#60

[shakespearian-love]

Breakfast with you ❦

[kyjen-r]

[naser1963]

يارب حفظك ورعايتك ودروب الإيمان

Oh God, save you and take care of you and the paths of faith.

[the-garbanzo-annex-jr]

by Rachel O'Donoghue

In that original letter, these trustworthy medical professionals warned that more than 60,000 people had died of starvation in the Gaza Strip since October 7, 2023.

Claiming that Israel instituted a “deliberate policy” of starving Gaza that was supposedly “not in dispute,” the signees cited a report by the Integrated Food Security Phase Classification (IPC) as their evidence.

Yet, the IPC had already revised its earlier warning, finding no evidence of famine in Gaza. Naturally, it’s the earlier warning — the one the IPC itself said was wrong — that the authors chose to cite.

But in the latest version of the letter, the 60,000 dead from starvation have apparently vanished.

Instead, we now have vague claims of “widespread malnutrition.”

The sources these medical professionals use in both letters to conjure up their wild figures are easy to debunk.

For example, they cite The Lancet as an authority, touting it as the “most prestigious medical and public health journal in the world.” They conveniently omit that the staggering figure of 186,000 deaths they reference didn’t come from peer-reviewed data or even a study — it was lifted from an opinion piece published in The Lancet’s “correspondence” section. Hardly the rigorous science you’d expect from such a distinguished source.

In addition to the use of wildly inaccurate figures pulled from wholly dubious sources, the letter is sprinkled with a generous dose of modern-day blood libels, such as the vile lie that Israel is deliberately targeting women and children, describing the “unbearable cruelty” inflicted on them, with women “shredded by [American] bombs” and children “murdered.”

It’s the attached appendix, however, that truly reveals the absurdity of these missives — it’s a mishmash of outdated reports from groups like Save the Children and Human Rights Watch, littered with contradictory statistics and cherry-picked quotes from US politicians.

In the latest letter, we’re told at least 118,000 people have died in Gaza since October 7 — yet this is the exact same figure given in the previous letter months ago. And then they admitted it was “impossible to accurately estimate how many Palestinians in Gaza have died since October 7.”

[sofiarichieinstagram]

[a-jay-a-day]

okay cool guy go back to work

[i-j0s]

over 60 year old - a classic!

[kendalljennerinstagram]

[daily-izutsumi]

[racetheskies]

you know somethings gonna go down when suga starts whispering to kageyama and hinata stares at the net with an expression that reminds you furudate used to be a horror mangaka

[featherstonevintage]

Nina Ricci

Jours de France, September 1964

Photographed by Prigent

[kyjen-r]

[daily-otta]

Otta is a faceless ominous soldier in the background of a warning

[maybeyoullfindthissomeday]

The Weightiness of French Onion Soup

I’m not completely sure if it was either the French onion, the matzah ball soup, or the jjajangmyeon that was the first meal I cooked for you, but I know one of them was definitely the first. Strangely, the commonality of all three is that they’re all comfort foods, so maybe that’s what I subconsciously wanted you to find in me during our first year, a comfort… warm and reliable.

But last month in early November, you brought up the French onion soup out of nowhere when we were in Jacksonville for the show, right after I decided to not tell you that night how I caught feelings for you months before. And I was completely astonished that in the seven plus years that our lives have been interwoven you’ve only had that particular soup just that one time, since I’ve made it dozens more afterwards for you-know-who and you were always over our apartment/house.

I do remember the dullness of your knives and now recall how I almost cut myself seven years ago when the blade slipped down off the outer layer of one of the onions. And it’s not a wonder why your ex, Matt, bought you new ones over a year ago, which upon questioning is supposedly the most romantic thing somebody has ever done for you in your lifetime. I obviously disagree, because this collection of poems which you may never see should deserve that distinction… but I might be biased. Yet as I write this, it has been evoked that I have also said the greatest gift I received was a knife set from you-know-who during one of your wedding shower games you made for her, and Jesus, how much of a fuck-up was that, but hindsight is 20/20. And now I realize that you’ve been using those dull knives in those six years in between, and it makes me feel so thoughtless to never have considered to buy you new ones. I guess it makes sense why gift-giving is low in the love languages for the both of us... or does it?

Nevertheless, I guess it’s fitting that this Friday I’ll be cooking it again, right before I shall confess how smitten you make me feel, how we might not want to ignore the signs of how serendipitous it was that we’ve become best friends. Or that we will always push each other to be better like when we pulled so many all-nighters studying years ago. Or that there's an unwavering foundation here that we could easily build upon and that we could take it as slow as you'd like. Or that if it did get serious and remained that way months from now, I would gladly sell my house and quit my dream job just so I can move to your city.

But now, I’m second-guessing myself… Maybe I should make the Bolognese.