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I wasn’t feeling the origami this morning, so I thought I’d do a little Halloween kirigami instead.

This is my shield when I join combat in the skeleton war.

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I grew up in Honolulu. I was one of the youngest of a large group of cousins, most of whom are male and Filipino, apart from my mom’s sister’s son, who is white. We spent a lot of time together since we all lived pretty close, and my Filipino grandfather (and, until three days before I was born, grandmother) owned a large house that always seemed to have at least two or three aunties and hence vast quantities of delicious food in it (chicken malunggai! pancit! lumpia! suman!) .

I haven’t seen these cousins very frequently since we all became adults. Two of them were in the military for many years. They came to visit us in Monterey on our recent trip to the USA. So before I share the photos from the meals we ate together (because of course there was food, lots of food), here are the photos my parents brought of us as children. Most of these were taken at Waimea Falls on the north shore of Oahu.

I’m on the left. The two cousins in the middle came to Monterey over Labour Day weekend. On the far right, holding the camera to his eyes, is the cousin I shall refer to as Big Keiki, because Little Keiki is named after him. Please note matching bowl cuts. Niiice.

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Intended Reading (28th September)

Sep. 28th, 2016 08:21 pm
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What haven't you read yet this week?

We all have things we mean to read, but never quite find the time, whether it's a bunch of unopened tabs, or in a precarious tower of books by the bed.

What's on your to-be-read list this week
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September 28th, 2016: Listen, I may not be the best at your precious "chess" but I was pretty good at that sliding squares game where the numbers doubled every time.

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Sep. 28th, 2016 02:40 pm
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I know basically none of you care, but the Black Sails content will probably continue to spam you for a bit longer. At the very least until I'm done watching Luke Cage this weekend, lol.

So, I didn't really realize for a long time after I started watching Black Sails that it was a direct fanfiction of Treasure Island in the way that Wicked is a fanfic of The Wizard of Oz.

When I discovered this I became doubly amused that a children's story was given this very dramatic, adult treatment, and since I rarely get to share the media I like with my parents I decided to delight them with this info as well, which resulted in a hilarious talk with my dad.

(Family lunch, everyone's at the table.)
Me: So, that Black Sails show? Apparently it's a Treasure Island fanfic! It's all the same characters!
Dad: O_o really? That seems... odd. Isn't that a children's story?
Me: Yeah. Well, this show is a prequel to the story, and like, remember the fearsome Captain Flint to whom the treasure on the island belongs? Well in this version he became a pirate because England took away his boyfriend.
Mom: O_o really?!
Me: Yes!
Dad: Well, I guess they're going for an Achilles/Patroclus thing? I mean warrior going mad after losing his male lover is a famous Classics trope.
Me: Actually! Funny story about that. The most recent English language film about Achilles and Patroclus portrayed them as cousins.
Mom & Dad: O_O

Bwahaha, oh Troy. The gift that never stops giving.

Un-commuting: some further thoughts

Sep. 28th, 2016 08:18 am
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Posted by Aimée Morrison (digiwonk)

Erin commutes 90km to work. I commute about 1/40th of that distance. Or, rather, I mostly uncommute it, because 90% of the time, I walk. This walk is essential to my emotional and physical health. I am grateful for this but can't take credit for any of it, really.  Where I live, relative to where I work, and the subjective and objective qualities of any and each of home, the office, and the space

Savage Love

Sep. 28th, 2016 04:00 am
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Cheats by Dan Savage

I'm a guy, 35, and a cheating piece of shit. I'm engaged to a woman I love, but earlier this year I cheated on her. I have no excuse. She discovered the dating app I used, and we worked through that. But she doesn't know that shortly after her discovery, I went ahead and cheated. To my meager, meager credit, I did seek out only women who were looking for NSA hookups. But I quickly came to realize how big of a mistake this was, how much I love my fiancée, and that I'm a shitty person. I see a therapist, and he advised that, if I'm certain this was a one-time thing, and if I'm convinced that I'm happy with my fiancée, I should keep quiet. I shouldn't burden my fiancée with this knowledge. I'm inclined to agree but, dear God, the guilt. I feel like I'm not the person my fiancée thought I was. What do I do? Should I just accept this as a lesson learned and keep it to myself? Perhaps there's selfishness at play here, since I'm trying to make myself feel better, but I'm struggling.

Can't Personally Overlook Selfishness

I'm with your therapist, CPOS—and, hey, it's nice to see "keep your mouth shut about a one-time infidelity" make the jump from our finer advice columns (Dear Prudence, Dear Sugar, Savage Love) to some of our actual therapists.

While honesty (best policy) and confession (good for the soul) get all the positive press, there are times when unburdening yourself is absolutely the wrong thing to do. The person who confesses may wind up feeling better—because at least now they're being honest—but the person to whom they've confessed can wind up feeling a whole lot worse. Some burdens should be borne not shifted. If your fiancée is going to inevitably find out, CPOS, better she find out about it from you. But if the secret can be kept and if living with the guilt motivates you not to cheat again, then you can keep your mouth shut with a semi-clear-ish conscience.

