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orchidsncrake · 7 months ago

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i promise i'll love you if you do it

pairing: joe goldberg/rhys montrose

warnings: non-con

rating: explicit

tags: pwp, Rhys' existence in ambiguous, blow jobs, crying, s4ep6 scene rewrite, extended scene, sexual coercion, hurt no comfort, no aftercare, dirty talk, light praise kink, rape/non-con elements, light sadism

word count: 4,491

ao3 link and fic under the break :)

Joe shuts the door of his apartment behind him, his keys clinking into the small metal dish on the end table. The room had kept warmer than he’d expected, a slight consolation in the current whirlwind of madness he’s been subjected to. He strides over to the table and shrugs off his messenger bag, setting it onto a chair. He’d gotten takeout from his favorite questionable Indian restaurant, and he’s just setting the bag down on the table, ruminating over how he’s supposed to corral a psychopathic serial killer into his apartment, when a familiar cocky voice startles him from near the hearth.

“Well, if it isn’t the hero of the Hampsie house fire,” it teases. Joe turns around, twisting at the waist, to see a dirty-blond head sitting in his armchair near the roaring fire. That explains the warmth. He’s about to ask Rhys how he got in here, but the other is quicker. “One of the perks of growing up on a council estate, you know how to pick a lock.”

Joe knows he should be afraid, but all he can manage is anger. “What do you want?”

Rhys turns around in the chair, looking over the back. Joe catches a glimpse of the cover of Rhys’ own memoir in the other’s hand. “Isn’t it obvious? I want a friend,” he responds, his voice gentler. Rhys stands and sighs, loitering around the hearth. He gestures emphatically, face twisting into a series of over-dramatized expressions. “Someone who shares my interests, relates. Someone I can finally tell all my secrets to.” Joe can, admittedly, sympathize – but it’d be a cold day in hell before he’d admit that to the lunatic now wielding a poker and stoking the fire.

“Like why you’ve been killing all of these people?” Joe asks a bit dumbly. The whole ‘murderous mayor breaking into his apartment’ thing has thrown him for a loop. The entire situation is made even stranger by there being no signs of tampering or ransacking. All his books sit safely on his shelves, every piece of furniture sitting comfortably on its legs. No – the other had broken into his home (without damaging the lock), started a fire, and then sat to read.

“Now, you’re smart,” Rhys responds quickly. “Why would I, aspiring mayor of London, kill them?” Rhys pokes a finger through the blinds, glances outside, and quickly turns back to Joe. Restless.

“Because they all became a liability to your campaign in some way?” Joe asks.

Rhys grins brightly at him, almost proud. “See, now you’re gettin’ it.” Joe ducks his head, fighting back disappointment. He’d been, he must admit, hoping in some sick way for an equal, someone special. Now, here’s an imbalanced, adulterous politician who is entirely detached from any morals he may once have had. Hardly similar to him and even less remarkable. “Malcolm was blackmailing me over my not-so-little gambling habit,” Rhys continues. “Simon’s exploitation of women was about to leak; couldn’t be associated. Gemma…” Rhys trails off, smiling sheepishly. “Drunken shag, or four, back when I was still married. She was about to open that big ol’ hole in her face, embarrass me, fuck my image, ruin my campaign–”

“You’re sick,” Joe interjects, distraught. He can’t help but gape, mouth slightly ajar in shock and horror. This is who you are? Who I’ve been running around at the whim of? Who I’ve centered my new life around? I allowed you to drive me crazy?

Rhys only looks at him disapprovingly, if a little offended. He’s still shifting about, keyed up about something. Are you really that excited about this? “I prefer practical. They were in my way, and now that they’re not, I need this eat-the-rich story over. It’s become such a distraction from all the good I’m trying to do for this city,” Rhys says, holding the fire poker gingerly between his fingers, not unlike how an aristocrat might hold a cane.

“You don’t care about this city.”

“I love London,” Rhys counters emphatically. “Well, I love power – only because it’d be a complete sin if I didn’t use my strengths on the grandest possible scale.” Add megalomania to the list. Joe doesn’t dignify Rhys’ self-justification with a response and only drops his head, defeated. It’s upsetting to see this now – he’d been foolish to think he’d found someone above pettiness and egotism. He doesn’t know who he’d expected, but it wasn’t Rhys. Maybe someone common, like him. Someone who appreciates him, could sympathize. Not Rhys Montrose, an affluent man with an ill-informed obsession. The man sighs and comes closer to Joe, planting himself before him. Joe can smell his cologne, tea tree oil and sandalwood. At least part of him is clean.

“I care about you, Joe,” Rhys says softly, compelling him to meet his eyes. It’s good to hear his name again, even from the lips of Joe’s worst nightmare. “If I weren’t rootin’ for you, don’t you think you’d be dead by now? What we have in common is rare,” Rhys insists. “I don’t take it for granted. We could be talking books over a pint right now if only you’d just killed Roald and pinned it on him like I asked.” Joe fights back the wave of guilt cresting in his chest, like when he’d let down Mooney. Of course, Mooney would only put him in a box, and even then, he’d let him read. Rhys – well, there’s no knowing what Rhys might do. He’s a known killer, entirely devoid of empathy and wholly convinced of his own divine benevolence. He denies himself the guilt. It doesn’t matter what Rhys thinks. “I know your strengths, too, and when you fail to live up to them – oh, it’s so disappointing.” Stop it. Stop that. You don’t get to be disappointed. Rhys looks him up and down, then levels him with a gentle gaze. He sucks his bottom lip into his mouth, laving over it. “One chance to make it up to me. Find someone to frame for it all.”

Horror coils its fingers around Joe’s spine, flashing between hot and cold at the base. Some last remnant of foolish hope wilts, dropping the last petal. “Rhys–” “Ah ah, none of that. Like I said, you’re smart, aren’t you?” Rhys plays, waving the poker’s handle at him. “You can figure it out. You find me who, and I’ll take care of the rest. Seems fair, doesn’t it? Why, I’d say it’s even charitable.”

Joe opens his mouth to object, yell at him, curse his name – but nothing comes out. Rhys cocks his head at him, amused, and Joe presses his lips together. Heat presses at his eyes, trying to pour out around them, his throat tightening. It’s like a rip current takes him, fingers wrapping around his ankles and pulling him under. His anger leaves him, abandons him into the sea of everything it’d kept him out of. He’s not good at being the one afraid. He grits his teeth, trying to make himself lash out, to grab the poker and plunge it into Rhys’ carotid, but the thought repulses him. This isn’t how it was supposed to be . Rhys blurs in front of him, the heat pressing out of him, and the tide takes him.

