In Paris this week, he said: “I am interested in the horses that dance and I want to give them some carrots and apples … make sure they’re fed before they do their thang.”
Stewart explained the pair’s dressage plan.
“Snoop called me and said he knows I know horses, and he’s a little fearful of horses,” the businesswoman, philanthropist and octogenarian Sports Illustrated swimsuit cover model told NBC on Friday.
“I’m still scared of horses,” Snoop said.
“Have you ever ridden a horse?” Stewart asked.
“No,” said Snoop. “I’m scared.”
“So we’re gonna do dressage,” Stewart said.
This is so lovely and heartwarming that I almost didn’t notice that Snoop’s wearing knee high spats
EPILOGUE
He got to meet the horses!!
He even got to feed them carrots like he wanted to, even though he seems to be nervous! Such courage and valor! /Gen!
This is clearly the coolest day of that white guy’s life. It’s the coolest day of the horse’s life. This is the coolest day of all of our lives. Mr Dogg, thank you for being who you are.
Can we just take a sec to also thank Mr. Snoop Dog for saying that he was scared to do something and called a friend to help him. And then did the scary thing. I think that admitting you’re scared of something takes courage and inner strength.
“Can we just take a sec to also thank Mr. Snoop Dog for saying that he was scared to do something and called a friend to help him. And then did the scary thing.
I think that admitting you’re scared of something takes courage and inner strength.”
I think this is one of the single most important things he’s done in his whole life. Modeling for the public how to deal with fear.
He doesn’t know anything about horses. They can be quite big and quite dangerous at times. It’s an understandable fear. But he’s also willing to try to get to know them a little, and he calls on someone whom he knows understands them, someone whom he trusts to tell him what to do, how to act, and who can also keep an eye out for anything that might happen.
If you know anything about Snoop’s past, you know he’s…well, complicated. A guy who literally joined a branch of one of the two most notorious street gangs, who has been in and out of court several times, who has been “caught with weapons as a former convicted felon,” etc, etc, etc. Basically he’s had a tough-guy image for a good portion of his life. (Did you know he was also a pro-wrestler guest star for a while? Yeah, I did not expect that one, lol!)
Being able to admit that you’re afraid is something that even “tough guys” need to do, sometimes. That even “the cool guys” feel fear, and need to call on a friend for help.
Being vulnerable in public is something that men haven’t been allowed to be or do for far too many years, and it’s good to see it being modelled in healthy ways. Or as his friend Martha Stewart would put it, “That’s a good thing.”
i’ve been going through Voyager with my mom for the past few months and instead of her saying “hey want to watch some Voyager tonight?” she always says “is it time to head to the Delta Quadrant?” and i just find it very cute. yes. yes it is time to head to the Delta Quadrant.
while i love this and highly recommend that if a teacher can fit this in, they should because they can catch all sorts of things just by finding who doesn’t appear to have any friends
but the columbine shooters weren’t misunderstood loners who just needed friends. they were the school bullies. they had already graduated and were dangerous adults. their previous classmates were afraid of them. media at the time whipped up a false narrative based on preconceived notions at the time and a wanted to implicate what the older generations saw as evidence of social degradation like “violent” video games, alternative fashion, and people being different than the pre-determined “norm”
it is not more likely for the loner to shoot up the school
when a school shooting happens it is most likely the kid everyone is afraid of, the bully, the one constantly wanting to hurt others, the one that doesn’t just have an interest in guns or bombs but has an unhealthy obsession with gun and bomb violence, the one that voices or demonstrates a belief that they have a right to inflict their will on others
without getting too much into the stats and psychology that to be honest i understand conceptually but i can’t say i know everything there is to know about it, the school shooter=misunderstood loner is a very harmful and negligent view of school shootings that heaps even more harmful anxieties of not fitting in on some kid who just might be autistic and really into warrior cats and ignores the real, and too multifaceted for me to really get into here, problems that could lead a primed child/children to visiting deadly violence on their school
on some level i’m thinking about when I was going through school as an undiagnosed autistic girl during the time where the leading science said girls don’t “get” (asd under an older, more offensive name) who lived in a military family and moved around a lot because of it, I was unmoored in more ways than I understood at the time. I was already drowning in loneliness, crushing depression, and the genuine belief that I had something fundamentally wrong with me. If a teacher started honing in on me because they thought I would bomb or shoot up the school, that would have pushed me even farther beyond what I could handle. there’s just flat out more lonely kids than bullies, and even much less so bullies who could also kill
Hey, if something turns out to be unrelated but it still inspires a healthy practice that can help a lot of people, that’s not a bad thing. Just, when we are sharing these anecdotes of teachers going above and beyond, some of them need a little disclaimer to help separate the unhelpful assumptions from the good practices
Completely forgot to send this to you when I showed you my assortments of cool bugs but I thought given your seeming enjoyment of more unusual critters you may enjoy seeing this big centipede.
