history of the world in six glasses

On History and Dinner

Summary: A non athletic!Jack fic, where grad student and history nerd, Jack Zimmermann meets the cute Samwell student/baker Eric Bittle at the Bread and Butter Bakery.  Picks up right after On History and Pie.  Jack takes a chance and meets Bitty for dinner. It’s their first date.  A collaboration with the wonderful @zim-tits​ featuring her lovely artwork. Also on AO3

Bitty was closing up shop for the evening at Bread and Buttery Bakery when he heard a small tap. Lardo smiled as she looked through the large picture window and saw who was standing on the other side.

“It’s your boy, Bitty,” she said.

He glanced and saw Jack standing outside as he waved shyly.

Chowder unlocked and opened the door. “Welcome! Come on in.”

“Thanks,” Jack said as he came in slowly, looking at Bitty with a soft smile.

Bitty closed the register and smiled in return as he walked from behind the counter toward Jack.

“Hi, Jack.”

“Hi, Eric. Bitty.”

The two wordlessly stared at one another, smiling. Lardo, taking pity on them, cleared her throat, “Uh, Chowder, can you help me with something in back?”

Chowder frowned disappointed he wasn’t going to be able to watch.

“Sure, Lardo.”

“You came,” Bitty said. “Thanks for that. Thanks for trusting me.”

“My uncle says… well, never mind, but I’m the one that should be saying thanks – for the shortbread. It was really good.”

“Really good? I was aiming for so amazing it would make you wanna slap your mama but then again, I’m sure you love your mama, so really good will do.”

Jack laughed softly, “I do. So, are you… that is… if you’re still interested…”

“Jack, would you like to go grab something to eat?”

Jack smiled, relieved that Bitty had taken the lead.

“Yes, I’d like that.”

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Alright. Coffee, tea, cola coming up.

  • Coffee brought up a lot of controversy when it was first introduced from the Arab world into the rest of Europe. It was considered a relatively safe alternative from other spirits even though it had addicting qualities, because it promoted intellectual progress and also had medicinal aspects. Women felt that the effects were more on the negative side, however, because coffee also reduced male potency! The establishment of coffeehouses allowed people a place to hang out and exchange ideas as well as contemplate scientific and commercial thought. Gov’t tried to remove these institutions because they supported freedom of speech and had an open sort of atmosphere that allowed people of all classes to talk freely amongst themselves. There were even empires that were built on coffee, like the Arabs who had the monopoly on beans, the Dutch as the middlemen and those who set up plantations in colonized areas in SE Asia, and the French also did so elsewhere. 
  • Tea: In China, tea was at the start used medicinally and as a currency in the Silk Routes alongside the spread of Buddhism. In the Tang dynasty it became the national drink. It killed bacteria that cause cholera, typhoid, and dysentery. It spread to Japan, even though it was discouraged by the Mongols, who preferred their drink of kumiss, fermented mare’s milk. In Japan, tea ceremonies were symbols of high class and taste and status, and in Britain it was used to denote high status because of its expense. Tea was brought to India because of the British East India Trading company. In India/China, opium was traded for tea, which heavily bolstered Britain’s economic well-being. Tea parties, afternoon tea, tea shops, and tea gardens all became symbols of high culture. Tea also appeared in the proletariat class in the form of tea breaks from factory work. Tea reduced diseases acquired through water because it involved boiling the water before serving it, which raised the infants’ survival rates and thus augmented the labor pool for the ind. revolution. Tea is also credited for being one of the main sources of emerging consumerism in the British empire. Basically, Tea serves to show trade through the Silk Route and later inventions (railroads, steamships, etc), the spread of religion (Buddhism, Taoism, Christianity, etc), as well as new disease prevention measures. 
  • Coke: This was actually originally a medicinal beverage as well. John Pemberton created a concoction using coca, French wine, and kola extract. By 1895, it had spread nationwide. Controversy on the legality side made them redact their medicinal statements and just market it as “delicious and refreshing.” With WWII, America’s isolationist policies came to a general close so they sent out servicemen with Coke so that soldiers’ morale would increase. Only syrup was shipped because of cost issues, so they ended up building bottling plants wherever they moved. After the war, French communists attacked the Coca-cola companies for their “colonization”. Thus, Coca-cola became the forefront of capitalist symbolism for the west. The Arab world became dominated by Pepsi. Coca Cola basically represents the direction of the previous century towards globalization. Its history brings to the forefront of readers’ minds matters of consumerism, ideological battles, imperialism, colonialism, and capitalism.

