries and the ground gave out. Subsidence. The medieval city center is gorgeous and it is also visibly buckled — gabled facades that slump in the middle, towers that aren't quite vertical, doorways that aren't quite square. The whole town is sitting on a thousand years of hollowed-out salt and gradually settling into the cavity. Which, like, what a perfect physical record of where the wealth came from — the town that the salt built is collapsing into the hole the salt left behind.
The fuel problem is what kills Lüneburg, eventually. Well, the fuel problem and competition from French and Portuguese sea salt, which the Hanseatic League couldn't keep out forever, because solar-evaporated sea salt produced in places like Setúbal didn't need fuel AT ALL, which meant it could be made cheaper than anything you could boil in Lower Saxony no matter how much your graduation towers helped. By the 16th and 17th centuries the Atlantic sea salt is coming in by the shipload and the boiled-brine economies of northern Europe are in slow decline. Not gone — Lüneburg keeps boiling salt until 1980, which is its own incredible story — but no longer dominant.
(The 1980 closure date for Saline Lüneburg, by the way. Eight hundred and some years of continuous industrial salt production at one site, finally shut down inside the lifetimes of people still walking around there. We tend to think of medieval industries as having ended at some clean historical break point and they basically never did — most of them limped along for centuries in increasingly marginal forms until something specific finally killed them in living memory.)
OK so the OP's actual question, which is about the second life of graduation towers as healthcare facilities. This is also where it gets more interesting than "they noticed the air was nice."
The 19th century in Germany is the absolute peak of a particular institutional form, which is the spa town — the Kurbad or Bad — and the political-economic role of the spa town is to take a body of bourgeois and aristocratic visitors with non-specific health complaints (stomach troubles, "nerves," respiratory issues, gout, syphilis they can't talk about) and give them a structured environment with a doctor's supervision, a mineral water source, a set of physical activities, a defined social calendar, and — crucially — a duration of stay measured in WEEKS rather than days. Six weeks at the spa was the normal prescription. You'd go through a full season of treatment.
The German spa towns — and there are dozens of them, the "Bad" prefix means they're officially recognized as one — are basically nineteenth-century wellness corporations operating under royal patent. The Prussian state regulates which springs count, which doctors can practice there, what claims can be made, who can build a hotel, what the bathing schedules look like. It's a real industry. It supports its own architecture (the neoclassical Kurhaus, the colonnaded pump room), its own medical literature, its own social rituals (the daily walk, the brine inhalation, the regulated diet), and its own resort towns that are economically dependent on the annual influx of Berlin civil servants and their wives coming to take the cure.
So when a salt-works town like Bad Reichenhall or Bad Kissingen finds itself with obsolete industrial infrastructure in the 1850s-1890s — when modern salt mining and solar evaporation and rail freight have made the local salt-boiling business uneconomical — what they have on hand is (a) a town with the existing infrastructure for visitors, because saltworks workers needed places to live and eat, (b) a brine source still flowing, (c) a giant wooden structure that produces salty air, and (d) a state apparatus actively LOOKING for new spa towns to certify, because the Prussian and Bavarian and Saxon governments understood that spa tourism was a significant source of regional revenue and tax base.
The standard story you'll see about this is "they noticed the workers were healthier and started inviting visitors." What actually happened: the salt economy died, the town needed a new economy, the spa-town industrial pattern was the obvious one to pivot into, and the graduation tower was the asset that justified the pivot. Same with every Bad-prefix town in Germany. The brine spring became "healing waters." The wooden tower for industrial concentration became an "open-air inhalation chamber." The salt-boiling house became a thermal bath. The salt master's office became a doctor's consulting room. The entire former salt industry got rebadged as health infrastructure within about a generation, because there was a state-backed industry actively seeking exactly that kind of asset and the towns with the assets were happy to oblige.
(This is the same move you see at basically every other obsolete extractive site in 19th century Europe, by the way. The mines became "deep mineral spas." The iron springs became "ferruginous tonic waters." The coal towns with bad ventilation became respiratory wellness destinations. The waste heat from blast furnaces became "warm springs." The 19th century basically inherited the entire pre-industrial extractive infrastructure of central Europe and figured out how to monetize the byproducts as health goods. You can read this charitably as adaptive reuse or cynically as a kind of medical-tourism asset stripping. Both readings are correct.)
The Polish ones at Ciechocinek and Inowrocław are an interesting variant on this because Poland during the 19th century is partitioned and doesn't have a German-style coordinated state spa industry — Ciechocinek's spa development happens under Russian rule, starting in the 1830s, and the graduation tower there gets built on a much larger scale than the German ones precisely because it's being designed FROM THE START as a spa attraction rather than an industrial facility that pivoted. The Ciechocinek towers are like 1,700 meters long, which is on an order beyond any of the German ones, and they're built that way because the brine concentration is a secondary concern; the primary function is to produce a long impressive promenade-able salt-fog environment for the visiting bourgeoisie of Warsaw and Łódź to walk along on doctor's orders.
(Bad Salzuflen in Germany also has a 300m+ tower for similar reasons. The really big towers are post-industrial. The original 16th-17th century graduation towers were smaller and uglier, built as industrial equipment with no thought given to how they looked.)
The mucus thing is real, by the way. Inhaling fine-particle salt mist does thin respiratory mucus, which can provide genuine relief for people with chronic obstructive conditions, asthma, post-viral congestion, and so on. There's a study from the Paracelsus Private Medical University in Salzburg that worked with the Bad Reichenhall clinic showing measurable effects. So the wellness claims aren't ALL bullshit. But the historical structure of the claim is interesting because what got medicalized was a thing that happened to exist because of an entirely different economic process, and the medicalization was driven by the need to find a use for the existing infrastructure, and the population that benefited was very specifically the population that could afford a six-week stay at a Kurbad in the 1880s.
