I go through spurts where I’m posting and commenting a bunch, then I get weary of being online and disconnect. When I am posting, it’s usually to places with stuff I like to take pictures of, like [email protected].
Just a rock-licker who loves all things sci-fi, boardgames, and growing my own food, especially heirloom tomatoes.
I go through spurts where I’m posting and commenting a bunch, then I get weary of being online and disconnect. When I am posting, it’s usually to places with stuff I like to take pictures of, like [email protected].
You’re in luck, there is a best of Lemmy!
I’m in southern California and I think most houses have gas hookups for driers, often with gas stoves and gas water heaters too.
I had the exact same experience with the elephant garlic, they took forever to sprout, long enough that I actually dug one of them up to check that they hadn’t been eaten or something.
It might be! That was one of the varieties I planted this year, though the cloves I put in the ground looked like normal shaped cloves, just scaled up a bit.
That makes sense, he was really undersized compared to the rest.
Rosemary chips actually sound pretty good, never seen that in the US.
I’ll confess I do this with some regularity. If I unwrap a piece of cheese and see it’s moldy, well I’m not tossing a nice hunk of aged gouda in the trash! I’ll slice the mold off, then do a sniff and nibble test. If it still tastes moldy, keep slicing until it doesn’t.
I’ve done this since I was a kid, so who knows if it’s actually safe, or if I’ve just spent decades rolling the dice and getting lucky.
Greg Alder’s Yard Posts is a guy who posts every Friday about growing food in southern California. His climate is pretty similar to mine and his advice was a huge help when I was figuring out the timing for growing a garden. He’s also super knowledgeable when it comes to growing avocados, if that’s your thing.
I’m a geologist, but not the fun kind that gets to look at actual rocks.
I do environmental and some geotechnical work, which pretty much boils down to “Is the dirt poisoned?” and “How hard do I have to squish the dirt to make the future building not fall down?” There’s few things to get excited about, but it’s steady work and pays the bills.
I’ve come to learn your brain is really good at subconscious processing of things that don’t quite make it to conscious awareness. Some part of your brain saw the cop and the deer and was trying to alert the rest of you.
I had that happen once when I was out hiking alone doing geology research. I reached this area of the woods and was suddenly overwhelmed by this feeling of TIME TO LEAVE. I tried arguing with myself that there was still enough daylight to check out an outcrop I could see in the distance, but the feeling got so powerful, I finally gave in and called it quits for the day.
I realized while walking out, that with all the little noises of the quail and other animals I’d been hearing all day, that spot in the woods had been silent. The next time I visited the area (and not alone this time), I found a cave right behind where I’d been standing, with fresh mountain lion tracks. Who knows, some part of me might have seen a mountain lion in that cave and was doing everything it could to tell me to get the fuck away!
Hah, the number on my bank account sometimes feels like it’s just pixels.
But most valuable to me would be old irc chatlogs with people who’ve passed. It’s been years since I’ve felt the need to pull them out and read them, but I’m happy to know they’re there.
I curate the communities I follow to only be nice, hobby-related things, so when I’ve had enough of the all feed, there’s plenty to see without the horror stories.
Trypophobia, something about those kinds of holes… *shudder*
My fiance and I eat out about once a week, and we often choose local places where we know we’ll get 4 meals off of a $15 platter of food. It’s certainly not as cheap as cooking at home, but sometimes you want a giant pile of orange chicken, and not the bother of prep/cleanup.
Maybe some non food gift, like a bouquet of flowers? Or a gift card to a local movie theater or other non food activity?
Not to make light of things, but the first thought that came to my head for counteracting bad tasting medicine is a spoonful of sugar.
Here’s to getting all those achievable goals!
On the pill front, is it possible to crush them and mix with something more easily swallowable?
I second Lorn! Dark ambient electronic sprinkled liberally with glitch elements is chef’s kiss.
Also would recommended Amon Tobin. ISAM is one of my favorite albums, and Lost and Found is often the song I’ll put on to introduce folks to his style.