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i know people make these kinds of posts with fictional characters a lot but like. hank green truly is one of The Most Guys Ever. like. he's one of the earliest youtubers who is still on there. he's a 43-year-old tiktok star. he's a science educator. he got cancer and his response was to make a tier list of the press's coverage of his cancer announcement. the president of the united states sent him a message of support and he told the president that he was pissing out the cancer. years earlier he was diagnosed with ulcerative colitis and his response was to write a polka song about it. he created vidcon. he's the ceo of a company that produces a shitton of educational series (well, not acting ceo at the moment due to the aforementioned cancer). his guitar says "this machine pwns n00bs" on it. he invented 2D glasses. one of his earliest videos to get popular was about animal sex. between him and his brother, he was known as "the science one" (or "the music one") while his brother was "the writer one," and then he wrote two new york times bestselling novels. his most controversial opinion is that butt is legs. he's done so many things that there is a website dedicated to counting the number of days since he started a new thing. he and his brother use their internet following to (among other things) fight maternal/infant mortality in sierra leone. he has a baked bean furby. hes even bisexual

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In 1998. his Winter Park High School classmates named him “Best Dancer.” He’s had an album on the Billboard Charts, and he won an Emmy for a web-based adaptation of Pride & Prejudice. He co-founded DFTBA.com, the Awesome Coffee Club, the Awesome Sock Club, and Sun Basin Soap--but doesn’t make money from any of them. Instead he’s led these brands to donate over $5,000,000 to a hospital in Sierra Leone. His companies, when he stepped down as CEO due to the cancer, had over 115 full-time employees, all of whom receive a living wage and good benefits. His production company, Complexly, has made educational videos with 5 billion total views, and helped hundreds of millions learn through SciShow and Crash Course. He is the sweetest dad to the world’s most amazing six-year-old, and the spouse of one of the funniest people you’ll ever meet, and he is loved--ferociously--by his brother. He truly is among the Most Guys Ever.

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• An Oxford comma walks into a bar, where it spends the evening watching the television, getting drunk, and smoking cigars.

• A dangling participle walks into a bar. Enjoying a cocktail and chatting with the bartender, the evening passes pleasantly.

• A bar was walked into by the passive voice.

• An oxymoron walked into a bar, and the silence was deafening.

• Two quotation marks walk into a “bar.”

• A malapropism walks into a bar, looking for all intensive purposes like a wolf in cheap clothing, muttering epitaphs and casting dispersions on his magnificent other, who takes him for granite.

• Hyperbole totally rips into this insane bar and absolutely destroys everything.

• A question mark walks into a bar?

• A non sequitur walks into a bar. In a strong wind, even turkeys can fly.

• Papyrus and Comic Sans walk into a bar. The bartender says, "Get out -- we don't serve your type."

• A mixed metaphor walks into a bar, seeing the handwriting on the wall but hoping to nip it in the bud.

• A comma splice walks into a bar, it has a drink and then leaves.

• Three intransitive verbs walk into a bar. They sit. They converse. They depart.

• A synonym strolls into a tavern.

• At the end of the day, a cliché walks into a bar -- fresh as a daisy, cute as a button, and sharp as a tack.

• A run-on sentence walks into a bar it starts flirting. With a cute little sentence fragment.

• Falling slowly, softly falling, the chiasmus collapses to the bar floor.

• A figure of speech literally walks into a bar and ends up getting figuratively hammered.

• An allusion walks into a bar, despite the fact that alcohol is its Achilles heel.

• The subjunctive would have walked into a bar, had it only known.

• A misplaced modifier walks into a bar owned by a man with a glass eye named Ralph.

• The past, present, and future walked into a bar. It was tense.

• A dyslexic walks into a bra.

• A verb walks into a bar, sees a beautiful noun, and suggests they conjugate. The noun declines.

• A simile walks into a bar, as parched as a desert.

• A gerund and an infinitive walk into a bar, drinking to forget.

• A hyphenated word and a non-hyphenated word walk into a bar and the bartender nearly chokes on the irony


- Jill Thomas Doyle

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A zeugma walked into a bar, my life and trouble.

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What people don't understand about "no excess physical activity/exercise" is that everything is physical activity.