Context: a few years back I dug up my veggie garden as it would need to be removed to make way for some excavation work being done for some renovations.
When digging it up I came across this sizeable Cormocephalusaurantipes and scooped it up into a tub I filled with soil from the garden, some leaf litter and woodchips as I didn’t want him or her to come to harm during the excavation work (as it would be very extensive).
I thankfully have bearded dragons so I have a decent supply of live mealworms on hand and while the work was being done I housed, fed and occassionally misted as necessary this beautiful invert and was able to release it happy and healthy into the garden once all the work was done.
This short video is one I took while it was chowing down on a mealworm it caught for its dinner that night.
I still think about this centipede and it was certainly the largest one I’ve come across as I usually see much smaller Westwood’s Green Centipedes. Aussie here to metric system but I recall this one measured a good 16cm long so I think that converts to like 6.3 inches?
Scientists largely agree that Earth is in the midst of a sixth mass extinction, so we will be called upon to say goodbye to animals with increasing frequency. Unfortunately, the average American knows pitifully few ways to do so. If you ask anyone on the street, their list will likely stop short after just two: “In a while, crocodile” and “See you later, alligator.” In light of this, we offer the following non-exhaustive list of animal farewells:
Take care, Polar Bear
It’s been real, Hawaiian Monk Seal
See ya mañana, Marine Iguana
Sorry we’ve been so negligent, Sumatran Elephant
It was nice to meet ya, Vaquita
Gotta bounce, Greater Sage-Grouse
Have a great day, Giant Manta Ray
Kick rocks, Arctic Fox
Sorry for revvin’ our engines, Galápagos Penguins
Wouldn’t you agree highways are fine though, Greater One-Horned Rhino?
So long, Dugong
Our bad on the grievous damage to your corpus, Yangtze Finless Porpoise
Take a hike, San Clemente Loggerhead Shrike
You’re about to become a lacuna, Bluefin Tuna
Gotta bail, North Atlantic Right Whale
Look, we had to destroy your habitat to make way for a villa, Eastern Lowland Gorilla
Time to die, Monarch Butterfly
Keep it funky, Black-Handed Spider Monkey
Luck-wise, you’re the opposite of a four-leaf clover, Mountain Plover
The thing is, people just really like golfin’, Bottlenose Dolphin
Fun to hang with you, Golden-Mantled Tree Kangaroo
We know the acidification of the oceans is going to leave a mark, Great White Shark
There’s just a lot of us, Pygmy Hippopotamus
A whole, whole lot of us, Chambered Nautilus
I get why you say it seems like we weren’t even tryin’, African Lion
I saw a post the other day about how difficult mindfulness meditation can be, especially for people who are neurodivergent, and OP was frustrated that their therapist never recommended anything else. There are many opportunities to bring mindfulness, focus, and intention to activities you already like! Learning about flow state has been a real eye-opener for me.
TFW you realize you’ve actually been doing ADHD meditation by baking or cleaning to make yourself feel better.
Utroba Cave in the Rhodope mountains, Bulgaria. Carved by hand more than 3000 years ago (?), it was rediscovered in 2001.
Archeologists
hypothesize that an altar built at the end of the cave, which is about
22 m deep, represents either the cervix or the uterus.
At midday, light seeps into the temple through an opening in the ceiling, projecting an image of a phallus on to the floor.
