turnpikeghosts

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  • 1995
  • doomscrolling
  • if you live in the us and have literally 2 minutes to spare go fill out the form here -- it will give you a script and also prompt a phone call that will patch you through the the office of your district's representative. specify that you will not consider voting for them again, or for any elected officials, if they don't call for an immediate ceasefire and end to us funding of genocide. jewish voice for peace has a lot of other action items, most of which can be done from home if you aren't able to attend a protest.

  • hi just so you know the media and internet lied to you.

    being a bitch isn’t cool, being unkind isn’t tough, and aspiring to be petty is sad.

    life is really really hard and the only way we’re gonna get through it with a little bit of joy is together.

  • enjoying hurting people’s feelings is a sign of deep unhappiness and i hope one day you can heal and spend your time loving the people who deserve it and getting away from the ones who don’t

  • Reposting this tweet from Abdalhadi Alijla عبد الهادي العجلة (@alijla2021):

    "Via Scott Long. For those interested, I've uploaded my entire library of books on Palestine/Israel to the cloud, in digital form (mostly pdf and epub) so you can access them. It's a little over 1700 books, a lot of them good and important, some of them historical or political curiosities. Nearly all are in English, I'm afraid. You can download any that interest you individually, or the whole library (about 13 GB). And feel free to share this."

    Link to the drive

  • the Israelis have blinded us to Gaza by bombing the remaining tech infrastructure. We are seeing drastic falloffs in connectivity especially in the northern and central strip, where al-Shifa Hospital is located. They bombed near Shifa earlier this week, and if you go check Israeli social media right now they have already manufactured the justification to bomb Shifa Hospital. They are calling it 'Hamas HQ'. Over 50 thousand people are believed to be sheltering there, and it's one of the last medical centers with any capacity to function despite the fuel shortage as it is partly solar powered. We likely won't hear anything for the next few hours, and ground operations are likely to already be underway.

    There's not much more to say at this point, and not much to do but pray. I'm sorry.

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    Actual roman epitaph for a dog

  • humans are the same

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  • I’ve seen this one doing the rounds a few times (and it makes me cry every time I see it), but was curious about the original Latin text, so I did some digging: it’s a shortened version of CIL 10, 00659, a tombstone from Salernum (modern Salerno, Italy). (source; CIL is the Corpus Inscriptionum Latinarum).

    Portaui lacrimis madidus te, nostra catella,

         Quod feci lustris laetior ante tribus.

    Ergo mihi, Patrice, iam non dabis oscula mille

         Nec poteris collo grata cubare meo.

    Tristis marmorea posui te sede merentem

         Et iunxi semper manib(us) ipse meis

    Morib(us) argutis hominem simulare paratam,

         Perdidimus quales hei mihi delicias.

    Tu, dulcis Patrice, nostras attingere mensas

        Consueras, gremio poscere blanda cibos,

    Lambere tu calicem lingua rapiente solebas,

         Quem tibi saepe meae sustinuere manus,

    Accipere et lassum cauda gaudente frequenter

    And here’s my translation:

    Wet with tears I have carried you, our little (female) dog, just as I did in happier times fifteen years earlier (lit. “three periods of five years).  For myself, Patrice, now you will not give me a thousand kisses nor will you be able to lie lovingly around/against my neck.  I have sorrowfully placed you, merit-worthy, in a marble tomb and I have joined you always to myself in death, as by your cleverness you matched a human.  Alas, we lost such pleasures for myself!  You, sweet Patrice, were accustomed to join us at our table, to beg charmingly for food (while sitting in our) laps.  You were in the habit of greedily licking our cups with your tongue, which my hands often held for you.  Frequently and joyfully (you) receive a weary one with your (wagging) tail...

    tl;dr: this dog was named Patrice and was very, very loved.  (another translation with some glossing of the text.)

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