Hope this helped!

xx EJ

anonymous asked:

Similar to the other one you did: Alex being out of town and Maggie having a breakdown/wanting to slip back into bad tendencies & Kara being the one to help

When she’s with Alex, the world doesn’t sting quite so much.

When she’s with Alex, she doesn’t dwell – not as much – on the massacre of her friends at the bar, doesn’t stay up late at night going through their pictures, going through their files, because she has enough saturation during her days, filled with finding their families, their friends, and telling them, telling them, telling them.

When she’s with Alex, she feels proud of M’gann for going back to Mars to campaign against genocidal racism, not sad and miserable and mildly but guiltily betrayed because one of her only real friends is suddenly on a different planet.

When she’s with Alex, she doesn’t down quite so much bourbon, because she doesn’t think quite so much about the deaths on the job and the torture she’s cleaned up after and the persistent nagging feeling that she’s not doing enough, never doing enough, to make the police force a force for actual good.

When she’s with Alex, she gets called things like the best, and tough, and genius, and sexy, and you stay in bed and I’ll make the coffee today, babe, you’re always so good to me, I want to start taking care of you; she doesn’t have so much time or bandwidth to reflect on past heartbreak, on the terror that this will end the same way, on the way she tends to lose all her friends in breakups, the way she tends to lose all her self-esteem in the palms of women who don’t understand who she is.

But Alex is away in Geneva, and Alex skypes every night, but briefly, briefly, and Alex looks so damn good in a pantsuit and Maggie can’t help but be scared, be terrified, that she’ll meet someone else, that she’ll meet someone new, someone better, someone with a better pedigree, some white chick who has six degrees and isn’t just some local cop and whose only baggage is a six-figure salary and a history of absolutely no mental health issues.

So Maggie is downing as much bourbon as that new white boy will serve her – and he’s not M’gann, he probably doesn’t deserve to be mentioned in the same thought bubble as her, so he doesn’t cut her off, he doesn’t slide her a glass of water, he doesn’t put his hand on her shoulder, on her cheek, and remind her that she’s got a lot to be proud of. He just serves up more alcohol, and she just keeps drinking it, and the world starts splitting in two but he doesn’t stop serving so she doesn’t stop drinking.

And suddenly there are a pair of strong hands on her shoulders, and she thinks of Alex, just for a moment, but it’s the other Danvers sister, the little one, the one Alex idolizes and the one who idolizes Alex, and Maggie feels a lopsided grin twist onto her face and hears the slight slur in her words.

“Ey, it’s Little Danvers! How you doing, kid?”

Kara arches a sympathetic eyebrow and keeps one hand on Maggie’s back as she lowers herself onto the stool next to her.

“How are you doing, Maggie?” She puts the seltzer Mon El silently gives her into Maggie’s hands, and she makes a note to firmly explain to him the finer points of keeping his customers safe later.

“You know your sister looks really incredible in a suit. I met her in a suit, you know. On that tarmac, when she was pretending to be FBI, and damn I knew I was a goner then and there.”

Maggie sips for a long, long moment at Kara’s seltzer and stares into her blue eyes for a long moment. “You’re really pretty too, you know, Little Danvers. Both the Danvers girls, huh? Bet someone in Geneva’s gonna try to pick her up, ya think? And of course she’ll leave me, because come on, who wouldn’t, and I mean, I told her, I knew, right, she only wants me because she’s just coming out and I’m all bright and shiny on account of her just realizing her feelings, right, I mean, who wouldn’t leave me, right Little Danvers?”

Kara listens with soft eyes and puts the straw up to Maggie’s lips, encouraging her to drink more seltzer. Maggie obeys, and Kara reaches a tentative hand out to brush Maggie’s hair away from her face, just like she does for Alex. For her first big sister.

“Alex loves you, Maggie. And not just because she’s just coming out. You know that, right? That she loves you?”