“Oh, Joseph,” Rhys breathes. The poker clatters onto the floor, and Rhys’s hands are on his upper arms. “What’s all this?” He asks, as if Joe is some child having a fit and needs consoling. Joe tries to suck in a breath, but it just as quickly escapes him as a sob, the ugly noise scraping his throat. He tries to pull himself away, half-baked plans of how to get Rhys out of his apartment swirling between his ears, but the other holds tight. Joe thrashes, but it only gets him a hand on his nape. Rhys tilts Joe’s chin up with his knuckle. “Come on, now. There’s nothing to cry about, Joe. You’ve done this before, haven’t you? You’re adept, from what I’ve read.” Joe’s face contorts, his mouth cracking open as tears run into it. Adept. That’s what he is. Adept at killing, at hurting, at lying. All he’s good for. What is a life worth when it is only exceptional in brutality? Shame courses through him, and he sobs again, his shoulders collapsing forward so that he may fold up and cease to exist. He can hardly hear Rhys’ breath stutter in surprise, and then a hand cards through his hair, and he’s pulled into a chest. Drained, he goes willingly, letting his face be mashed into his button-up. The salt stinging his tongue bleeds into Rhys’ clothing, and Joe doesn’t bother to correct how his nose is being crushed.

“Maybe there is something to cry about, then, hm?” Rhys says, words lilted with stifled laughter. It hurts more, and the next sob comes strangled and ugly. “Oh, love, I’m not laughing at you. Just a bit shocked. I didn’t think you were a crier, that’s all.” The assessment makes Joe pull away, and he swipes uselessly at his face, trying in vain to dam a flood that is still happening. He’s pulled back easily. He allows it – he didn’t really want to leave. Joe sucks in a greedy breath, almost drowning himself in cologne. It stings his throat. “Really, Joe. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to poke fun.” Rhys pets his hair, making Joe stiffen. He doesn’t understand. He shouldn’t be being comforted. Rhys should have jumped at the weakness, or left, or made fun of him, something. He shouldn’t be keeping him pinned in a hug, trying helplessly to soothe him. The situation is absurd, and Joe laughs hysterically into Rhys’ chest and coughs when it clogs his throat. Rhys had just been predictably about to threaten to subject him to a life sentence, and yet now he’s letting Joe soak his shirt in tears and saliva. Regardless, Joe is in no position to refuse comfort, nor has he ever been particularly good at it. Murderer or not, he hasn’t been held like this since Love. Maybe that’s his issue; he’ll take softness wherever he can get it, even if it hurts.

Joe feels emptied and rawed out by the time the sobbing fades into irregular hiccuping. Rhys hasn’t moved, the warmth of his palm in Joe’s hair paralyzing him. Blinking tightly, more tears roll down his cheeks and into his beard. The dry, tight feeling has taken over his face. Rhys clicks his tongue patronizingly and pats his head, leaning back awkwardly to look at Joe’s face. Joe knows he must look like a mess – he’s always been an ugly crier. He avoids looking at the wet splotch on Rhys’ shoulder, which forces him to look at Rhys, who’s… smiling?

“There he is,” Rhys murmurs humiliatingly. Rhys’ thumb traces over his chin, and Joe swallows, uncertain what the other is thinking. There’s nothing in his eyes but something dark and unfamiliar. “You really are a pretty thing, aren’t you?” It’s as if the floor drops from beneath him. Joe recoils and moves to unwind his limbs from Rhys’, but the other only cocks his head and holds his chin a bit firmer, frowning. “None of that. That’s not a very polite way to treat someone who’s just comforted you, is it?” Joe swallows, and he must have somehow cried out every ounce of reason in his body because he shakes his head despite the panic building in him. “Nor is it how we respond to a compliment,” Rhys continues, but Joe refuses to indulge him again, his jaw set in defiance of them both. Now, I’m not going to hurt you, Joe,” Rhys murmurs, petting Joe’s hair back. Struck dumb, Joe lets him. It’s as if his feet are nailed to the floor, and he’s shrinking into himself, walls rising around him. A nagging voice reprimands him for being so needy, but it quiets as Rhys’ caresses continue. “I see now that you’re much more sensitive than I anticipated. I didn’t mean to upset you like that,” Rhys promises, and Joe foolishly believes him. He knows he shouldn’t, but he has no choice – who else could he believe? Who else would care? “You weren’t trying to disobey me, were you, Joe?” Joe doesn’t dignify that with an answer, half-afraid he’ll start crying again. He doesn’t want to give Rhys the pleasure. “You didn’t know what you were doing.”

Joe gargles incoherently, his throat closed from crying. His hands are tucked between their chests, and the distance comforts and upsets him. “I’ll do it.”

“Oh, Joseph,” Rhys tuts, ignoring him. “I understand you’re upset at disappointing me.” Whatever dignity he has left leaves him, patted back by the hand in his hair. “I thought I was giving you enough guidance, controlling everything but the who . I suppose even just who was a bit much for you, hm?” A strangled, pathetic noise forces out of Joe, but Rhys shushes him. “It’s alright. There’s another way you can make it up to me, isn’t there?”

Joe sniffs and detaches his head from Rhys’ shoulder to peer up at him. He smiles down at him kindly and scratches the base of his skull. “Really?”

Rhys coos at the scratchiness of Joe’s voice, whose head has gone a bit fuzzy. He should headbutt Rhys, grab a kitchen knife, and finish this. But then he’d be alone, wouldn’t he? Alone and drowning in this mess because even if he kills Rhys, Roald is still out free, Malcolm is still dead, as are Simon and Gemma. He couldn’t kill Rhys even if he wanted to – he can’t do this alone. He does need the other’s help – hasn’t he always needed someone’s help? Someone to be there with him? He hadn’t been able to Love because he’d been the help, and he just couldn’t take it. Maybe Mooney was right; he just needed someone to be in charge. Would he be in this mess if he’d just let someone else do the taking for once?

“Yes, I have an idea. I don’t know if you’ll like it, though,” Rhys says regretfully, frowning at Joe.

He straightens and wipes his face, though it doesn’t do much. “No, I’ll do it. I can’t pick someone,” Joe insists, swallowing back another round of tears. Rhys hums, pleased, and pats his cheek.

“Atta boy.” Rhys’s voice is soft as the hand in Joe’s hair grips tighter, then starts pushing. Joe’s already weak knees buckle easily, and he collapses to the floor. He stares up at Rhys, realization dawning on him, but all he can manage is resignation. He can’t handle Roald, so he has to do anything else. “Do you get the point, Joseph?”

Joe has to force words out as the tears start again, silently, this time. “Yes.”

Rhys tilts Joe’s chin up, looking down at him gravely. “And you understand what will happen if you try anything?” Rhys’ thumb presses into his mouth to run over his teeth. Joe does not attempt to force it out, only further relaxing his jaw. He nods. “Good, because honestly, Joe, you are a sweet thing, and I enjoy your company, but if you bite my dick, I will kill you,” Rhys promises sweetly, stroking Joe’s cheek. “Now get it out.”

Joe looks up at him helplessly. Letting him use his mouth is one thing, but taking him out is another. It’s a power move, and he knows that – make Joe unzip him as some twisted consent, making him admit that he wants it, but he can’t say no. He unzips Rhys’ fly with a shaking hand, whimpering when Rhys returns to petting his crown. He looks up at Rhys before undoing the button, and horribly, the other nods. Joe ducks again, popping his button, and pushes the fabric out of the way.

“Good boy,” Rhys praises. “You know what to do next. You’re smart.” Joe swallows bitter, something that tastes like fear, and moves to pull Rhys out of his boxers. The fingers in his hair tighten, making him hiss in pain as fire prickles at his scalp. He’s forced to look at Rhys as he’s pulled back. “Come on, Joe. You’re not trying to upset me, are you? I could always zip up and send you out to find someone.”

