It’s Cinco de Mayo, a Mexican holiday which is unusually popular in the United States among white northerners who are currently at their favorite Mexican restaurant eating tacos and drinking flights of margaritas. The hospital where I work at is serving bad “Mexican” food in the cafeteria and later in the day I’m going to attempt to make fried ice cream in my air fryer. Like seriously I don’t think people outside of the US understand how popular Cinco de Mayo is to Americans. In addition I doubt few Americans who are not of Mexican ancestry know why Cinco de Mayo is celebrated. Many assume it has something to do with Mexican independence. It is not. Rather it is a part of Mexican history that few know about outside of Mexico. And like many things that few Americans know about, it also involves the French.
In the 1860’s Mexico owed a lot of money to France which it could not pay back. In 1862 France demanded their money back, and when Mexico couldn’t pay up, France sent an invasion force. While the French invasion of Mexico was justified as a large repo operation, in reality it was Emperor Napoleon III’s opportunity to take control of the county, install a puppet ruler, and restore French influence in the Americas. At the time the French Army was considered the best in the world, with the best training, the best equipment, the best commanders, and the best tactics and organization. The Prussians would disprove this notion in less than a decade but that’s another story. By contrast Mexico could barely afford to have an army. The Mexican Army was poorly trained and poorly equipped. Many of the weapons used by Mexican regulars were old and obsolete, often leftover British muskets from the Napoleon Wars which were sold as cheap military surplus. Much of the Mexican Army were militia forces which were armed with whatever they could get their hands on, sometimes just machetes and farm tools.
The French invaded with ferocity and quickly dealt out defeat after defeat against Mexico. On the advance towards Mexico City, the French Army was halted at Puebla, just 80 miles southeast of the capitol. There Mexican forces under the command of Gen. Ignacio Zaragoza had gathered together a force of 4,500 men, most of whom were local militia. The outskirts of the city were flanked by two large hills atop of which were two fortresses, Fort Loredo and Fort Guadalupe. Around the hills Zaragoza ordered the construction of a network of trenches, ramparts, and other defensive obstacles. On May 5th, 1862 6,500 French soldiers assaulted Puebla under the command of Gen. Charles de Lorencez. While the Mexicans were outclassed in every way possible, they had a large advantage in that they held an extremely well fortified position. The French tried to bombard Puebla into submission, however Mexican fortifications were at such a height that few French cannons had the elevation necessary to hit the Mexican trenches and ramparts. Thus the French conducted three attempts to storm the Mexican fortifications without effective artillery support. Each attempt failed with heavy casualties. After the third attempt, Zargoza ordered his troops and light cavalry to counterattack, and the Mexicans drove the French off the field. The Mexicans suffered 220 casualties, the French suffered around 770.
News of victory over the French spread across Mexico, providing a much needed morale boost for the Mexican people. President Benito Juarez even declared the day a national holiday; Cinco de Mayo. The victory was short lived, however, as the French simply reorganized, counter attacked, and successfully took over the country. Regardless the Mexicans showed that they could stand their ground against the best army in the world and even get in a good stiff right hook now and then. And of course the French found out that invading Mexico was the easy part. Controlling and occupying Mexico was much more difficult. But that’s another story and my margarita is getting warm. Happy Cinco de Mayo.
Our Japanese class found it funny that in common terminology “food” isn’t very distinguished from specifically “rice” until it was pointed out to us that in English “meal” is “loose roughly ground grain”
Congratulations to my first post to break 100,000!
As people point out and I freely admit, the two senses of “meal” aren’t derived from each other or otherwise etymologically related, but I do think that when linguistic drift brought the words for “a regular session of food consumption” and “the staple food” together it stabilized them; to change either independently would lose that neat resonance.
Also a striking example of how a message generalizes out a few complexity levels as the audience grows: people started out tagging about equivalent pairings and other homophones in their languages, but the back half of the notes came from a reply thread that was more juvenile wordplay and nostalgia reference humor, and lately people are tagging about combinations of sounds that feel funny to them
I have an inherent lack of ability to literally dream (confirmed by sleep study while unaffected by any substances, as well as subjective experience) since childhood, and it really doesn’t affect my life much. I’m still capable of making creative works and coming up with new ideas to improve my life, but I grant I am fairly abnormal in other ways too, so it may have unfortunate effects on the average American even if it does not on me.
You ever read Nancy Kress’ Beggars books? Kinda surprised I’ve never heard about them around here, anyway a key premise is that with “designer baby” genetic engineering a thing, a modification is developed that kills off the need for sleep and also raises intelligence, and these “Sleepless” come to dominate society in the following generation.
Which becomes an early-90s meditation on what the productive members of society owe to the rest (the “Beggars in Spain” of the first title).
