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Murphy, a rescued bald eagle who is known for fiercely protecting a rock he considers his egg, will be getting the opportunity to become a father to an orphaned chick ❤️
Previously Murphy was the eagle known for:
so ive seen this go around twice or so in the past week without and update, and…
“Oh really? YOU’RE going to teach me Russian? Well you better bring the vodka and caviar, *sweetheart*.” -Translation from @cripplepunk-sylveon
I love the way people’s voice changes when they switch languages.
This a legit thing. I speak Japanese at a noticeably higher pitch than I do English. Different intonation too.
Spanish I speak at the same pitch more or less but my tone and rhythm are different.
Heard one of my classmates speak in English class, her pronunciation was absolutely perfect and her vocabulary was on the level of a native speaker, but her intonation was Czech and it sounded so uncanny
It is, though! OK, so—there is actually a very reasonable explanation behind the interaction described in the video, though it’s unlikely the two parties involved were really aware of the linguistic complexities. Obviously, as a native Russian-speaker, the woman in the videoKatya was using the Russianversion of the word. And since Katya knew of the beet soup in question—which originated in Ukraine—as a major cultural staple, it was totally logical for her to presume the English-speaking waitress was just outright mispronouncing a Russian word, and then stupidly correcting a genuine Russophone. But that’s not exactly right. Yes, the waitress did correct her for using a perfectly accurate Russian pronunciation, and that’s annoying. However, the waitress wasn’t using a Russian word—the waitress was saying the word in YIDDISH.
Now, I’m not suggesting the waitress was actually a Yiddish-speaker. In fact, it’s unlikely the waitress had any idea she was using a Yiddish word at all. But, as noted by food writer Andrew Evans: “the common English spelling of borscht (with a “t”) derives from the Yiddish transliteration, since the soup was introduced to the west primarily by Jewish refugees fleeing Eastern Europe. Food travels with people, which is why borsch is now popular worldwide.”
In Yiddish (which uses the Hebrew alphabet), borscht is spelt באָרשט; that last letter (ט) makes a “T” sound. So yes, in Yiddish it is pronounced “borscht”! And because of migration and, well… antisemitism, most English-speakers now use the Yiddish pronunciation of the word. Neither Katya nor the waitress were wrong. They were just saying the word in different languages, without realising other languages even had varied pronunciations to refer to the same beet soup.
It is борщ and it is באָרשט and probably several other things depending on your region. It’s all accurate—and great with sour cream.
At the Aula Cafe in Vilna in 2008, it was šaltibarščiai, and you’d better order it that way, or say “cold beet soup.” If you ordered борщ, you’d get a stony glare from the waiters.
Except.
Julius. Julius was a university student, working as a waiter at the Aula for his summer job, easy on the eyes, and a Yiddish-speaking Jewish boychik. Julius would absolutely let you order באָרשט. And he’d smile when you did.
Julius absolutely cleaned up in tips from the Yiddish-school students that summer. Everyone went to the Aula for lunch, and everyone learned that the Aula’s beet soup was excellent, and that, if Julius was your waiter, you could order באָרשט.
Richard Bashir would absolutely loathe Garak and Garak would get the best fucking of his life from Julian about it.
OP WHY WOULD YOU LEAVE THIS IN THE TAGS:
i disagree with the premise bc i think garak can and will play richard like a fiddle and win his approval very quickly but this concept is so fucking funny
Now I’m picturing Richard hanging out in Garak’s shop, all disapproving of this man his son is with because he’s Cardassian, and just a tailor to boot, but wanting to see what’s so great about him. Garak is in full impress mode, being super nice, telling some tall tales about Julian (most of them even true) to subtly rub in the fact he knows what’s going on in Julian’s life while Richard doesn’t, and in walks Martok.
And Garak’s like “Ah, General Martok, or should I say Chancellor now?”
And Martok kinda grimaces, grumbles about all the paperwork, and the two have a happy quick catch up while Richard watches in awe.
Then Richard gets introduced to Martok, Martok says his son is very brave and makes a reference about being in prison together, which Richard doesn’t know about, then turns to Garak and says they only got out of that prison because of Garak’s bravery.
And Richard is standing there like, but aren’t you just a tailor? And Garak is like “Oh yes, I’m a plain and simple tailor.”
Martok laughs, and says goodbye and leaves, and Garak just doesn’t elaborate about anything said.
Years down the track, Julian and Garak are married, and Richard asks when they’re going to meet Garak’s parents.
And Garak just casually drops that his father died in a prison camp, and the only reason he got to say goodbye is because Julian looked after him so well. And again refuses to elaborate.
I bet octopuses think bones are horrific. I bet all their cosmic horror stories involve rigid-limbs and hinged joints.
To an octopus, a human is like a thinking being with blood-stained coral growing inside it.
I need to sit down and breathe into a bag for a while.
Its parts were obscenely limited in their movement. Each hinge could open or close only a small amount before reaching its limit, yet by working in concert they demonstrated unexpected dexterity, moving and manipulating the objects before it with cunning equal to my own. It was more torso than limb, as though a seal had been stretched and warped, given long grasping tentacles filled with bones like bars of coral. It’s head was most horrid of all, flat and ovoid, jutting out too small from the trunk as though it belonged to a beast half its size.
The thing rose upon its lowermost appendages, two long trunks that ended in flat, protruding flippers that branched into stubby, grasping mockeries of a sucker. It’s triple-hinged uppermost limbs were similar, but the ends branched into five smaller tentacles, each with three hinges of their own.