The contemporary version is mostly Polish and German pensioners and people on insurance-subsidized rehabilitation stays. The economic model is national health insurance plus aging-population wellness tourism. The structural pattern hasn't changed since 1880 — find a state-backed reimbursement scheme for non-specific health-adjacent activities, locate it in a town that needs revenue, build the patient flow around the legacy industrial infrastructure of a vanished extractive economy. The asset that was originally a 17th century answer to "how do we boil less wood" became a 19th century answer to "what do we tell the bourgeoisie they need" and then a 21st century answer to "how does a small Saxon town stay solvent."
Same as it ever was.
The thorn trees, incidentally, get replaced every 5-10 years as they get encrusted with mineral deposits — the calcium and magnesium and iron compounds that aren't sodium chloride precipitate onto the wood as the brine concentrates, and the encrustation eventually clogs the airflow and reduces evaporation efficiency. The replaced thorn bundles are full of a hard greyish-white mineral concretion the Germans call "Dornstein" or thornstone, which is one of those gorgeous accidental side products that nobody knew they were making until they were stuck with tons of it. The thornstone has some use as a soil amendment but mostly it just piles up around the saltworks as a kind of geological record of which minerals were in the brine and how dry the summers were when the bundles were last replaced.
If you ever go to Bad Kösen there's a thornstone exhibit. It looks like coral.
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Maryland will become the first US state to ban surveillance pricing in retail stores, after passing Protection from Predatory Pricing Act.
Jesus fucking christ that this exists in the first place
I WAS FUCKING WONDERING WHAT THOSE DIGITAL PRICE TAGS WERE ABOUT SUDDENLY i had hoped they were so the workers didn't have to finagle those little papers into the slider part anymore 😭
Hi, yes, that is the OFFICIAL excuse made to me by the guy replacing the paper tags with digital ones at my local Walmart, but the end goal is to remove the numbers off the shelf entirely, replacing them with QR codes that you have to scan with the app…. Which requires your login information….. and also stores your card information so even if you didn’t use your Walmart account at the physical checkout, if you used a card they recognize, they assign that purchase to your Walmart account purchase history.
I explained very clearly to the manager my issue with the meat section not having the price tags listed, and they claimed it was only going to be for the meat, since meat is by weight, and the price of each item is printed on the packs of each item.
Sure. That’s how they get their foot in the door. Fast forward not even two weeks, and here we are:
Bar codes. No prices, no item descriptions. No price stickers on the individual items. Heck, not even the name of the item that is SUPPOSED to be there.
No. The only way to see the price is to scan it on your phone app, which is also recording what you looked at recently, as a way of gauging what you might be looking for in the future.
So here’s what we’re gonna do gang:
Every time you go into a store that has implemented these price-less tags:
Take 1-3 items up to the cash register. Ask the cashier for the price, or hit the price check item on the self checkout, which will likely call over the attendant.
Express that you didn’t actually want it, you just couldn’t see on the shelf how much it was.
POLITELY, AND WITH A THANK YOU FOR THE PRICE CONFIRMATION, Give the items to the cashier or attendant to put back.
When they inevitably try to push the app, politely decline. If pressed for why not, say you don’t want to have to carry your phone in-hand the whole time you are shopping in order to see how much things cost. (Not having cell service or data to use the app is NOT a valid excuse, as stores already often have complimentary WiFi AND more stores will provide WiFi rather than give up on this push for surveillance pricing)
If it’s a shelf-stable item, the cashier will have to set it aside, taking up room in their limited operating space, and eventually pass it off to someone to put in a holding area to put back later. If it’s a fridge/freezer item, it might have to get tossed due to food product sale regulations.
In either case, you are making it a pain in the ass for them to have these digital bar codes. Tie up the checkouts. Give the employees more busywork that the company has to pay them to do. Hurt their bottom line having to toss the pint of ice cream you carried around in your cart for 20 minutes before giving it back to the cashier.
Yes, call your reps. Yes, push for more legislation like this in more places. But also take an extra minute out of your shopping trip to MAKE IT HURT for companies to pull this shit.
I've seen some people in the notes express (very fair) concern that this is only going to inconvenience already under-paid laborers, and not have any impact on corporate. While I can't speak for every company or every store, I do work in a grocery store and I can tell you this is precisely the kind of thing that would have an impact, especially if people are doing it en masse. Stores absolutely track their shrink numbers, and they do draw distinctions between what gets stolen, damaged, or wasted for other reasons. If people are making it clear that the reason they're bringing things to the cashier is that the prices are not adequately represented on the displays, and rather than improving business it's wasting product, slowing down transactions, and causing confusion and mistrust in customers, that is a language that shareholders speak.
Imagine a girl partying in her ostentatious bedroom on Ida (you know, before the horrors).
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i would trust weird al with my drink at a party. granted he may put one of those capsules that expands into a sponge animal in it,
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I think part of getting better is complete ego death. Like you’re not above setting a timer for 5 minutes and focusing on a task. You’re not above doing a very simple 3 minute workout to start. You’re not above reading for 10 minutes a day when you first get out of your reading slump, even if you used to read for hours. You’re not above starting slow and then building up to where you want to be/where you once were. What you are above is total inertia. Doing something really is better than doing nothing. Radically accept where you are, radically accept your limits, and go from there. Don’t let your ego get in the way.