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When a dog sees a Christmas tree.

Nonfiction: Everything Is Tuberculosis by John Green

Tuberculosis has been entwined with humanity for millennia. Once romanticized as a malady of poets, today tuberculosis is a disease of poverty that walks the trails of injustice and inequity we blazed for it.

In 2019, John Green met Henry, a young tuberculosis patient at Lakka Government Hospital in Sierra Leone while traveling with Partners in Health. John became fast friends with Henry, a boy with spindly legs and a big, goofy smile. In the years since that first visit to Lakka, Green has become a vocal and dynamic advocate for increased access to treatment and wider awareness of the healthcare inequities that allow this curable, treatable infectious disease to also be the deadliest, killing 1.5 million people every year.

In Everything is Tuberculosis, John tells Henry’s story, woven through with the scientific and social histories of how tuberculosis has shaped our world and how our choices will shape the future of tuberculosis.

Fiction: Little Eyes by Samantha Schweblin

They’ve infiltrated homes in Hong Kong, shops in Vancouver, the streets of in Sierra Leone, town squares in Oaxaca, schools in Tel Aviv, bedrooms in Indiana. They’re everywhere. They’re here. They’re us. They’re not pets, or ghosts, or robots. They’re real people, but how can a person living in Berlin walk freely through the living room of someone in Sydney? How can someone in Bangkok have breakfast with your children in Buenos Aires, without your knowing? Especially when these people are completely anonymous, unknown, unfindable.

The characters in Samanta Schweblin’s brilliant new novel, Little Eyes, reveal the beauty of connection between far-flung souls–but yet they also expose the ugly side of our increasingly linked world. Trusting strangers can lead to unexpected love, playful encounters, and marvelous adventure, but what happens when it can also pave the way for unimaginable terror? This is a story that is already happening; it’s familiar and unsettling because it’s our present and we’re living it, we just don’t know it yet. In this prophecy of a story, Schweblin creates a dark and complex world that’s somehow so sensible, so recognizable, that once it’s entered, no one can ever leave.

Almost finished with this one and enjoying it far more than I expected to.

Its crazy to me the amount of people here who are misinterpreting the meme. Its not saying men are like animals who need to be trained. Misandrists are the ones who say that. They say things like “a scantily clad woman is like waving a steak in front of a dog, of course he’s going to molest you.” This meme is saying, to use the Christian parlance, “if a dog can learn to control itself, how much more so can a grown-ass man.”

Mom fell on an uneven sidewalk a few hours ago. Sitting in the hospital for a few hours now, waiting to get stitches in the hole in her chin. Thankfully no broken bones or teeth.

You all think Christmas just happens. It doesn’t. It falls out of my holly jolly BUTT.

Beautiful photos.

Reshoot it with current MC playing Trump’s part across from his child self.

You are correct, but so is the above commentor. Women were considered subservient to the men.

He can remarry. We’re divorced. Its between him and the cult of they want to punish him for it. I refuse to give them any power.

I’m going to have a nice christmas with my family. But also wish I could spend an evening with you and your dog at that fire pit.

In fiction:

People who keep calling someone’s name who is unresponsive (either unconscious or walking away). You’ve said their name six times now. They either need car, or you need to say something different.

Problems that could have been easily solved by communication, but the characters did something like: “I can explain!” Instead of just explaining.

"Wait for it . . . "

No.

Casual Geographic on YouTube uses tons of fun euphemisms. Things like getting taken off the census, or hooking up to God’s wifi.

American Sign language has some of the best.

First

Second

I cant find a video of the one I Learned in college. Involves the fingers of one hand springing up suddenly from behind the other, like the legs of a dead spider.

What is NDs?

You guys have friends?

Divorced over a decade, no contact since. My ex and I were in a stupid cult when we married, and apparently he still is. They don’t allow remarriage unless one partner has “committed adultery.” He wrote saying he sees online that I’m living with another dude, but can I confirm whether or not I’ve had sex?

I ignored it.

It’s an egg, it’s not fertilized.

Cage-free eggs. Chickens were probably still tortured and crammed on top of each other in a barn. Look for certified humane.

Edit: himane to humane. Spell check refuses to let me make the typo intentionally, but let it slip through the initial post. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