“No,” Joe chokes out immediately, shaking his head. Quickly, before he can lose his nerve, he pulls Rhys’ briefs down, hooking the waistband behind his balls. Rhys chuckles at his obvious horror as Joe refuses to look, but when the laughter turns into a discontented growl, he opens his eyes. Mortifyingly, Rhys is already half-hard. He looks up at the other, his fear full on display.

“Can’t help it, can I, love?” Rhys teases, pouting at him when Joe’s eyes well up again. “I told you; you’re a pretty crier.” Joe sobs, crumpling down, but Rhys hauls him up again. “Here, I’ll help you. Just look at me and open your mouth, yeah? I’ll take care of the rest.” Joe stares up at Rhys, searching for the slightest hesitation or shame in his eyes, but all he finds is lust. He’s not getting out of this, only through it. He sniffs, nods, holding himself upright again, and lets Rhys’ free hand cup his jaw. He closes his eyes, tears clinging to his lashes and escaping down his cheeks, as Rhys sticks his finger in his mouth to position Joe’s tongue over his bottom teeth. Total complacency is, somehow, simultaneously the most and least he can do. Joe bites back a wail when Rhys guides himself into his mouth, sinking just the tip in before pulling out. “Suck your lip over your teeth,” he orders gruffly. Joe complies, unable to do anything else. The next slide-in goes easier, and Rhys groans, the sound tapering off into laughter as he strokes Joe’s hair.

“I knew you’d look good like this.” Joe squeezes his eyes shut, wringing moisture from his lashes, and focuses on breathing through his nose. Rhys’ hand won’t stop caressing his hair, a sharp contrast to the rhythm he settles into. It’s not particularly fast, and Joe is thankful for it, but it’s deep, and his airway gets cut off every other second. The weight in his mouth is foreign, and he considered biting down anyway – taking Rhys down with him via castration has to be worth something, doesn’t it? – but awfully, terribly, his shoulders slump, and he can’t bring himself to do it. A warm ache settles into his jaw, but when he squirms, Rhys shushes him far too gently and pets his cheek. It settles him, and his head fills with cotton, the horror of the situation fading away. In his distraction, he relaxes his lips and lets his teeth scrape Rhys’ cock ever-so-slightly.

“Joseph,” Rhys snarls, bringing his head forward again to glare down at him. Joe shrinks away from it, and Rhys pulls out, to do what, Joe doesn’t know. All he does know is that Rhys is harmless so long as he pleases him, so he thoughtlessly sticks his tongue out as Rhys had made him before and follows the other’s backing away. Fresh tears spring to his eyes again at the thought of having failed, and Rhys laughs, his brows shooting up in pleased surprise. His mouth twists into a grin, then opens, suggesting Joe do the same. He does, he doesn’t have a choice, and Rhys steps forward again.

“Eager, hm?” Disgust roils in Joe, and he shuts his eyes, but Rhys tuts. He opens them again and tries his best to plead with Rhys, gazing up the same way he used to at Love, the way that always got him what he wanted, but Rhys only cocks his head. “I know you a bit too well for that, Joe.” Joe’s eyes drop in shame as Rhys pulls his face forward again, Joe’s mouth falling open. Rhys’ cock bobs in his face, and he can’t help but notice the stretch of tanned skin over Rhys’ hipbones, or the lean musculature of his abdomen. “It is tempting, though, despite knowing better. There’s something dangerous in that, isn’t there?” Rhys teases, sounding thrilled. His words make increasingly less sense to Joe, who just lets them drift between his ears. Rhys slides home into his mouth again, but Joe knows what to expect this time and takes it easier. Rhys cradles Joe’s head by the crown and fucks slowly into his mouth, giving Joe no chance to swallow the saliva pooling in his mouth. Rhys, being the bastard he is, realizes, and presses his thumb into the corner of his limps on a thrust in, making the spit well over. It catches in Joe’s beard as dew and makes his lips shine.

“Oh, that’s just precious, isn’t it?” Rhys teases, smearing it across Joe’s lips. “I ought to make a right mess of this pretty face, hm? What do you think?” Rhys makes no attempt to pull out, only fucks in, in, in, then moves Joe’s head with the hand on his cheek. “I’m glad you’re so agreeable, mate.” Rhys’ voice fades a bit, making Joe dare to look up. Rhys has thrown his head back again, his throat barred and vulnerable. Joe watches the other’s Adam’s apple bob with unfocused eyes and groans, but Rhys doesn’t bother looking down, only scratching his scalp. “You’re alright, love.” Joe huffs and blinks tightly, annoyed at being ignored, but lets his eyes drop again. Rhys widens his stance a bit, and Joe ignores the eroticism of it, as well as the completely displaced heat in his gut, to slide deeper into Joe’s mouth, just barely breaching his throat. It forces an ugly, gagged noise from Joe that has blood rushing to his face, but he resists pulling away.

“Good fuckin’ boy,” Rhys groans, his voice graveling. Shocking them both, a moan tears out of Joe’s throat exactly when his mouth is emptiest. Then, Rhys does laugh and thrusts in a bit rougher. “Yeah? You like that, love? You like being good for me?” Joe squeezes his eyes shut until stars dance, and his knees slide further apart. Rhys laughs lower, darker, and grips Joe’s hair tighter, the warm pain making him groan. “Because you have been good, aside from the initial disobedience. Opened right up for me, didn’t you? Not to mention unzipping me and all. And god , Joe, this fucking mouth.” Rhys shifts his grip to hold Joe’s face between his hands, thumbs pressing into his lips. It ruins the suction – when had he started sucking? – and an embarrassing noise tears free of Joe’s mouth. Rhys, to Joe’s relief, seems to find it arousing instead, and moans openly. Joe’s eyebrows draw together when Rhys’ fingers dig into his cheekbones, the other’s thrusts speeding up.

“Just relax, sweetheart. I got it,” Rhys says breathily. Joe complies easily, staring up at Rhys and letting his jaw hang slack. Rhys grunts and looks down at him, face splitting into a grin when he finds Joe already looking. “I should’ve just done this from the start.” Joe draws his brow together in confusion, but Rhys’ thumb strokes his cheek until he lets it go. Joe swallows saliva and a new salty taste just as the head of Rhys’ cock slips past his tonsils and the other’s hips stutter. “F-fuck, Joe. Careful with that,” he laughs, a bit hysterical. Rhys’ mouth drops open, his breaths coming quicker and heavier, and a hand slides to hold the back of Joe’s head again.

“Where you want it, love? How ‘bout your face? Or maybe a pearl necklace, yeah?” Rhys all but giggles, pupils blown. Joe stares up at him, awestruck, and doesn’t even consider shaking his head. His vision is blurring with tears from Rhys choking him a bit, and Rhys’ hair blurs around him like a dark halo. Rhys grunts, his lip curling. “Nah, I think your face is best. Look too nice like this not to complete the picture, eh? Keep your tongue out,” he orders tightly. The next second, he pulls out, leaving Joe feeling empty. Rhys’ hand is a flurry above him and Joe watches his abs jump and flex, then he has to slam his eyes shut. He jerks back as Rhys’ cum hits his face; Rhys wrings the rest onto his tongue, moaning openly above him. Rhys shudders above him and Joe wishes he could see, but he chooses not to risk it. Rhys’ sounds fade into silence, which Joe tolerates for only a moment before he makes an incoherent, displeased noise, his tongue still stuck out.

