Nicole Cliffe has a whole twitter thread about funny/horrifying anaesthesia stories that you should read all of, but this is definitely my favourite
Judging from the way the stripes go, that scarf was knitted sideways. Meaning the person cast on 17 feet’s worth of stitches and knitted those 17 feet back & forth for three inches. I’m in awe.
I feel like Reeves is one of the few genuinely good people left in the world of celebrities
To my understanding Reeves lives in a nice but relatively small apartment and only keeps enough of his paychecks from each movie to live comfortably, maintain a cushion, and take the occasional vacation, and then he just gives the rest away without fanfare to people who need that money. He’s living the kind of lifestyle I feel like a lot of us would be happy to have with access to that kind of money.
to be able to tip a thousand dollars to a stressed server at a restaurant
to give really good gifts for birthdays that arent just gift cards
to be able to actually afford my real sense of style
to pay my mom’s bills and debts
reasons i dont want to be rich
to hoard the entire fucking planet’s resources and kill off the world’s population slowly
Ugh but imagine. Just freaking imagine. Walking around. Finding someone on a corner with a cardboard sign asking for help. Sauntering up, reaching into your pocket and casually handing them a fistful of $100 dollar bills. Imagine.
Rich people could do that. They just…could. They have a literal superpower. They could make sure someone doesn’t sleep in the cold tonight. They could make sure someone gets the medical treatment that could save their life. They could wander into a collections agency and buy up the contracts and spend all day calling people and telling them their debt has been forgiven. They could wander into a hospital and pay off all the outstanding bills, or wander into a bank and pay off someone’s mortgage.
If they really wanted to, rich people could be superheroes.
But they don’t. They would rather watch a now so-big-it’s-meaningless number tic up in their offshore accounts while the world starves and dies around them because…winning?
We think history is so far removed from us, but sometimes I’m reminded how very close we are to each other on the timeline.
My paternal grandfather was born in 1906 (I have older parents). He and my grandmother came through Ellis Island.
My vocal coach’s grandparents survived the 1906 San Fransisco earthquake and fire.
My great-grandfather lived to the age of 106. He often spoke of how strongly he remembered his nursemaid’s taffeta skirts rustling as she walked when he was a child. He was born in the 1870s. My grandmother recorded him on video in the 1980s talking about those Victorian bustle skirts he grew up with.
On my mother’s side, we tracked down a marriage record for her 17th-century English ancestors, their signatures still crystal-clear and confident on the yellowed parchment. The church where they were married still stands in London.
Samuel J. Seymour was born in 1860 and at age five, he witnessed the assassination of Abraham Lincoln. Almost 100 years later, at age 96, he went on live television and recounted his firsthand account of the death of the president. You can watch the interview here.
The last survivor of the sinking of the Titanic, Millvina Dean, died in 2009.
The oldest person ever, Jeanne Calment, lived to age 122. She died in 1997 after recording a pop album, the same year The Spice Girls were topping the charts; but she remembered that as a child, Vincent Van Gogh once visited her father’s paint shop.
It’s easy to think of history as abstract, black and white, theoretical. But do some digging–you’ll probably find that it’s within arm’s reach.
Dude i got through all these but that last one fuck me up