When
the sun is at the right angle, in late February or early March, the
phallus grows longer and reaches the alter, symbolically fertilizing the
womb before the sowing of the spring crops.
These people were drawing dicks on the ground with the sun in 1000 BCE. All you fools messing with Sharpies need to step up your game.
“Hee! That looks kind of like-”
“Come on, self, don’t make it weird. It’s just a cave.”
*reads article*
“Oh.”
I found it fascinating that we have an entire vulva cave and yet someone still managed to focus on the dick that occasionally projects on the floor.
this is hilarious but also im gonna cry like this teenage gamer died and they buried her with her high score. no one took back the pot or divided it up because no one would play against her again. her family and friends buried her with her wins. im crying
So, I really love the selection of Tim Walz for VP and it’s taken me a moment to articulate why. I mean, obviously, Dem bonafides, he’s sharp, he’s funny, etc etc. But everyone in the Veepstakes fits that bill, Harris was spoiled for good choices.
But Walz offers something that the other men in contention don’t that I think will be incredibly useful in combating Trumpism.
He offers an example and an off ramp to the section of men who felt like they were Republicans by default, and so support Trump by default. There are a lot of Trump voters who are full on obsessive, but that’s not who we’re talking to. We’re talking to folks who grew up in Republican areas, or felt their hobbies didn’t line up with who a Democrat was, or didn’t feel represented by their image of a Democrat. You want to see it so you can be it, you know? Which is why Harris is so inspirational to a lot of segments of folks, but Walz is too.
He served in the military. He went to a state college. He’s your favorite teacher from your public high school. He’s your football coach who actually cared if you were passing your math class. He’s the guy you looked up to at school when your family sucked but this guy cared, and he helped you get out and make something of yourself.
He’s the neighbor who helps you jump your car. He’s your uncle who takes you hunting. He’s your Dad who loves teasing you at the Stare Fair. He’s you when he makes a mistake like his DUI and takes responsibility for it, and when he has the chance makes sure other can come back from similar mistakes. He’s you when you and your wife want so badly to be parents and IVF gives you the family you wanted. He’s you when he says ‘it had to be me’ and used his standing and power to protect vulnerable kids sponsoring the GSA at his school.
He gives the real life example to these men that they can be that football, fishing, hunting family man who wants to provide for his family, be that powerful, respected member of the community and use that power to feed kids in school. That it’s normal to enthusiastically work for a boss like Harris. That yeah those other guys are fucking weirdos, and you’re not a weirdo, are you?
That there’s a place in the Democratic Party for them. That they don’t have to default to being fucking weird.
I hope those guys see this example of masculinity and go… yeah, that’s me. That’s who I’m gonna be.
Both endlessly and at the same time. I have plans on plans and also freestyle things that definitely shouldn’t be.
Yes both for me as well!
And as a musician I vibe with how this dichotomy of expresses itself in music: improvisation and composition. Those aren’t really different things—they are just a sliding scale of how much musical structure you’re dealing with. An improvisation is often based on a couple of ideas or rules that you think about and set up consciously or unconsciously. A composition usually has areas where it can be interpreted in different ways and adapted. And some composers deliberately build their compositions to allow more room for variation and interpretation by the player.
Back to the original point though—if the situation is really unfamiliar to me I like to be the planning ADHD. (And I lose so much sleep as my brain wakes me up again and again to add just one more worry or detail!) But once I’m actually in the situation and know I have a solid plan, I often relax into being able to improvise into it. (Getting some sleep helps a lot.)
I’m not wasting perfectly good procrastination time making a plan.
reblogging this again because i can’t stop thinking about “where’s the wretch?”
i have hundreds of thousands of words of writing asks on this blog spanning a decade. i’ve read dozens of craft books. i’ve been teaching creative writing for 8 years. and “where’s the wretch” might be the best craft advice i’ve ever heard.
For those outside the midwest, “ope” is what you say if you drop something, make a small error, need to slide on by someone, etc.
[ID: A poster in the style of the Barack Obama “Hope” poster, only it shows Tim Walz, Kamala Harris’s new running mate, in large letterpress-style patches of cream, blue, and red; instead of reading HOPE it reads OPE.]