Rhys’ thumb presses onto his tongue with a soft laugh from above, making saliva well up. “Swallow it, Joe.” Joe hesitates, but not for as long as he should, then draws his tongue back in. Rhys’ hand slides around his throat, holding him, the threat enough. “Come on.” Joe swallows, the salty aftertaste lingering in his mouth. The texture is less than pleasant, but he fights back gagging at it, and is rewarded by Rhys removing his hand. He realizes he’d wanted to feel him swallow. Rhys’ pointer finger runs along the bridge of Joe’s nose, swiping up the cum, and pushes it into Joe’s mouth. He repeats the motion across his eyes. “There you go, love. Open up.” Joe blinks cautiously, but when there isn’t any immediate stinging, he opens them fully. Rhys focuses in his vision, and the first thing he notices is the grin on his face. The flush on his cheeks comes second, then his mussed hair, as if he’d been running his hands through it.

“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” Rhys asks, crouching down to lean over Joe. “You’ve more than earned my forgiveness.” Joe can’t help the relief at that, and it must show on his face, because Rhys smiles and hums at him. Rhys’ hand comes to rest on Joe’s shoulder, squeezing lightly. “Now, mate, you’d best get a proper shower before this,” he gestures crudely at his face, “dries all the way, because it can be a bitch to wash out of hair.” Joe nods dumbly, and Rhys parrots the movement, then straightens. He quickly tucks himself back into his slacks, then strolls into the living room to retrieve his coat, draping it over his arm.

“It’s been a pleasure, Joe, truly,” he says, leaning against the corner by the door. Joe stays on the kitchen floor, pins and needles settling into his feet, wishing he’d stay. “Next time I tell you do to something, though, I’d suggest just doing it. The apology may not be something as easy as a blowjob next time.” Rhys winks at him, clicks his tongue, then ducks around the corner. The door clicks shut behind him, leaving Joe alone in his kitchen, the taste in his mouth fouling. Next time?

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leopoldainter · 2 months ago

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ofwings · 6 months ago

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it's a bit more nuanced than that tbh. i understand why it's losing that poll - it's an absolutely massive car-central sprawl where driving on the freeway feels like you're in mad max, it's hot and humid, there's no real seasons, and what used to be a 100 year flood is now an every other year flood. like many blue cities in the south, you're still stuck dealing with the whims of whatever republican pieces of shit that run your state come up with; i've been trying to get rid of them in texas my entire life, so every time this is used as a dunk i just feel tired. because houston is so much more than that.

it's the most diverse city in the country. there are people from everywhere, from all classes and walks of life, and they bring their culture and hopes and dreams with them, and it makes houston incredibly unique under the surface. you can get viet-cajun fusion food anywhere from a strip mall to fine dining. everyone has tamales for christmas. you can get jerk chicken from the same restaurant that you get authentic indian food. street signs are in 3 different languages, and those languages change depending on what part of town you're in. on the street i grew up on in a working class suburb, my family was the only white family - i had neighbors from the philippines and ghana, cajuns from louisiana that grew up speaking french, and a mexican family whose kids grew up my siblings' friends. my teachers in elementary and middle school were vietnamese nuns, who now get celebrated every time they go to astros games (sr. mary catherine, who throws the first pitch, was my math teacher in middle school)!

i once had my alternator die in the middle of a major intersection near downtown houston, just completely killed my car; my emergency lights wouldn't even come on it was so dead. in the hour span i was stuck there, i had 5-6 different groups of people stop and try to help me - a businessman with a suit and tie and cowboy boots, a mom with her kids in the car with her, a guy with a slab and swangas, a car full of construction workers and neither of us spoke each other's language but they helped me push my car to a parking lot anyway. i've had people help me change flat tires, jump my car, push it out of the road, and i've stopped to do all of that for people too. it's a big city, but there's a level of trust and friendliness among people in a bind there that i've never seen anywhere else i've lived. you'll never eat a meal alone, you'll never be lost. strangers will talk to you everywhere you go, especially if they can sense you're having a bad day. people are friendly and helpful and they will shatter your preconceived notions about who they are or where they're from.

houston isn't a tourist town- i get it, i can't imagine why someone would want to vacation there. and full disclosure, i moved away 5 years ago and now live in a smaller city that feels more comfortable to me in terms of scale. but i strongly believe that growing up somewhere so friendly, so proud of its diversity and so strengthened by it, so different from where the places where the rest of my extended family grew up - i don't think i'd be the same person i am now if i'd lived somewhere else. growing up in an environment where you're exposed to so many different people, so many different cultures, and they're all fundamentally your neighbors? i really believe that makes a difference and makes much more well rounded, compassionate, thoughtful citizens. i wouldn't trade the 28 years i spent there for anything.

also if you have access to watch parts unknown with anthony bourdain, he did an amazing episode on houston. even just the opening minute captures so much:

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#ask #anonymous #idk where i'm going with this but i will defend houston as a great city that will absolutely surprise you until i die

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Experience Tranquility at Mera Gaon Mera Desh - A Must-Visit Tourist Spot in Delhi NCR

In the fast-paced world we live in today, finding a destination that offers both relaxation and cultural enrichment can be challenging. However, just a short distance away from Delhi, nestled in the tranquil landscapes of Haryana, lies the Mera Gaon Mera Desh Resort. A unique blend of rustic village life and modern comfort, this resort offers a peaceful retreat for those seeking an authentic rural experience while still being within reach of Delhi NCR. Whether you are looking for a weekend escape or a longer stay, Mera Gaon Mera Desh serves as a premier tourist spot in Delhi NCR, offering a diverse range of experiences to visitors.

The Allure of Rural Haryana: A True Village Experience

Mera Gaon Mera Desh Resort provides an opportunity to immerse oneself in the serenity of rural Haryana, while enjoying the comforts of a contemporary farmhouse getaway. The resort is a quintessential example of blending traditional village life with the luxury of modern amenities. This makes it an ideal destination near me for urban dwellers seeking to escape the chaos of city life.

The resort’s setting—surrounded by lush green fields, traditional architecture, and expansive open spaces—creates a calming environment that allows guests to reconnect with nature. Visitors can participate in farming activities, interact with locals, or simply take in the tranquil surroundings. For those interested in understanding the simplicity of rural life, Mera Gaon Mera Desh offers a refreshing break from the urban landscape.

Discover Local Cuisine: Restaurant Area Near Me

An essential part of any getaway is the food experience, and Mera Gaon Mera Desh does not disappoint. If you’re wondering about the best restaurant area near me, the resort’s dining facilities offer a delightful array of local and regional dishes. Guests can indulge in the rich flavors of Haryana’s traditional cuisine, including dishes like makki di roti with sarson da saag, as well as a variety of North Indian and continental options.

The resort’s restaurant is designed to offer a cozy, rustic ambiance, with seating options that allow guests to enjoy their meals while overlooking the beautiful rural landscape. For those who prefer a more private experience, the option for takeaway is also available, making it an ideal place to find take out restaurants open now near me.

