I’m an immigrant in Germany with a discernible accent. I don’t know what would happen if I reported myself to a hospital, but I don’t think it would end in work allowance, even here.

It’s trucking, you should stop dismissing a union

They should just call it a maize.

Beans and rice. I fry onions, bell peppers, garlic, and chili in a pot (sometimes carrots, celery, or leeks), add tomato paste and rice, and after a few minutes of toasting the rice, I add vegetable broth and cook until the rice is done. Then I add cooked beans (I use black beans, pinto beans, or black eyed peas at about a 2:3 ratio of beans to rice), spices, and sometimes tomatoes or nutritional yeast, depending on my mood and grocery stock. I serve it with lime, vegan cheese, or fried onions.

You might want to look into lentil-oat mixes for even cheaper mince substitutes. You can make it yourself and season it with no beef bouillon and it’s a high protein, high fiber, cheap and tasty option. It’s more time intensive, but it’s mostly passive cooking time.

Hey, I just want to suggest that you treat your past self as kindly as you treated the awkward kid. We all fuck up on things, it’s okay.

When my ex studied abroad in Germany, he made a group of Mexican, American and French friends, and they had parties on Cinco de Mayo and on the Seventeenth of May, the former held by the Mexican and American students and the latter by the French after learning about Cinco de Mayo.

Even if you were 110% legal, would you risk getting someone who isn’t snatched up?

It clearly doesn’t matter to ICE or the regime generally if a person is a citizen

You gotta wash it first, you don’t want an infection

I think high school is irrelevant when talking about the behavior of men and women, because it’s attended by children. In my high school, matching socks were actively uncool and would get you made fun of- making a complaint about how the world cares about your ingenuity in mismatching socks based on my experience there would be more reflective of my personal history than of larger society

Or new slang

That’s why I was initially surprised, but the og method involved high heat to break down the woodiness of the fibers, and that leads to methanol, not ethanol. You do need sugars for either though, afaik, because the yeast has to eat something either way.

Wait, you can’t make ethanol from wood? I guess that would make sense, because otherwise you’d see a lot more wood liqueurs, I’ve only ever heard of alcohol made from maple syrup, birch, and pine (but that last one was from a rural Austrian town and they aren’t allowed to sell it elsewhere, so it might be a little more poisonous than the others). This is going to be a rabbit hole.

Edit: you can, but it’s not the traditional way of turning wood into alcohol, and an efficient method has only recently been developed.

Don’t close my tabs, they’re all important

I’m getting my masters degree in German instruction and work part time as a teacher. For about half the pay, I also work part time at a bakery. I love it. I don’t get a lot of cachet for it, but it’s a productive way to serve the community. Bakeries here are a much bigger part of society and I get to ensure people are getting the basics. I could stop and eventually I’ll have to, but for now, it’s a thing I enjoy doing.

The most infuriating part about it is I know that if I rant about how terrible bbt is, it will only cement me as Sheldon in their minds.

Regarding the former: I’m autistic and have a lot of experiences telling me that I should hide parts of myself from others to be acceptable. It doesn’t work. It’s better for one-off social interactions, and I should rein in my info-dumping in some scenarios, but it’s easier to make better friends if I just share myself with others.

What do you say in lef of that?

I had a beautiful moment related to the word “bellend,” and now I love it.

I was one of two native English speakers in a German class in Germany, and we’d been together 20 hours/week for a few months, so the teacher and students knew each other pretty well. The other native English speaker was blatantly on his phone one day, which was his choice in an adult education class, but it’s disrespectful. The teacher going through gerunds with us (-ing in English, but in German, it’s -end), and after trying to get his attention for a few moments, just shouted, “Mickey, weißt du was “bellend” bedeutet?” (“Mickey, do you know what “barking” means?”) Mickey froze for a second, then told the teacher he was sorry and she was right.

The teacher (who did not speak good enough English to have done it intentionally) was completely caught off guard and I suddenly put it together and nearly lost my shit, but Mickey didn’t know we were doing gerunds and I wasn’t about to explain the meaning of bellend to everyone in the class, so I experienced this perfect crossover of language alone.

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