Philosophy is the disease for which it should be the cure.
― Herbert Feigl, Inquiries and Provocations: Selected Writings 1929–1974
Philosophy is the disease for which it should be the cure.
― Herbert Feigl, Inquiries and Provocations: Selected Writings 1929–1974
They are certainly edible and are considered to have a range of health benefits - but the commercially available ones will be farmed or collected elsewhere than in the UK. Even if anyone did feel like foraging for them in the UK - which would be illegal, of course - given how rare they are, there's no way it would be commercially viable.
It's Scunthorpe all over again. Have we learnt nothing?
Aliyev's comments are short-sighted, delusional bollocks but... have you never had a candle as a gift?
It seems that elsewhen, and a lot of other variations - used to be used, but fell out of fashion. There is some discussion here.
From Nov 24th, we progressively decorate the house, one item per day, throughout Brumalia - the old Roman/Byzantine winter festival - in preparation for Saturnalia.
Otherwise, we'll have a pair of candles going for the eight sabbats themselves, regardless of anything else that we do for them, but I don't think that candles alone really count as decorations.
Yes, fun idea. No problem with that but... that 'flag' is a sail. They're different things.
Improve education for girls worldwide. A very strong link has been established by numerous studies.
Leaving aside points about driving licence numbers being unique or whatever, it would be the silver pentagram that I made back in the '90s and have worn (or occasionally carry in my wallet etc, when the cord breaks) ever since.
Facilities manager for a wildlife and heritage charity. I lead a small team looking after health & safety, compliance and building maintenance and repairs.
Ninety percent of my time is spent at the keyboard, but since I am peripatetic and move around the properties that I cover, I have a different, and usually beautiful, view out of the window each day of the week. When I am not sat behind a desk, I will be crawling through an attic or have my head down a sewer or something.
My time is spent arranging contractors for routine servicing or repair projects, reviewing fire risk assessments and dealing with outstanding actions, writing client briefs for renewable energy projects, chasing people to do workplace inspections, advising on risk assessments, updating our compliance tracker, arranging asbestos surveys, ensuring that everyone who needs training has it up to date, proving to utility companies that their meters are wildly inaccurate and need to be replaced, working out why the biomass boiler/sewage treatment plant/water heater/automatic gate/car park machine/phone system/greywater pump/security alarm/whatever isn't working and getting it fixed and so on.
I'm in my 50s. This is not something that I have ever encountered in the street.
Perhaps, when walking through a park or similar, when I was in my teens or twenties, some kids might have kicked a ball in my direction a couple of times, with the hope/expectation that I would return it, but that it about as close as I have experienced.