If you are searching for area restaurants near me that provide authentic, fresh, and flavorful meals, Mera Gaon Mera Desh is an ideal choice. The farm-to-table dining concept ensures that the food is not only delicious but also wholesome.

A Range of Activities and Games

For those looking for engaging activity my during their stay, Mera Gaon Mera Desh offers a variety of activities designed to both entertain and educate. The resort provides a selection of traditional games, such as kabbadi, gilli danda, and even bullock cart rides, giving guests an opportunity to experience a slice of village life. These activities are particularly popular with families, offering a fun and interactive way to explore the local culture.

The resort also offers nature walks, farming experiences, and interactive workshops that allow guests to learn about traditional crafts and rural livelihoods. For those interested in the natural world, there are guided tours to nearby places of interest, such as Sultanpur Bird Sanctuary, a haven for birdwatchers, or excursions to historical and cultural sites around Haryana. The emphasis is on sustainable and enriching experiences that allow visitors to gain a deeper understanding of the region.

Nearby Tour Locations and Visit Places Near Me

Mera Gaon Mera Desh is not only a wonderful resort, but it is also strategically located near several significant tour locations near me in Haryana and Delhi NCR. Beyond the resort, there are various places to visit near me that cater to a wide range of interests, from nature and wildlife to culture and history.

For nature enthusiasts, a visit to Sultanpur Bird Sanctuary provides an opportunity to witness a wide variety of migratory birds, while the Surajkund Mela, held annually in February, offers an exciting cultural experience with handicrafts, food, and performances from across India. These nearby destinations allow guests to extend their experience beyond the resort and delve into the region’s rich history and culture.

Additionally, guests can explore nearby historical landmarks, temples, and the famous Keoladeo National Park, making the resort an ideal base for sightseeing in and around Haryana.

The Environment: A Peaceful Escape from Urban Life

One of the main appeals of staying at Mera Gaon Mera Desh is the environment. The resort is situated in an area that offers fresh air, open spaces, and a peaceful atmosphere—far removed from the noise and pollution of the city. This tranquil environment makes it an excellent choice for those seeking rest, reflection, or simply a break from their busy routine.

Whether guests are enjoying a leisurely walk through the fields or simply relaxing by the farmhouse, the resort’s natural setting offers a refreshing contrast to the urban environment. The attention to sustainability and eco-friendly practices further enhances the resort's commitment to preserving the environment, ensuring that visitors can enjoy their stay with minimal impact on the local ecosystem.

Special Offers and Packages for Every Traveler

To make the experience more accessible, Mera Gaon Mera Desh Resort offers a variety of offers and packages that cater to different needs and budgets. Whether you are visiting for a short weekend break or an extended stay, there are various pricing options available. The resort’s offers provide a great opportunity for guests to experience the beauty and tranquility of rural Haryana without stretching their budget.

The packages include accommodation, meals, and guided tours, allowing guests to enjoy a well-rounded experience. The resort’s website frequently updates its deals, so visitors can plan their trips according to the best available discounts and offers.

Conclusion: A Must-Visit Mera Gaon Mera Desh

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nickgerlich · 19 days ago

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Heat Wave

It’s not just you or me. It’s getting hotter in here. Except that it’s not the air temperature. It’s the food. And if anyone from Denny’s read my blog yesterday, they need to keep reading today. You might take your cues from the hottest—yes, I intended that—trend in food: Swicy.

It’s one of those fancy portmanteaus, a combination word blending sweet and spicy, and it is Gen Z leading the charge of the heat brigade. Fascination with ethnic cuisines known for their heat—Thai, Korean, Southern India, Sichuan China, and parts of Mexico—are fueling the trend. Gen Zers, it turns out, are those most willing to take chances when they dine, whether at home or in a restaurant.

I guess I’m just a geezer with Gen Z taste buds, because I am in love with all of this. My spice rack runneth over with heat, and every morning when I make my World Famous Breakfast Burrito, it has a variety of Asian spices blended in, and then covered with either a spicy Thai sauce or mouth-burning salsa.

The trick is to find the right balance of sweet and spice. Ideally, sweet should not steal the show; instead, it should complement, and help bring out the flavor the spice provides. Check the ingredients on those sauces you buy. If sugar is the first or second item listed, you are doing no better than ketchup.

Swicy is also a contradiction of what we have all seen in American Chinese restaurants, sweet and sour sauce, which is their answer to American ketchup. We do love slathering some kind of red sauce on our food, whatever it is. Thankfully, though, we’re moving away from the blandness. Oh, and I never saw sweet and sour sauce in China. They don’t see the need to ruin their food.

At least once a week, Youngest Daughter comes over and we cook dinner. She too is falling in love with heat, as has Oldest Daughter. We’ve cooked up a heat wave more than once to the point that I had to toss a Ziploc bag of dried chiles de arbol because no one could handle them. Still, if you aren’t sweating, sniffling, and crying a bit, you haven’t gotten there yet. But if you’re doing those three and even coughing a little, you’ve made it.

Or maybe gone too far. Like we did. Sweet Mother of Jesus, those things were off the chart.

We see evidence of the trend with the proliferation of Thai and Indian restaurants. Heck, even Amarillo has four Indian restaurants now, nowhere near as many as you will find in the north Dallas suburbs, but pretty good for our fair city. As for Thai, I lost count. Noodle and Ramen Bowl places are also on-trend. A new Asian market has opened on the south side of Amarillo, squarely located in a more white bread neighborhood than the other Asian markets along the Boulevard near where their core customers live.

An increasing number of restaurants have embraced the trend, and now one in ten US restaurants have at least one swicy entree. Some have entire sections. We also see it in the supermarket, with increasingly large international food aisles. Even my local Walmart has upped its game in this category. It’s not exactly the same as going to an authentic Asian market, but I can get almost everything I need. And if I ever get brave enough to try those chiles de arbol, I know where to find them on Amarillo’s east side. I even got to use my Spanish there.

Of course, trends come and trends go. There’s no guarantee that swicy will last forever, although the fact that it is rooted in Gen Z gives it a good shot at longevity. Well, as long as you guys don’t become like typical old timers who eat meatloaf and mashed potatoes. Bor-r-r-r-ing! Some other sensation will no doubt come along to capture a niche or the entire market. You can bet on this.

And then there are the ancillary products trying to keep up, like the failed Coca-Cola Spiced, along with a slew of others peddling spicy beverages. I’ve had beers brewed with Hatch chiles, and was not all that impressed. That said, on a recent visit to Roosevelt Brewing Company in Portales New Mexico, the brewmaster offered me a slice of a locally-grown red chile, which I let float in my Oktoberfest beer much like a slice of lemon in a Corona. Oh man, now that was excellent!

It’s a great time to be alive, and an even greater time to be eating. I’ve got plans to hit that new Indian restaurant in Downtown Amarillo, as well as Little Laos on Route 66. I’ll be sure to dress appropriately for the heat.

Dr “Turn It Up” Gerlich

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"You can think well, love well, sleep well, if you have dined well." 1/2

Terraveller experience: comfortable stay with great food and friends for company when I travelled to Spiti from 22.08.2024 to 04.09.2024 (14 days).

