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Coal miners get training to be beekeepers.
Appalachian Beekeeping Collective is headquartered at an old camp that was once owned and operated by coal mining companies that saw thousands of kids of coal miners go through the camp from different mining states.
“These people are so tied to this place. When I was there over the summer, at least twice a week somebody would drive by and say, ‘I went to camp here 50 years ago. This place means so much to me’ so it’s a really special spot,” said Delaney. “There’s so much rich history there.”
Because the people are tied to the land and invested in the history of the area, Delaney said that it made sense to get them involved in beekeeping.
“They’re native and they’ve been there for generations and they know every mountain, every hill has a name even though it might not be on a map. Because they’re so tied to the land, this operation had to be something that was sustainable and that was also very connected to the environment and beekeeping is definitely both of those things,” said Delaney.
An advice video about going no contact with a narcissist. The person who sent me this suggestion said there were several other worthwhile videos on her channel.
A documentary on origami.
Moira Donegan on creating the Shitty Media Men list.
I was incredibly naïve when I made the spreadsheet. I was naïve because I did not understand the forces that would make the document go viral. I was naïve because I thought that the document would not be made public, and when it became clear that it would be, I was naïve because I thought that the focus would be on the behavior described in the document, rather than on the document itself. It is hard to believe, in retrospect, that I really thought this. But I did.
In case you missed it in last week’s Dump comments: I Made the Pizza Cinnamon Rolls from Mario Batali’s Sexual Misconduct Apology Letter.
I find myself fluctuating between apathy and anger as I try to follow Batali’s recipe, which is sparse on details. The base of the rolls is pizza dough — Batali notes that you can either buy it, or use his recipe to make your own.
I make my own, because I’m a woman, and for us there are no fucking shortcuts. We spend 25 years working our asses off to be the most qualified Presidential candidate in U.S. history and we get beaten out by a sexual deviant who likely needs to call the front desk for help when he’s trying to order pornos in his hotel room.
Donald Trump is President, so I’m making the goddamn dough by scratch.
How Stevie Wonder helped create the MLK Day holiday. Related, found on Tumblr:
And if you haven’t seen the FB post that Penzey’s Spices put up on Sunday, it’s definitely worth your time.
Twelve simple truths about race, racism, and the middle ages from The Public Medievalist. And a compiled list of their resources from the Tumblr medivalpoc.
Mothers, motherhood, and regret.
Discussing maternal regret raises ethical dilemmas but is necessary, says Andrea O’Reilly, a professor at York University’s School of Gender, Sexuality and Women’s Studies and the author of 18 books on motherhood: “I understand the protection of children, but if you completely enforce that you have no mother voices telling their story, and you don’t want that either.”
And what we’re learning about regretful mothers upends binary thinking that women who regret having children must be neglectful or substandard parents: it’s motherhood these women regret, not the children. Dutton expressed love for her offspring (“I would cut off my arm if either needed it”); it was maternal strictures she bristled against (“I felt oppressed by my constant responsibility for them”). In Today’s Parent, Augustine Brown called her children “the best things I have ever done” and assured readers she wasn’t “a monster” before expressing conflicted feelings: “What I’m struggling with is that it feels like their amazing life comes at the expense of my own,” she wrote, expressing remorse for “this life I wanted so badly and now find myself trapped in.”
Being a mother in Hawaii during 38 minutes of nuclear fear.
Skincare enthusiasts, here’s a video of recommendations via the Two Bossy Dames tinyletter. This woman has some of the most amazing skin I’ve seen so her recs are very persuasive.
Atlas Obscura’s story about how a bookstore owner helped de-stigmatize the mystery genre.
In the 1970s, Penzler was sort of a mystery groupie. He hung out at the giant clump of bookstores that made up New York’s 4th Avenue “Book Row.” (Those bookstores, apart from The Strand, are all gone now.) He became known in the community as someone with a real passion for this stuff, and eventually was asked to help write The Encyclopedia of Mystery and Detection, a huge reference book for the history of crime fiction up to that point. The book did well and got Penzler even further into the publishing world, and in 1975 founded The Mysterious Press, a publishing house dedicated to proving that mysteries can be and should be considered as important as any literary fiction.
The Mysterious Press published mysteries in higher-quality packaging than they’d ever seen before. Penzler used expensive acid-free paper, then a new creation, to ensure the longevity of his books. Before acid-free paper, the natural acids in the wood pulp would naturally begin to eat away at the paper after time; the cheap pulp novels would literally self-destruct. Penzler used a more expensive woven pattern in his paper, which he says gives it a superior look and feel, and decided to sew his bindings rather than glue them. He hired top artists to create the covers for his books.
None of this was totally unheard of in publishing in the late 1970s, but it was completely new for what until then had been considered toilet literature. Penzler simply treated his books the way he thought they should be treated: he did limited editions, signed copies, slip covers, the whole thing. “It has been a professional goal for 40 years to elevate this genre,” he says.
Asexual Authors Speak Out About Representation (And Ostracization) In Fiction.
How the culture of coercion influences what we think of as sexual coercion (and assault).
What he was doing, was to try to put me in enough pain that I would bend to his will. And, he knew he was putting me in pain because of how I responding: I was getting angry with him, and I was asking him to stop.
Yet, he was relying on a cultural bias that we have, where we believe the emotional pain we cause people doesn’t count as real pain. After the fact, when I tried to evaluate what had happened — did I feel threatened? Was he shouting at me? Was I worried he’d use physical violence on me? — I kept coming up with nothing. What escaped my notice, was that his persistent questioning itself was painful, and I stopped refusing to have sex with him to escape this emotional pain.
I am purchasing these earplugs for the concert I’m attending next month. I already have slight tinnitus problems thanks to poor ear care during years of live shows several times a month (I hate the way regular earplugs muffle everything), so I have high hopes for these.
Do not take to this particular sea.