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a hastily curated commonplace book of the levant (writ large). mostly food & politics.

Ham. Crosswalks. Shoulders.
Mess in a sundress, 2014 ed.
Mise en place
It can hardly be an accident that Austen is explicit about Mansfield Park’s wealth’s dependence on the slave trade (via Paris Review – In Defense of Fanny Price, Tara Isabella Burton)
The Joan (aka ginger meets Manhattan): shot of #bourbon, splash sweet vermouth, dash #ginger simple syrup, top with ginger ale and plenty of ice #cocktail #recipe
Let’s get this out of the way: clothing marketed as feminist apparel is a joke. It’s all a joke. It’s a beautiful, elaborate joke, one tied into capitalism and production and visibility and affect. It’s not just a t-shirt, it never was, and fashion was never just about how good you feel in your clothes. It is also about who made them, the creation of the ideas behind them, who has sold it to you, and how they knew you’d buy it. Clothing might give you agency to be that kind of femme or butch or whatever that you can will yourself to be, but it’s not just about the signals your clothes give off. It’s about how they came to be in the first place, too. (via Commodity Fetish: This Is Not Really What a Feminist Looks Like | The Hairpin)
(via Children’s Books for Young Feminists | The Hairpin)

Seven reasons birth control pills shouldn't require a prescription - Vox

“in order to carry out violence and subversion abroad, or repression and violation of fundamental rights at home, state power has regularly sought to create the misimpression that it is terrorists that we are fighting..”

“Marking Ramadan as a “new American tradition” not only overlooks the holy month observed by enslaved Muslims many years ago, but also perpetuates their erasure from Muslim-American history.”

by rocks and waves fit for a pirate queen
stairs to nowhere
a cat followed a bird that followed
an old woman in a straw hat
looking at the sea
collecting stones

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a real noir heroine: Ida Lupino directs The Hitch-Hiker (via Watch The Hitch-Hiker by Ida Lupino (the Only Female Director of a 1950s Noir Film) - | Open Culture)
(via Flannery O’Connor’s Cartoons | Brain Pickings)

home-is-where-you-are ratatouille

home-is-where-you-are #ratatouille #recipe: just toss in the best herbs from wherever you’re calling home

I’m temporarily based in the seaside town of Asilah, Morocco. Not far from here, the Mediterranean gives way to the Atlantic, and you can see Europe from the northwest corner of Africa. It’s a place I’ve come to during times of transition in my own life (after living in Morocco for over two years, this was the last place I spent the night before leaving in 2009), so it’s the perfect place for me…

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