Our travel circuit: Mumbai > Chandigarh > Narkanda > Sangla > Tabo > Pin valley > Rangrik > Langza > Komic > Hikkim > Kaza > Chandratal > Manali > Delhi > Mumbai.

DAY minus 1 MUMBAI TO CHANDIGARH 22.08.2024: by train.

The peanuts of Bharuch are famous for their bigger size and best flavour. We skipped the train meals to enjoy a Domino's pizza.

DAY 0 CHANDIGARH 23.08.2024:

A fully furnished and fully AC 3-BHK flat with 2 master bedrooms booked via AirBnb.

We experienced a paranormal activity here.

Our evening snacks at Khanna's Nukkad Dhaba at Zirakpur.

We enjoyed the dinner at P. Bhagat Tarachand at Zirakpur.

DAY 1 CHANDIGARH TO NARKANDA via Shimla 24.08.2024:

We had breakfast at Bikanerwala in Zirakpur, Punjab near Chandigarh.

We reported with Terraveler at 10 am. Our driver Mr. OmPrakash Thakur was a local himachali person from Mandi.

Lunch was the Verma's home stay and restaurant, after crossing Simla.

We sipped tea watching this gorgeous sunset while our tempo traveler refueled.

After a long ride starting at 10 am in the morning, we reached our destination, narkanda at 8 pm and we all were relieved to get out of the vehicle. We checked in the Treeline cottages at Narkanda.

Even when we were tired, I got my friends out under the dark open sky to observe the Milky Way and the constellations of Scorpio and Sagittarius.

Afterwards, we headed for the dinner at the restaurant of Treeline cottages.

We had breakfast overlooking the apple orchards which are nestled between the tall and dense conifers on the slopes of the mountains.

DAY 2 NARKANDA TO SANGLA 25.08.2024:

After visit to Rampur Bushahr palace, which didn't even provide the tourists with public convenience we bought some fruits at the local market. These apples are from Thanedar, the birthplace of apples in Asia. They were fresh, crunch and juicy.

We then headed to this restaurant on the highway. The split curds were the highlight of the menu.

We were always sightseing even while traveling in the vehicle. Tosh was informing us about the importance of the places we were passing by. Sometimes, we halted for photos too.

We reached Chitkul, the last or the first Indian village along the Indo-Tibetian border. Again we were facing the problem of public convenience and I went ahead to find washrooms for our group of 14 at Chitkul. The first restaurant denied us, even when we were ready to be their customers. The second restaurant welcomed us and provided us with a clean washroom. In all this search, I made a deal with the second restaurant that I will ensure 14 tea &/or snacks are ordered by our group. Now after getting refreshed, it was announced that we have a time limit of half an hour and everyone opted to sightsee in Chitkul. I ordered my tea and waited for it to be served and then many friends sat at the table. Even if we may not be all 14 at the restaurant, the number was healthy and I was happy to give back to the restaurant, who welcomed us for the loo-break. In this bargain, I lost the time to see Chitkul, but Tosh was gracious to me allow a walk in the village. In fact, he came and showed us the old village too! I was happy, that I didn't miss anything - the tea or the sights.

Afterwards, we backtracked to Sangla. Here we were staying in Hotel Prakash and our meals were at Hotel Prakash regency, which is just opposite it.

Our dinner at Hotel Prakash Regency.

DAY 3 SANGLA to TABO 26.08.2024:

Breakfast here at Sangla was with a view of Kinnaur Kailash mountain, which is always shrouded in clouds.

We moved ahead and reached the devil shoulder, Mt. Reo Purgyil - which overlooks the sangam or confluence of River Spiti and River Sutluj at a place called Khab. The sun was hot and so was the lunch at this roadside dhaba which was managed by the woman power of that village.

Rajma Chawal and Chowmein noodles are the staple dishes of this region.

After the sightseeing the Nako village and the lake, we reached Tabo and checked-in at Lari village at bungalow, Samdup Khangsar Homestay. The hosts of this place were warm and gracious local folks, who welcomed us in their family and ensured that we as their guests had a fabulous experience. We stargazed from terrace of this bungalow.

Dinner at Tabo (photo is awaited).

DAY 4 TABO to PIN VALLEY 27.08.2024:

Breakfast at Lari's bungalow home stay.

We had traditional breafast of Tibetian bread (phaley) with a dollop of butter, spicy green chutney and curds. The fresh apricots were complimentary from the host.

We reached Dhankar Gompa and Tosh of Terraveller offered us a choice between a trek to an high altitude Dhankar lake and lunch at the restaurant of the monastery. Few of us opted to trek and the rest enjoyed the lunch of thukpa and Tibetian omelette with bottled gauva juice.

Those who trekked to Dhankar lake had a lunch of fresh plums and scenery. 13 people and a box of plums, literally.

After tea at the Dhankar gompa's restaurant, we restarted our journey to one of the remote regions of Spiti - Pin Valley. We reached Mudh village in the dark around 8 pm and were dead tired from the arduous journey. Nobody clicked photos here at Sonam Tara Home Stay at Mudh village as we all were tired. Also the dinner photos were skipped. But there is a priceless memory which had been shared by a friend. Kudos to Tosh bhai of Terraveller.

DAY 5 PIN VALLEY to RANGRIK (near Kaza) 28.08.2024:

We woke up fresh and our breakfast was here opposite our home stay at Tara Traveller's cafe at Mudh, Pin valley.

Kaza was on the menu. We explored it on foot and Tosh recommended Cafe Piti for lunch. Though the service was late, it was made up by the courteous staff and the taste of the food served. There were fossils on display at this restaurant.

Photo credits:

I have used photos graciously shared by my foodie friends, who also clicked good photos of places we stayed at. They allowed me to use their photos for this blog post. Those who contributed pictures are:

ND, DrPS, DrHS, DrKG, PN, SM & Terraveller, with whom we all had gone. (If I have missed anyone whose photos I have used and credits are not mentioned, it is unintentional & you may please bring to my attention. I will mention).

Part 2/2 continued...

PART 2 of the Spiti STARGAZING SIGHTSEEING JEEP SAFARI is here.

#Food #stay #Spiti #travel #foodie #wanderlust

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krishna222021 · 2 months ago

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Chennai Tiffin: The Best of South Indian Cuisine in San Diego

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Is the stock market open or closed Juneteenth? 2024 holiday schedule

Juneteenth is a Federal holiday yes. The stock market is closed that's correct and Banks and many other things that people will find surprising and yeah this guy needs to die these people will run around starting our son thinking that got stuff threatening our son and continuously and they're just idiots so we're going to kill him finally he can leave at least once you at the table and people think the girl was driving the car and it was not true and he says he's probably missy hulman trying to assassinate Kathy. looking around and they're saying you people suck. It's making Ellie mad and our son realizes there's no position there and doesn't want to hear it it's a stupid thing to do she thinks she's sitting on the secret so mac daddy says you're dead to the two wise asses who are always mean to our son and he says I didn't deposit it and he did deposit it and he is a huge a****** so Mac is angry and it's going down to talk to them no it's going after Sherry. And he says I don't know why the f*** I keep you on staff or you're trying to ding me just like a turd is there anybody without this maniacal b******* and our son says probably not here he says wow those are trying to get rid of everyone but they have to and it's because of the same function that we just mentioned. And they're kind of not laughing about it but do laugh. And Mac is going to try and get her out to find out what the hell happened. People are angry they're looking around and they're trying to figure out who hurt them and it's usually the person right next to them here and punta Gorda this is disgusting pile of assholes murdering each other they're supposed to be a team the max made you do it okay and they probably do and they probably did that night and she was on a drug someone said or just drunk when she plans to do it who knows why she thought you could sneak in his her what do you want. Kathy found out who it was and started to attack her silently and ruined a lot of her Force flattened them and took them down and she said this Indian b**** is actually for a stupid job and you'd be surprised so she went to town she found Sarah doing it too and all these people are not paying attention yeah it's simply don't want these idiots near him a lot of Macs are up it really after these idiots that's so dumb in here so my son said that last line it is very dumb what you people do.

