So my Grandma apparently is running a plant hospital and rehabilitation center. She can get anything to grow abundantly, so in the past few decades people have literally started dropping off sick and dying plants to her and she would nurse them back to health and return them. She only charges a single clipping from each of the plants she nurses. 🌱🌿🍃I’m so proud of my Plant Doctor Grandma! 😌
This is amazing! Does she take notes of her work?
Yes she does. She has a whole journal that details care for certain diseases and plants. She takes it so seriously.
Does she share her notes at all? I want to get better at recognizing the frailties of plants in different conditions and if they are public at all I would love to read your grandmother’s work.
I will to her about getting her plant research published. She has the funniest notes in there too. Reminders about which plants belong to who, Recipes for natural bug-be-gone, and elaborate descriptions of blooms and even some pressed flowers in there. She’s so important in our community and she also grows sugar cane and vegetables she just gives away.
This is incredible.
She says she has over 250 potted “tenants” at her home right now. Between 30 to 40 belong to other people and she’s just nursing them. And countless “permanent residents” in the ground.
Grandmother of the garden. I love it!!!
🌱🌳🌿💚
I don’t even know what to focus on. This is the the entire spectrum of the human condition in one image.
this passes the bechdel test
i was gonna say “but they don’t have names!” but they do. the blonde’s name is dumb thotticus and the brunette’s name is m-seq
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Robert Wadlow of Illinois is being measured for a jacket in 1939. At 8 ft. 11 inches (2.7 meters) Wadlow was the tallest man in the world. Unfortunately, he died the next year at age 22. (from Getty Images’ book “Decades of the 20th Century—1930s” by Nick Yapp, scanned by WeirdVintage)
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breakdown spot levels
god tier: shower, public bathroom stalls, your kitchen floor at 2am
good tier: your bedroom at 3am, leaning against a door/wall, your own bathroom in front of a mirror
shit tier: in front of your therapist
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the year is now 1 A.C.P.
Also i luv when I’m talking to an attorney at the law firm where I work and at first they are friendly and engaged but then when I mention I’m a temp their third lizard eyelid slides over their eyes as they realize I’m not worth networking with
Whenever im in downtown palo alto for work my inner goddess is like *little butler voice* these people have too much money!!!!
At the height of the Greek crash in 2011, staff at Viome clocked in to confront an existential quandary. The owners of their parent company had gone bust and abandoned the site, in the second city of Thessaloniki. From here, the script practically wrote itself: their plant, which manufactured chemicals for the construction industry, would be shut. There would be immediate layoffs, and dozens of families would be plunged into poverty. And seeing as Greece was in the midst of the greatest economic depression ever seen in the EU, the workers’ chances of getting another job were close to nil.
So they decided to occupy their own plant. Not only that, they turned it upside down. A bunch of middle-aged men and women who have spent their entire careers on the wrong end of barked orders about what to do and when to do it have seized ownership of their own workplace and their own working lives. They became their own bosses. And they immediately align themselves to principles of the purest equality possible.
“Before, I was doing only one thing and had no idea what the others were doing,” is how Dimitris Koumatsioulis remembers the factory when he started in 2004. And now? “We’re all united. We have forgotten the concept of ‘I’ and can function collectively as ‘we’.”
The other massive change that has taken place is between the factory and its neighbours. When the workers “recuperated” their workplace (to use the local term), they could only do so with the help of Thessaloniki locals. Whenever representatives of the former owners came to requisition their equipment, as a court had given them permission to do, hundreds of residents would form a human chain in front of the plant (I contacted lawyers for Viome for comment but, despite assurances, no statement was forthcoming).
When the workers consulted the local community about what they should start to produce, one request was to stop making building chemicals. They now largely manufacture soap and eco-friendly household detergents: cleaner, greener and easier on their neighbours’ noses.
Staff use the building as an assembly point for local refugees, and I saw the offices being turned over to medics for a weekly free neighbourhood clinic for workers and locals. The Greek healthcare system has been shredded by spending cuts, its handling of refugees sometimes atrocious; yet in both cases, the workers at Viome are doing their best to offer substitutes.
Where the state has collapsed, the market has come up short and the boss class has literally fled, these 26 workers are attempting to fill the gaps. These are people who have been failed by capitalism; now they reject capitalism itself as a failure.
Chakrabortty is on a whole other level to anyone else the Guardian has writing for it tbh
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