Maggie shakes her head and tries to order another shot, and Kara cancels it and gets another seltzer instead.

“But she’s amazing, Little Danvers. Kara. Does it bother you that I call you Little Danvers? Because obviously you’re not littler than me, but because Alex, you, it.. anyway… I just… she thinks she fails at everything, all the time, you know, but she’s just… she’s perfect, Kara, perfect for me, and I’ve never… I’ve never had anyone treat me like she treats me, like I’m… like I’m worth a damn, you know, Little Danvers?”

Kara nods softly. “And you’re afraid of that being taken away? Because she looks good in a pantsuit and there are probably hot women in Geneva.”

Maggie laughs bitterly. “Well when you put it that way I sound like a whiny, insecure kid.”

Kara smiles and shakes her head. “No. Not to me. You know what you sound like to me? You sound like someone who dotes on my sister, when my sister has never, ever been paid proper attention to, let alone been doted on, in her whole life. You sound like someone who loves with her whole heart, her whole being, and who’s only gotten punished for it. But Maggie, I know Alex. Alex isn’t… Alex isn’t going to do that to you. Alex loves you, Maggie. For you. Because that thing you said, about her thinking she fails all the time, but really she’s perfect for you? That’s how she feels about you, Maggie. That’s how she feels about you.”

Maggie stares at Kara for a long time, and Kara returns her gaze gently, gently, affectionately. Because she misses Alex, too, and she’s been jealous of Maggie – so jealous – but Maggie has the same fear of losing Alex that she does, and the love that underlies that fear just might be the thing to keep them all together.

“Come on,” Kara concludes abruptly, putting her arm around Maggie’s waist and guiding her to stand.

“Whoa, I know I said you’re pretty, Little Danvers, but I’m not trying to – ”

Kara laughs at Maggie’s drunken ridiculousness gently. “I know you’re not trying to, Maggie. I’m putting you to bed. Oh. Um. That didn’t sound – you need to rest. Come on. I’ll take you home and tuck you in.”

“Does being a saint run in your family, Little Danvers?” Maggie wants to know as she walks as straight as she can out the back door with Kara’s arm around her. Kara just chuckles as she hails a cab, because she doesn’t think Maggie’s stomach could tolerate being flown.

When she has her tucked in – Maggie stumbles out of her jeans and strips off her shirt and Kara averts her eyes – she turns off the light and sets a glass of water on the bedside table.

“Kara?” Maggie mutters, and Kara stills. “Stay?”

Kara smiles and nods and crawls into bed next to her sister’s girlfriend. “Alex loves you, Maggie. Alex loves you so much.”

Maggie falls asleep with Kara’s arms around her and a smile on her face, because this must be what it feels like to have a sister.

a-non-sequitur  asked:

Random question of the day: what types of stories are you drawn to? Has that changed since you've grown older?

This took me a while to answer because I kept stopping and thinking about it, and I still honestly don’t know the answer – I think it depends in part on mood, and also what a “story” is – I want different things from my nonfiction and my fiction, but both are a kind of story, and even within those divisions there are different times I want different things. 

I really struggle with stories of injustice, especially injustice that hasn’t been repaired, or has only partially been repaired. I understand the importance, on the one hand, and I don’t think those stories shouldn’t be told, but they’re very frustrating for me to read and I think generally, for me, don’t necessarily serve the purpose they’re intended for. So I think the flip of that is that I like a story that has a satisfying catharsis. I don’t need it to end tied up neatly with a bow, but I need there to at least be a sense that justice has been or will be done. 

This is probably why I like murder mysteries so much. Almost always the focus is not on the injustice, since it has already happened, but on the serving of justice. Likewise true crime tends to be viewed through the lens of “Either this was resolved or the people suffering are dead” which provides at least some sense of closure. When true crime focuses on the victim it can be doing a service in giving the victim a voice, but it can also be a bit obsessively about the violence committed against the victim, which is fetishistic and creepy. 