I told the people at orthopedic urgent care that I can't do physical therapy because my condition doesn't allow for exercise. They gave me a list of things I could do at home. They were exercises. I was frustrated at first, but it made me realize how able bodied people can't conceptualize "no exercise" at all.

Walking down two hallways to get to my college class is exercise. Cooking and baking are exercise. Getting something from downstairs is exercise. Even typing is exercise. Each one of those things chips away at my ability to do simple things, like sit upright or speak or even just stay awake. When someone says they can't exercise for medical reasons, that means they can't, and pushing them to do physical activity because it "doesn't take that much energy" is dangerous. Everything takes energy.

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Sephardic Jewish woman from Belgrade, 1910

The settlement of Jews in the Belgrade area goes back to Roman times. Ashkenazim from Italy and Hungary came to the city in the 13th century and were joined by Sephardim from Turkey in 1521. After the capture of Belgrade by Austria, Austrian soldiers looted and killed the Turkish and Jewish population. Some Jews managed to flee to Bulgaria, but the majority were taken prisoner and deported as slaves to Austria. Only when in 1815 Milosh Obrenovich was recognized ruler of Serbia the Jewish community really began to flourish. When the Germans entered Belgrade in April 1941, 12,000 Jews were living there. The ethnic Germans of the city led the soldiers to Jewish shops and homes. The Ashkenazi synagogue was turned into a brothel. Jewish and Roma men were trucked to a killing site outside the city and ordered to dig their own graves. Then the German shot 100 men for every soldier the Yugoslav Partisans killed and 50 for every one wounded. Jewish women and children were transported to a camp on the Sava river, where they died of cold and starvation and were buried in the village of Jaintsi.

first tumblr post!!

I finally broke down and did it. I made a tumblr.

I don’t expect anyone to find or read this, at least not for now. I guess I’m posting as a sort of digital diary, because whenever I want to journal it is either too late or would take too long to complete. Of course, now that I have an actual account to blog from, I’ve forgotten everything that I wanted to say…

Today is either the (late) night of Tuesday, May 9th, or (early) morning of Wednesday, May 10th. I am awake and ashamed of being up at this time, although it is currently loads earlier than when I fell asleep the last few days. Please excuse typos and ramblingI Perhaps it would help if I wrote a list of everything that I want to write about:

  • Ill Babi (bubbe/grandmother)
  • How long-covid has affected my life, especially as a young person
  • Jewish identity
  • Probably my interests lol (linguistics! music! performing!)

I got sick with covid for the first time since the pandemic started eight months ago, in September 2022. Then came the long-covid–the brain fog and mind bending fatigue. I was able to maintain my level of work with only a few minor roadbumps until December, despite being unable to focus most of the time. I became even more tired, having had no time to recover from everything. At the same time, my Babi’s health truly began deteriorating, meaning that she was in and out of the hospital practically every other week. This whole era was obviously pretty stressful.

Life continued in January similarly as before. Not great, but I had hope for a new start with the new year and that I would heal with just a little time off. I wish. February everything turned to shit and started a spiral that I still seem to be on. February was when I started feeling the chronic-fatigue and intense insomnia symptoms of my long-covid. I quite literally remember the night a flip switched and everything went to hell; I had particularly bad insomnia, and the next day I felt started feeling a small bit of fatigue, plus a little tiredness that combined, caused me to take a sick day. I returned to life the next day, a Wednesday, but again felt fatigued, rather than just the usual tiredness when I got home that night. Once I lay down in bed, I couldn’t get up. There was at once an elephantine weight pressing down on me and a lack of fuel in my bones.

TL;DR, both my and my babi’s health continued in a downward spiral, I got really depressed, everyone in my family got increasingly stressed out, I became isolated from my friends, and started hating life sometimes.

I consider myself an optimistic person–someone who can find the good in anything. This becomes increasingly hard when, as well as the ability to get up or walk for more than a few minutes at once or focus enough to text with friends or focus on work to do, one lacks the ability to feel emotion. I have been lucky in that my intense days (e.g. no appetite, intense nothingness) have not persisted, but shit still fucking sucks.

I’ll hopefully continue this tomorrow, as there is still more that I want to record.

bye-bye