This advice is not a license for serial adulterers. If you can't be faithful to someone—if that's what you discovered when you had the affair—then you should extract yourself from the monogamous commitment you've already made to your fiancée and refrain from making monogamous commitments to anyone else in the future. But if you honestly believe you can be faithful, CPOS, you don't have to see yourself as a cheating piece of shit. A serial adulterer/betrayer/liar is a cheating piece of shit; someone who cheated once, regrets it, and makes a good-faith, multi-decade effort not to do it again is a fallible human being.

My boyfriend of five years is a sweet, smart, handsome, loving, supportive, middle-aged, chubby white guy. We have a fulfilling sex life. When we first met, he shared a fantasy he had about watching me get fucked by a black guy. (He knows it's not something I'm interested in IRL.) I've caught him several times posing online as a young, buff, handsome black guy looking for a "snowbunny." I call him out on it every time, and it causes huge fights. He says he'll stop, but he never does. Weighed against all his other good qualities, this isn't that big of a deal. Clearly he's not going to meet up with the women he's chatting with. What makes me sad is that I adore him as he is—I love his big white belly, his bald head, and his rosy cheeks. I think I do a good job of communicating this to him. I guess I'm writing to you for some reassurance that I'm doing the right thing by letting this behavior go and also for some insight into why he's doing it in the first place.

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If this isn't that big of a deal, UGHERS, why are you calling him out on it? Why are you monitoring his online activities/fantasies at all?

What your boyfriend is doing sounds relatively harmless—he's pretending to be someone he's not while flirting with other people online who are most likely pretending to be someone they're not. (I promise you most of the "snowbunnies" he's chatted with were other men.) The world is full of people who enjoy pretending to be someone they're not, from cosplayers pretending to be Captain America or Poison Ivy to creative anachronists pretending to be knights and ladies to Donald Trump Jr. pretending to be a human being.

We can't gloss over the racial/racist cultural forces that shaped your boyfriend's kinks, of course, but it's possible to explore those kinds of fantasies online or IRL without being a racist piece of shit. And a person can pretend to be someone of another race online—because it turns them on—without injecting racial hate into online spaces and/or thoughtlessly reinforcing damaging stereotypes about people of other races. You've seen your boyfriend's online chats, UGHERS, so you're in a better position to judge whether he's exploring his fantasies without making the world a worse place than it already is for actual black men.

If he's being a racist piece of shit online, UGHERS, call him out on that. If he isn't, stop policing his fantasies.

I am a 36-year-old Italian straight man. I love my girlfriend endlessly. One month ago, she told me she has thoughts about missing out on the things she didn't get to do in her teens. She is 29 years old now. Also, she says she feels only a mild love for me now and is curious about other men. Yesterday we met and cried and talked and made love and it felt like she still loves me passionately. But she also told me she had sex with a stranger a week ago and she is going for one and a half months to Los Angeles on her own. Now I feel confused. I should hate her for what she did to me, I should tell her to fuck off, but I can't do it. I am so in love and I want to be together again after her trip. How do I exit this turmoil?

Pensive And Insecure Now

You exit this turmoil by breaking up with your girlfriend.

She wants to get out there and do "things she didn't get to do in her teens," i.e., fuck other guys and most likely date other guys. This isn't what you want, PAIN, you've made that clear to her, but she's gonna fuck other guys anyway. You don't have to pretend to hate her, and you don't have to tell her to fuck off. But you do have to tell her that it's over—at least for now.

And once she goes, PAIN, don't lie around tormenting yourself with mental images of all the things/men she's doing in Los Angeles. Don't put your life on hold—love life included—while she's gone. You're going to be single. So get out there, date other women, do some things/women you haven't done. If she wants to get back together when she returns, and if you still want to get back together with her, you can pick things up where you left off.

But you should act like it's over while she's gone, PAIN, because it most likely is. recommended

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Otters Find a Snack in a Pond

Sep. 28th, 2016 09:59 am
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Thanks, Chris! Chris writes:

I work at EA Sports Tiburon Studio in Orlando Florida. We have a sort of office park like area, with a few man made ponds. I heard legend of a pair of otters that would drop by and fish, but it wasn’t until one awesome day both showed up playing in our fountain!

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I got some photos of them hanging in the fountain, they also both caught some fish and ate them on the grassy shore. The drew the attention of one of our usuals around the lake, a heron which stuck around for scraps. I haven’t seen them since, but I look out there frequently at sunrise/sunset peak activity otter times hoping to see them again. I guess these otters like us gamers, because they were very friendly. :3

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beautiful with you

Sep. 28th, 2016 05:20 am
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Posted by mostlikelydefinentlymad


A mother and child pass by with silver balloons in hand and a bunch of sticky lollipops in the little girls hand. She stoops to collect an acorn and proudly beams at her mother before placing it in her pocket. Maybe this is love, he thinks. Maybe it really is that simple: take what you love and protect it.

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