Never having done a hunger strike myself, I thought the following was interesting. It sounds like there’s kind of a medical protocol to it and I wonder what measures are taken when it’s deemed “dangerous.” Under these conditions I’m guessing some folks could last physically (no judgement on the mental toughness it takes!) for quite some time:
“The students have been drinking water with electrolytes and having their vitals tested twice a day.”
Check out Mango. I was able to get a free subscription through my library.
There’s an Italian restaurant in Denver (Gaetano’s) that was opened in the 40s to give the mob wives something to keep them busy and to launder money. The mob is long gone, but the restaurant is still pretty popular.
My former rowing partner was one of the people blinded by eye drops before these safety standards were established. I’m sure she can vouch for how not-a-big-deal this is after losing her job, marriage, home, and almost her life. Fuckers.
I don’t need a timer though.
I have brief mode on, she doesn’t give a shit. I need “say the absolute minimum number of words” mode.
Now they can hear me scream “shut the fuck up Alexa!!!” every time she says “…by the way…” when I just want to know what time it is.
…and now I have Careless Whispers stuck in my head. You’re welcome.
But wait, isn’t this some sort of official government communication channel now? Sure there must be uptime agreements and penalties for such a thing, right? Right?!?
Canama? Pamada?
I think North Dakota is just trying to say warm, but doesn’t know how to actually ask for what they need.
Wyoming and Ohio need each other.
Same with my 2014 Subaru Outback. I’m holding onto it as long as I can.
Damn, peasants had it pretty good in 1887!
That naked chick in the middle.
This is the best explanation I could find. Growing up in Connecticut I used to see it in regular grocery stores shrink wrapped near the other forms of fresh mozzarella, but maybe I can hunt it down in a specialty store now.
The fire alarm.
Braided string cheese. It wasn’t always these individual sticks. For many years it was fresh twisted mozzarella with little black seeds, and you had to rip it into lengths. Now when I look for or ask about that people act like I’m an alien with two heads. I swear this used to exist!
Upright bass player…yep, not the traditional way to carry it, but damn has the head-balance come in handy a few times.
I’m thrilled that there’s some sort of government pushback, but I did think that “emergency naked bike ride” was absolutely the best Portland response ever. Keep on keepin’ on you glorious weirdos!