So close today our public offices all of them the banks the investment firms the stock markets some forms of transportation government services of all kinds even the park department they're closed other places can stay open yeah the grocery stores and they only let certain stores stay open by the way they don't allow regular stops and stores just say it open restaurants are open some of them aren't. It's always this year as new and it is celebrating the emancipation of African Americans after the civil war and when they notified the people now try to leave a large has been causing trouble that's John remillard has been causing problems for African Americans so he goes around and he causes trouble for them cuz he's a freak and they end up fighting him and he is going in as a black guy and they know who he is and he gets killed over and over and he just keeps going back and become like for the 30th time and Gene Hackman was looking at it and said what your people are doing is different he's trying to figure out what to do with what they're doing and our son says they saw you here Shangri-La and they want it so bad and they feel they can do anything for it and he started laughing because our son did the Morgan and Morgan commercial with Brian staring off somewhere and he said this is a hilarious guy but this is what they're doing. So he tells happen you're going to be stuck with this this despicable me the series if Brian reverts to what he really looks like and he started roaring now he got mad and he said what is it with you idiots you're just stupid and you found out it's true is it someone figured out for Christ's sake they just freaking dumb and he's going around knocking people off and things are going to win in essence it is the goal and so he goes I don't have anything to say let's try to knock me off all the time and was not laughing and said he keeps reading him so much his people are massively angry better take it over is their entire territory to suck them in there cuz they're stupid as hell said we're not taking it over to suck them in there we're taking over to get the hell away from them and then it smiles that's what's going to happen but the macs are there and we are there and then idiots don't do well and he started smiling and said we have an actual problem yeah it's kind of hard to say like the max plan to do that as you know are you coming near these people or at them or around them I'll tell you they are f****** dim witted and they're so dumb that they mire and come things up just by being married and he admitted they don't do anything that's normal. the train or a plane if it's mostly them the train and play might not launch at on time at all there's a lot of them don't want to go anywhere and they don't want to work. Should imagine the society the ground to a halt and he said this is terrible it was worse is they can't grind it to a halt so they're trying to blow it up and he followed that so he said we gotta get help in here and he was in trouble. It was on to a couple movies and then he is in a movie in New York the tenanbaums and a brother of Loki Earth trumpster hits him in the house and his clan is under attack. And Gene Hackman and said can do to revive me to get them. And they went in there in New York and start pouring and was pulling tons of these guys out wasting huge piles of them and you took a few days today I'm buried him and they're brought it back well the story says he tried to bring him back and he was too far gone and that's what happens have to use lightning speeds on someone's too shallow and now it's too warm out for months. And if something he gets out our son thinks he gets out and he does Superman and some other stuff and he might

Thor Freya

Yeah I do a couple of crazy movies that makes sense now

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大家好! I returned to Song Yue, the restaurant Pa introduced me to, with LL, the expat friend from China, in tow. Both Song Yue and Din Tai Fung serve dishes from Taiwan island, but they couldn't be more different. The latter is famous for la mian xiao long bao (handpulled noodles and soup dumplings); the former specialises in jia chang bian cai (homestyle cooking). We had pork ribs and radish, poached cabbage with fish maw and egg floss, as well as ginger duck, their specialty dishes. LL especially loved the pork ribs and radish, as did I, although everything was excellent. I also collected the Legend Age moisturiser and eye cream which I'd ordered. LL included a foundation FOC for me to try, as well as a facial mask sheet. Yay!

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A new stall serving Western-style meals opened near our office and they offered a promotional price for teriyaki grilled chicken to mark their opening: $6.90 (regular price $9). SC, ML, MI and I decided to try it. I asked for teriyaki sauce on the side but ended up not touching any: the dish was tasty on its own. The chicken looks large but it's pretty flat and quite crispy whilst remaining tender and juicy. The meal came with 2 sides: 4 onion rings and buttery mashed potato. This was undeniably good, but $6.90 good, not $9 good. I won't be ordering it once the promotion ends. The quantity of chicken doesn't justify the price tag.

Another week, another bowl of zha jiang mian (pork noodles in bean sauce). The stall I was at seemed to be owned by Malaysians rather than China nationals. I decided to give them a try and requested for additional vegetables to go with my noodles. Instead of shredded carrot and cucumber which are usually served with this dish, there was... a mound of lettuce. I was disappointed but tucked in anyway. Honestly, it wasn't bad. The noodles were quite smooth and slurpable and the tasty sauce coated each strand without being too salty. My main gripe is, the soybeans were too hard and chewy instead of soft and palatable. It isn't something I'll specially return for, but it was decent. I'll try their tomato egg noodles next time if I happen to be within the vicinity and have a craving for some.

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I'm not a fan of coleslaw because many places add too much mayo and the mixture ends up gloopy, but I needed my veggie fix during WFH lunch this week. Coleslaw was the only veggie menu item at the stall serving local western style meals near my home, so I ordered it along with chicken spaghetti. The portion was pretty reasonable for $3 and it was actually good! The thinned out mayo didn't overwhelm the crunchy sweetness of fresh carrots and cabbage. I polished off the little dish before tucking into the chicken and spaghetti. This still isn't my favourite way to eat vegetables, so it will remain a last resort. On the bright side, I know where to get some coleslaw that isn't gloopy now!

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It's been another eventful week as more nations signal their displeasure against the war in Gaza, from Chile joining developing countries rallying behind the genocide case against Israel at the ICJ, France banning Israeli companies at a weapons exhibition, Maldives banning Israeli tourists to Ghent University severing ties with all Israeli academic and research institutions. I hope this brings some comfort to Palestinians in Gaza, where children are once again suffering from malnutrition following Israel's invasion of Rafah. The above video shows very disturbing images of sickly, emaciated children. One can only hope their nightmare ends soon and this war finally comes to an end. Stay strong Gaza! 下次见!

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Monday, May 13th, 2024

Tsukiji Hongwanji, Mitsukoshi Ginza, and Bunraku Performance

Today began by waking up, skipping breakfast, going to my class meeting and then heading with the group to the train station. We made our way to the Tsukuji Hongwanji temple, which is a Buddhist temple opened in 1617 originally and has now been reconstructed a few times influenced by Indian architecture. This temple was pretty interesting as it was not like most of the other Japanese temples which were built of wood, as this is constructed with stone.