I like stories that celebrate the best of human qualities rather than the worst; one reason I avoid postapocalyptic fiction/dystopian fiction/godfuckingdamn zombies is that those stories tend to, if not glorify, then engage on an uncomfortably enthusiastic level with the worst of human instincts. Which it turns out aren’t even what come out during times of disaster (cf Rebecca Solnit’s book A Paradise Built In Hell). I really enjoyed The Stand to a point because it was about counterpoints – one group of people becoming the worst of humanity but another group becoming the best of. And I threw the book across the room and never finished it because of what happened to the Best Of about 2/3 of the way into the book. (Yes, I did go look up how it ends, but I still can’t bear to finish it.) 

I also really like microhistory, the history of a specific thing or of culture as seen through the prism of that thing, like A History Of The World In Six Glasses. It allows us to view history not as a sequence of violent acts, which is what a lot of traditional history education focuses on, but as a continuum of actions, some of which are positive, some creative, some destructive. I think it offers a much more nuanced view of history and helps us to look at solutions to the past’s actions rather than burying us in the mire of them. 

I think these tastes were formed in childhood and adolescence for me and while the maturity level of the books I like has changed (I still read YA books sometimes to relax, but I have to be very careful because YA’s super grimdark right now, and YA is not my preferred challenge reading) the themes I enjoy haven’t really. 

What do we know about Sa & the Priesthood of Sa

Spoilers for Liveship Traders

I also have posts on what we know about Chalced and what we know about Others


Basics of the Religion

  • Sa is both male and female, and so are the priests. 
  • The priests follow the precepts of Sa - which are basically philosphical focuses for meditation. The highest numbered precept we’ve seen is 33.
  • Other deities are deemed aspects of Sa - this allows other religions to be folded into the practice of Sa in the way the Romans folded Greek deities into their own. 
  • Believing their skin was created by Sa and not belonging to them, the priests of Sa don’t believe in tattooing, piercing, or otherwise decorating their skin. This might mean that they find Elderlings to be distasteful.
  • Sa frowns on the following magic: Magic that deprives something of life in order to give it to something else, magic that deprives something of life in order to enhance one’s own power, magic that bring misery to someone in order to enhance someone else’s life. It’s easy to see how this could become a religious ban against the use of the Skill completely, although the Skill in itself doesn’t have to adhere to these things to function.

Religion in Practice

  • The Comfort of Sa - Wintrow used this on a dying slave to allow her to choose to end her own life. Part of the action to do this has him placing his fingers on specific points along her neck and jaw. Something similar happens later Wintrow is doing pain management with Kennit. Even later, Lord Golden does something similar to Fitz when he’s about to have a seizure. Not sure if these three actions fall under the same umbrella or not.
  • The priests of Sa in Chalced are corrupt and allow slavery to flourish.

Priesthood of Sa, the Skill, the Wit and other magical things

  • Wintrow explores wounds in the same way that the skill-healer or Buckkeep does, so it’s possible that the worship of Sa is closely related to or involving the use of the skill. Wintrow radiated calmness in the same way the Burrich does when he’s using the Wit while fixing up someone.
  • Priests can apparently draw off grief with a touch - Wintrow as a younger man doesn’t seem particularly careful about things like consent when using this ability.
  • Priests in the trances of creativity have experiences similar to that for the Fool when he first gets skill on his fingers: a heightened awareness of the full origins and history in the item they are creating and the world around them.
  • Wintrow specifically seems to show some prescience while creating stained glass pieces.
  • It seems that Wintrow could choose to unravel into the skill river - which indicates maybe a religious dressing on the practice of the skill. This would explain why some kids are turned away from the monastery.
  • The dragon-healing tht Bolt puts Wintrow through is very similar to the skill-healings of Fitz, Thick, and the other Six Duchies skill users - but it’s nothing like anything Wintrow has experienced before. So even if there is a skill-link between the Priests of Sa and the Skill, it’s not used to the same extent.

Random

  • At one point, Kyle makes a snarky comment akin. The lines of “I don’t care if he sprouts sacred antlers.” It could just be standard Kyle dickery, but can you imagine if Sa’s animal symbolism was the same as that of the Farseers?
Not the memes! (but okay)

@cantkeepmyeyesoff has tagged me once again, despite my abysmal follower count and fragmented original content. So curious, that Lady Lia.