I froze, as the thing’s gaze fell upon me and it opened its hideous fish-jaw, filled with thick, many-shaped teeth like white shards of stone, and spoke in a shrill, discordant babble. I felt its horrid dry grip on my flesh, as those hinged appendages closed on me like the legs of a crab.
I felt the heat of its body, tasted its noxious, oily flesh through my touch, and prepared for the end, and all went black as a swoon overtook me.
I awoke, some time later, the cold and comforting water, banished back to the comfort of the sea and the dark. I should be grateful I am alive. I should cast aside the experience like a half-remembered dream.
I shall never again go swimming in search of lights above. The last thing I recall before the darkness took me was my right eye popping free of the thing’s grasp enough to see into the distance for one brief moment.
I honestly think that “Columbo” would be a runaway hit on Cardassia. Like, it’s not even a mystery in the proper sense; every episode begins by showing the audience exactly who the murderer was and exactly how and why the murder took place; and the rest of the episode is about an agent of the State relentlessly hounding them until they are inevitably brought to justice. It’s just the sort of story Cardassian audiences would adore.
Oh no
[Image description: Two edited screencaps from Star Trek: Deep Space Nine. Elim Garak and Julian Bashir are sitting at a table in Quark’s. Garak says, “It’s just the sort of story Cardassian audiences would adore.” Bashir rolls his eyes a little bit and replies “Please stop talking about it.” End description].
Garak especially adores how skilfully deceptive Columbo is with his humble “I’m just a little guy” act, which he only occasionally drops to reveal the steel beneath. Given the importance of family and lineage to Cardassian culture, his frequent anecdotes about his wife and other relatives are also regarded as admirable.
So the really fabulous thing about this is that while there’s two basic theories about how the seals get an eel up their nose, there are also problems with both of them. The first is that the seal is shoving its head in holes in the rocks and the eel panics and goes for what looks like a hole—ie a seal nostril. And that would be a great theory, except that seals have what are described as “extremely muscular nostrils” because they gotta slam them closed when diving to keep water out.
Which, okay, fine, except that there’s often like two, three feet of eel INSIDE THE SEAL. The stuff hanging out is just the end of the tail. And eels are astonishingly powerful for their size, true, but so are seal nostrils. (Why am I typing these words? How did my life come to this?)
The other theory, of course, is that they barfed up an eel and it came out their nose instead, but we’re talking a fairly impressive feat that the eel lined up just right to come out the nostrils, and also those are BIG eels. It’d be kinda like a human puking a spear of asparagus out of their nose. (Why am I typing THESE words, too? Why?)
The remaining theory, which is actually the one ascribed to by the lead scientist on the endangered monk seal project, is that dumb teenage seals are snorting eels at each other for fun. And y’know…I just…sure. We live in a world where that wouldn’t even be the tenth strangest thing I’ve heard about mammals.
In conclusion, if any young monk seals are following me, Just Say No To Eel.
EXACTLY LIKE THAT probably
Ok but the real question is what happens to the eels? Are they alive up there squiggling around like, ‘wtf?’ Do the scientists remove them? Are eels beginning to avoid areas where teenage monk seals hang out?
I regret to say that the eels do not come out of this as well as the seals do. But it did lead to one of the most understated and marvelous sentences ever spoken by a wildlife rehabber, namely:
“Though no seals have died or been seriously affected by the eels, having a dead animal up their noses for any extended amount of time poses potentially adverse health impacts, said Simeone, director of Ke Kai Ola, a monk seal hospital in Hawaii run by the Marine Mammal Center.”
I love the implication that the Singular Christian God has been replaced by. Every trans person. We are now a unity
Whats a mob to a king? What’s a king to a God? What’s a God to my Trans friend Hailey who works at Kroger’s?
Okay, but theologically, this can be pretty interesting.
See, some Christian sects like Catholicism, it’s not ONE God but there’s this holy trinity thing going on. The Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit.
So replacing that you can have the Trans Masc, the Trans Femme, and the Trans Androgynous.
Okay, but what about sects where it’s just one god? Cool, it’s just Trans People!
But we can have even more fun with this, since Christianity started as some weird cult loosely based off Judaism. (Nowadays the two are EXTREMELY different btw)
And with Judaism…Well first off, God just gets all the pronouns. He, She, They, whatever God is feeling that day so arguably God is ALREADY trans. (I mean, I suppose technically there was no one to assign God a gender but that starts to dive into existiential crisis territory so we’ll just say God is trans or at least does not conform to Western CisHet traditions)
But see, there’s this line of thinking based off Kabbalism (Often called Jewish Mysticsm, though imo Galaxy Brained Way of Looking at Torah also works) that God is everywhere (which I believe some Christian sects also go with, though in those cases I believe it’s more a matter of trying to appeal to “pagan” religions) and God is anything. Part of why the tree holidays are a big deal in Judaism is because of aspects of Kabbalism that integrated into what we know to be modern Judaism, and yes, God is in nature and the trees, as well as stuff with the trees showing stages of both life and thinking.
Anyways, I digress, the reason that’s relevant is if trans people are replacing God, then trans people are now everywhere, and everything, and also nature and trees.
i know unicorns are usually silver or lavender with those skinny horse legs built for running but id like to see more unicorns with natural colouration built like tanks like these beasts
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we need like a scale of unicorn. on one end you have amalthea last unicorn who is the peak of elegant otherworldly unicorns with silver and lavender colours. we need the opposite of that. we need a unicorn who looks like the horse version of a trucker
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