After viewing the temple and saying a prayer inside we then proceeded to the Tsukiji fish market, which is one of the largest in all of Tokyo. While here we went to a sushi place called “Sushizanmai”, I ordered just a basic tuna roll which was pretty decent, though I would probably hold off on the wasabi for next time as I am not really a fan of the flavor. Next we made our way to Ginza, which is one of Tokyo’s top shopping districts, and is where you might expect people with money to burn to be hanging out. My friends and I were not too interested in the Louis Vuitton type shops so we walked around for a bit and ended up at a random underground mall where we found a restaurant that had appetizing looking photos on the wall. The name of the izakaya restaurant was “Miroku Yaesu” where I ordered what I thought was beef curry, though I’m pretty certain that I ended up gettting offal, and I am not really a fan of animal entrails… I did not end up eating any of the meat and was not too happy with my meal choice to say the least.

After not enjoying this mid meal we walked to a cake shop and got some strawberry cake, which tasted infinitely better than the organs.

Once done with that we took the train back to our hotel and then walked around the neighborhood for a bit. While perusing we stumbled upon a random temple in the middle of the Yushima area near our hotel, which was beautiful and also completely void of people which is a weird site to see anywhere in Tokyo.

After researching it some I found out that this is called Reiunji Temple, and was founded in 1691. It really feels wild to just be randomly walking and stumble upon a building that has a longer history than the entire United States of America. Once viewing this temple for a while we headed back to the hotel and relaxed for a bit before making our way to a Bunraku performance. Bunraku is a form of traditional Japanese puppetry dating back to the 17th century. This comprises of large wooden puppets controlled by multiple people, acting out a story while a “chanter” reads all the lines in an extremely emotionally charged performance, accompanied by a musical performance from a shamisen, which is a type of 3 stringed traditional musical instrument. The show was pretty interesting and definitely something I have never experienced before. The entire show was in Japanese, so I was not able to understand much but we were equipped with earbuds that told a brief synopsis of the plot every minute or so.

After the Bunraku performance we went back to the hotel and found a burger place in Akihabara called “Mos burger” where we had an okay meal, and despite me not really wanting a burger in Japan I went along as to not eat alone. After eating we all went back to the hotel and a group of about 12 of us hung out in the top floor conference room and watched a movie.

Academic Reflection

The Bunraku performance was an extremely unique experience, and after reading the story of the puppet performance, I was surprised to see it acted out much differently than I could have anticipated. The visual aspects of the puppets paired with the chanter and shamisen player sounds were quite the sight to behold. Seeing the events unfold, and knowing what was going to happen somehow added to the suspense and emotions as I knew what was coming next. The entire aspect of being there live in person definitely helped me to solidify the information and recall the events as they were unfolding right before my eyes. I thought that the whole substitution drama fit really well and I can see why there was a need for so much emotional impact. I enjoyed the scene near the beginning where Gonshiro finds out that he had mistakenly grabbed the wrong child, as this is really the turning point that knocked over the dominos and set the rest of the story into motion.

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myheartsmadeofparts · 1 year ago

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Playing House (Part One)

I'm almost 39, and I've never shared a living space with a partner. Never "made a home" so to speak, beyond my parents'. Never even lived in the same place, with the same roommate, for more than two years. Weary of this lonesome and transitory life, I remind myself that at least I have engaged in some sort of simulations, some exercises if you will. I have played some house.

I. Greg

I was sitting on the floor of my bedroom, straddling my first and only high school boyfriend. His back was resting against the bed, and his long legs formed an arch behind my rear. My mother opened the door. She said she was going out for a bit. "So you two are just going to be here playing house?" she said, her voice rising anxiously by the end of the sentence. But she did close the door behind her.

II. Jasmine

I first met Jasmine in Freshman Seminar. It took a few beats to adjust my ear to her accent. At first, her words sounded to me like they were cut up by sickles.

I don't remember clearly, but I think we became friends in Hebrew class sophomore year. One day near the end of the school year, she walked me to my dorm. We sat on my bed, gave each other back massages. "What do we do now?" she said. I didn't know how to answer. Later, I admitted to my closest friend that I had a little crush.

The next semester I spent away, and when I returned I moved into Jasmine's house on campus, into the room adjacent to hers. Quickly enough, as we squabbled over things like my leaving little pieces of unflushed paper in our shared toilet, my feelings for her shifted from crush to a sisterly affection. We even called each other "sister," or in Hebrew "achoti," (my sister). i was the youngest, Jasmine in the middle, with our Burmese eldest sister across the hall. Sometimes in the dining hall, we would sit together saying things like "Pass the salt, sister. Thank you, sister." And we would giggle at our little ways.

Late at night, from time to time, Jasmine would declare "Lets. Make. Noodles." And pouring boiled water over packaged ramen took on the feel of a ritual. Just before bedtime, Jasmine perched at the end of her bed, reading the news in Arabic, and translating for me, line by line. She answered every one of my questions.

III. Michael

Once we had become good and close, he told me it hadn't been love at first sight for him. I arrived from India bearing a stomach bug that apparently affected my brain. Sweaty and cowed by the humidity, I shook Michael's hand in the offices of the English Department and asked if he knew a doctor. He took me to a grocery store, and watched me bang my cart into the sides of the isles, poorly navigating their foreign narrowness. It wasn't a glowing first impression.

About six weeks later, at my birthday party, someone gave me a red hip scarf with gold coins, and I belly danced around the table for my new group of friends. That's when he knew, he said. That's when he fell for me.

One day we were having lunch at an Indian restaurant downtown. A languorous track with a female vocalist added to the ambience. When the song stopped short in the middle of a note, we twittered along with the other diners. I may have even blushed. It sounded like an orgasm.

Another time, when just he and I were having dinner out, he picked up a call from his wife. His voice, which had carried it's usual relaxed and playful tone, took on a nervous cadence and his body language became jumpy. He told her he was out with the cast of the college play that he and I were producing together. He soon paid the bill and skittered out to pick her up.

I can't quite say it was playing house. I never even visited the house he shared with his wife, on the weekends; their domestic helper, six days a week; and several cats. No it was more like playing at having an affair, which is a storied institution of it's own. I harbored no jealously towards his wife, who was 15 years younger than him and 16 years older than me, also an actress and an academic. I actually found her quite charming. Both she and I being car-less, we shared a ride with him to the east side of the city once or twice. She kept an apartment there where she stayed during the week, ostensibly to avoid a long commute.

He was over 50 and the spark that triggered his relationship with a woman who had been his grad student had faded into some kind of mutually beneficial pragmatic union. I was 22 and in the midst of a long romantic and sexual dry spell. Our working partnership and off-the-clock relationship, such as it was, filled a void for me too. "I love you, Michael," I said to him after our students had won a Shakespeare competition, a shared professional and creative triumph for the two of us. I hugged him with one arm, as we were sitting side-by-side at a big group table. "I love you too," he said, and paused. It sounded like a "but" was coming. "But?" I asked. "No but," he said. "I love you unconditionally."

One Saturday or Sunday, without a work-related premise, He drove us to a relatively remote part of the territory. We watched colorful kites fly on the beach, and took a ride in a small motor boat. It was the cleanest air I breathed that year.

#relationships #home #playing house

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