One insecurity: (only one?) being good enough

Two fears: failure | being alone

Three turn-ons: glasses | deep voices | taller than me (fortunate my husband hits all these boxes, the goof)

Four life goals: have children | raise them well | find a career doing something I love | not living paycheck-to-paycheck

Five things I like:  the ancient world/history | sushi | gelato | making someone laugh | relaxing on a cold night with a cup of hot cocoa

Six weaknesses: lack of confidence | staying serious | eating healthy (its too expensive!) | being motivated | being organized | staying focused one thing at a time

Seven things I love: writing | drawing | creating a world for others to enjoy | baking | sewing | costuming | DRAGON AGE (saved the best for last)

Okay!

Chapters 1-6 discuss the alcoholic beverages of the world.

Beer: He argues that beer is one of the most important beverages in history. Standage proposes that the discovery of beer is what changed society from hunters and gatherers to settled, agricultural city-states. It provided a need for the organized cultivation of cereal grains. Beer is also infused with Vitamin B and protein, and surprisingly raised life expectancy.

Wine: The amount of wine a person possessed reflected their wealth. It has more alcohol per unit so it’s easier to transport than beer, and it kept for a longer period of time. The Greeks were the most prolific exporters of wine, and knowledge of the various kinds and tastes of wine is a reflection of high status even today (for some).

Spirits: The distillation of spirits is said by some to have roots in Arab culture. Distilled water eventually became known as “aqua vitae”, or the water of life (hell yeah, latin). Brandy had the highest amount of alcohol and was thus basically currency, boosting the slave trade in Africa. Rum was the most important, however, known as “kill-devil,” because, though some say that it was tea that fueled the American revolution, the British first imposed a tax on French molasses (which directly affected Rum production) which caused uprisings.

Coffee/Tea/Cola brought forth clarity in a murky and buzzed world. Coffee/tea gave rise to the cultural and industrial revolution and brought forth significant philosophical thought. Coca-Cola was involved in the spread of democracy around the modern world. 

Hope this helped!

xx EJ

anonymous asked:

ok i read your post on canned goods and their history and i have to ask. how do you know so much about cans. its so baffling to me. i know nothing about anything. HOW

@dr-stink also asked this question, Anon, so I thought I’d answer you both at once: I know all this because of a passion for history, a love of eating food, and an interest in midcentury advertising.

If pressed to cite sources on any of the stuff I said – if I was asked to back it up with documentation – it would take me a long time. I don’t necessarily have those sources to hand in the way a scholar of food history might. But I know it…in my head, as it were, I know it intuitively because I’ve studied it out of interest. You can study something out of obligation in school and you won’t hold it in your mind because it’s not interesting, it doesn’t encode – but if you love a topic, in school or out of it, it will stick with you because you find it interesting and want to talk about it.

You may note that I did not spend a ton of time on the history of canning before WWII, because that’s not really my area of interest; it’s just knowledge I picked up because I’m interested in food and canning is a huge part of food preservation.

I have a lot of interests and passions. One of those is the history of the early to middle 20th century, specifically WWII globally and the aftermath of WWII in America. So a lot of what I know about canning during that era comes from learning about military rations during the war (I also find military pre-prepared rations fascinating) and the industrialization of the country during the war and shortly after. I know about the advertising aspect  because I love old ads and I’ve read about them and studied them out of interest. I’ve also worked with them artistically (particularly in one of my books, an art book called Dr. King’s Lucky Book).

And the information about Generation X and Millennials, about food deserts and American contemporary food culture, I know about because I’ve lived it. Until the Millennial personality became fully defined I considered myself the youngest of GenX, not realizing I was the oldest Millennial, so I have a view of the previous generations which is slightly more detailed than most.

There’s a lot of information about this out there in the world, on wikipedia and peoples’ websites, in image archives and in books. There is a popular new genre of book called “microhistory” that investigates one single topic or subject – one of my favorite recent ones is “A History Of The World In Six Glasses”, which tells the story of six beverages that revolutionized world culture. I like to read microhistory, and it’s a little more digestible than sweeping broad strokes, so you tend to retain more of it.

Basically, that post happened to hit me right where three of my hobbies intersect. I was surprised myself at how much I knew, but it was a happy confluence of events.

Now if only I could work art crime and theatrical masks into it you’d have a hat trick of the things I love the most. :D