What on earth happened to the cherubim of Soria’s Hermitage of the Virgin of Mirón?
Soria Patrimonio, a group dedicated to the preservation of cultural heritage in the Spanish city, is asking this question on X after what appears to be yet another botched restoration in Spain.
The group’s viralbefore-and-after photos capture the Baroque Hermitage of Our Lady of Mirón church in Soria, built in the 18th century on the ruins of a Romanesque building. Not only did the restoration add a pink trim to the once all-white walls, but it also left the cherubim looking much paler — and weirder.
Soria’s Hermitage before (left) and after restoration (right) (images courtesy Soria Patrimonio)
The new cherubim are ghostly white with bright red lips, uncanny eyes and eyebrows, and disproportionate arms and legs. In comparison to the untouched cherubim still visible in the church, the altered figures appear more cartoonish and decidedly less celestial.
One cherub looks like it’s wearing a column as a backpack.
The restoration reminded some of the infamous “Monkey Christ” in Spain in 2016, when an amateur artist set out to restore a fading portrait of Jesus by Elías García Martínez and unleashed a torrent of memes.
The Spanish Association of Conservationists and Restorationists (ACRE) quickly demanded answers from the Castile and León region. “Until qualified professionals supervise and execute our cultural heritage, we must remain attentive to the unforeseen,” ARCE wrote on X.
After the restoration, the cherubim were left with exaggerated features.
The group also released a statement outlining the proper protocol for restoration projects on cultural monuments, which the hermitage is classified as.
In the statement, ACRE references a recent law in the Castile and León region requiring only qualified professionals under supervision to conduct restoration projects such as the one on the Soria hermitage. The group did not mention whether or not the restorer of the Soria hermitage constituted a qualified professional under those guidelines.
ACRE has also advocated for fiercer regulations since the Monkey Christ restoration in Spain and several others, including two horrifying renditions of the Virgin Mary in 2020.
Now, I’m all in favor of NHL Mascots as VPs, but is Gritty actually old enough? They debuted 2018, which, assuming they debuted at 18, makes them 26. Now if they had a vibrant college or minors career before their pro debut, they might be 35, but then I wanna see their stats.°
I submit there’s a sleeper VP candidate:
making it a True GenX ticket, since the Phanatic appeared in 1978, and the MBL has a long tradition of employing child labor.
I do not, mind, discount the possibility that it could be both, because (a) I don’t know or care if they are 2 halves of the same individual, because I know nothing about the spectrum of mascot sexes, and (b) for all I know, Gritty and the Phanatic are married.
°Not for ageism or anything, just because I wanna see Gritty’s stats :)
Honestly it wouldn’t surprise me if Gritty is older than human understanding and has just decided in recent years to be a hockey mascot for the lols.
Yes! Say more! We needs the headcanon, comrade!!
Oh! Uh, okay!
So I can’t be the only one who thinks Gritty has seen the birth and death of universes. I look into those eyes and I don’t see madness. I see knowledge. I see the beginning of all understanding, which of course always sounds like the ravings of a madman. 
My theory is, Gritty looks how he looks because he wants to, and when he watched humans and saw how diverse we could be, he found us as fascinating as we find him. And when he found out there’s a sport where we fistfight each other on ice for fun? You know Gritty was IN.
I. Adore. This.
And naturally when he came across hockey, the chaos game, he decided that this is what warranted his Ageless Patronage, and that Philly, city of Brotherly Love, cornerly Wawas, and perpetual traffic nightmares, was where he would make his home.
Naturalists have got to be one of the groups of people most susceptible to being tricked by the fae. Travellers these days are much less likely to follow a mysterious light or the smell of roast beef into the forest. Meanwhile, find me a naturalist who would not completely lose themself in pursuit of:
An unidentifiable bird call
A butterfly that’s slightly off-color
An opossum with its head stuck in a yogurt tub
A really big woodpecker
The Fae better be fuckin ready to be tagged and fitted with a Radio Collar for Science then, I got new hiking boots and no other ideas for research grant money.
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