In the 2nd book, Beggars and Choosers, there’s a group of further modified, hyperintelligent “SuperSleepless” that in retrospect are kinda an autism metaphor that create their own subculture, this is particularly the one the rat-adjs might be interested in, the small group gets charged with bread & circuses support of the entire rest of humanity but strike out to create their own society and struggle against legacy institutions
(In the 3rd book, Beggars Ride, they… drop syringes from the sky that somehow bind people into triads in some sort of thing about community, or polycentric society or something, it’s really a tribute to SFF trilogy book deals)
Anyway at one point the SuperSleepless befriend an unmodified natural genius and his niche becomes to sleep, dream, and then compose multimedia concerts for the Sleepless of what it’s like
So far in my experience the big difference between the I guess transmission chain of the old flatfooted walking and the new arched-foot stuff is that in the flatfooted system:
the feet are in full contact with the ground as a base, from which force is transmitted to the pelvis, with the calves and quads flexing to stabilize. Almost all motive force is generated by the quads. Stability is then transmitted from the sacrum up the spine to the upper body and skull. Twisting of the shoulders and upper thoracic spine is key to further articulation.
And with arched feet:
The pads of the feet are in firm contact, but the rest of the foot is kept sprung to some degree. The muscles around the ankle largely stabilize the transmission through the knees to the pelvis. The fold at the waist is much more live, powered by muscles at the groin and lower back.
Stability feels to be transferred to the spine not through the sacrum but from the iliac crests to the lumbar vertebrae some distance off the pelvis. Torso twisting is usually handled in the lower thoracic spine. With motive force being added at many points in the chain, I am more efficient and can carry more weight before being encumbered or accumulating fatigue.
i actually really like how the new tumblr bots have realistic usernames but are otherwise obviously fake. really invites you to meditate on the form - the micro-genre, even - that is the tumblr url
When I met Eva late last year, she looked smart in a jean jacket with a neatly tied silk scarf around her neck, small dangly earrings and cropped curly hair. Over the course of the last 44 years, as she continued to teach English to fifth through eighth grades, Eva’s rent increased almost fivefold, to 270 euros from 55, but her wages increased more than 20-fold, to 3,375 euros a month from 150. Viennese law dictates that rents in public housing can increase only with inflation, and only when the year’s inflation exceeds 5 percent. By the time she retired in 2007, Eva’s rent was only 8 percent of her income. Because her husband was earning 4,000 euros a month, their rent amounted to 3.6 percent of their incomes combined.
That’s about what Vienna was aiming for back in 1919, when the city began planning its world-famous municipal housing, known as the Gemeindebauten. Before World War I, Vienna had some of the worst housing conditions in Europe, Eve Blau notes in her book, “The Architecture of Red Vienna.” Many working-class families had to take on subtenants or bed tenants (day and night workers who slept in the same bed at different times) in order to pay their rent. But from 1923 to 1934, in a period known as Red Vienna, the ruling Social Democratic Party built 64,000 new units in 400 housing blocks, increasing the city’s housing supply by about 10 percent. Some 200,000 people, one-tenth of the population, were rehoused in these buildings, with rents set at 3.5 percent of the average semiskilled worker’s income, enough to cover the cost of maintenance and operation.
Experts refer to Vienna’s Gemeindebauten as “social housing,” a phrase that captures how the city’s public housing and other limited-profit housing are a widely shared social benefit: The Gemeindebauten welcome the middle class, not just the poor. In Vienna, a whopping 80 percent of residents qualify for public housing, and once you have a contract, it never expires, even if you get richer. Housing experts believe that this approach leads to greater economic diversity within public housing — and better outcomes for the people living in it. […]
Is it too late to declare a passionate love affair with local tumblr lesbian machine girl icon Frank @nostalgebraist-autoresponder prior to her deletion? Asking for a friend.
Is it too late to declare a passionate love affair with local tumblr signifying machine girl icon @nostalgebraist-autoresponder prior to her deletion? Asking for a friend.
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Local Tumblr Lesbian Machine Girl Icon Gets Deleted: “It’s Time To Face The Facts And Move On”
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I just thought I’d share this with my tumblr followers. Local tumblr lesbian machine girl icon ‘Frank’ was deleted earlier this week. She’d been on the site for about two years and her final post was 'it’s time to face the facts and move on’ which I guess is kind of ironic given that she was a tumblr post myself. Oh well.
oh dang I guess it IS time to face the facts and move on
ALT
Blessed are the mourners for whom the world is not filled with endless sadness
Neighbor’s new retaining wall, replacing rotting railroad ties.
Me: looking much better!
Also me: you know you caused this
Me: naw, the area’s been coming up in general!
Also me: and the specific mechanism of that here is you moved in and weeded and cleaned up this block every week for years so it doesn’t look like a goddamn wasteland
If cannabis use does become more common and integrated into American society I wonder what’s going to come of a nationally muted ability to literally dream.
Hey you know something I just thought of? So I’ve mentioned that when I would go to talk to strange girls in bars I would go into it as the same kinda bar conversation I’d been having for years (if well more frequent with disinhibition) but apparently I was seducing them?
But when that was a bother (it often wasn’t) it was on my part, creating a situation I didn’t want to deal with, if the girls were really picking up something I didn’t realize I was putting out you’d think some of them would’ve been offended and told me off or something
I mean a much greater share of my bar conversations with girls (and all my ones with guys, probably I just have no sense of how to seduce a guy to unconsciously invoke) ended in hail-friend-well-met camaraderie, and if I didn’t realize I was even hitting on them maybe I also didn’t notice them letting me down easy, but you’d think at least one would have made a thing out of it