the hen with the golden eggs

@hexxvx asked for a post on Italian idioms, and this is it. Now, we have A LOT of them (as many languages do), and I really didn’t know which ones to select, so I just went with some pertaining to three major groups (those who mention animals, body parts [I mostly left out the vulgar ones here, but I could make a post on those too if you’d like me to] and food) and a couple of bonus ones. The Food and Miscellanea categories are under the cut because this is already long enough as it is, hahaha.
Enjoy and please ask if you have any questions!

ANIMALS

In bocca al lupo/in culo alla balena – Good luck/Break a leg (lit. “in the mouth of the wolf/in the ass of the whale”)

Honestly, I tend to use the first one more ‘cause the other is a bit gross, haha. I someone wishes you “in bocca al lupo”, you should answer “crepi [il lupo]” (“may [the wolf] die”) or also, if you are a loser like I am, “viva il lupo” (“may the wolf live”), while if someone says “in culo alla balena” the correct reply is “speriamo che non caghi” (“let’s hope it doesn’t shit”).

Il bue che dice cornuto all'asino – The pot calling the kettle black (lit. “the ox calling the donkey horned”)

When somebody accuses someone else of a fault which they themselves share. We’ll get to other meanings of “cornuto” later (spoiler: it’s cuckold) which give this idiom subtler nuances.

Una gallina dalle uova d'oro – A golden goose (lit. “hen with the golden eggs”)

Coming from Aesop’s fables, this idiom refers to something that generates great profit.

Una gatta da pelare – A tough nut to crack (lit. “a cat to skin”)

“Avere una [bella] gatta da pelare” basically means being faced with a difficult task, and I guess because poor cats rightfully won’t let you skin them so easily.

Menare il can per l'aia – To beat around the bush (lit. “to lead the dog around the yard”)

Don’t be fooled by the meaning that the verb “menare” has acquired nowadays (at least in central Italy): the poor dog is not being beaten, but rather led around in circles without a real purpose. This is an old idiom, also featured in Goldoni’s plays, dating back to the 18th century!

Prendere due piccioni con una fava – To kill two birds with one stone (lit. “to catch two pigeons with one fava bean”)

The meaning is essentially the same, though our version is less cruel and more precise (I honestly don’t know why one would want to catch pigeons in particular, though).

Un freddo cane – Damn cold (lit. “dog cold”)

When someone says that “fa un freddo cane”, they mean that the day is the coldest they’ve seen in quite a long time. The addition of “cane” is, basically, a way to insult the cold itself, and can actually be applied to other expressions as well: if a broken limb “fa un male cane”, for example, it means that it hurts real bad.

Sputare il rospo – To spit it out (lit. “to spit the toad out”)

You’ve been guarding a secret that weighs upon your chest, and a friend of yours is trying to get it out of you. After a couple of useless tries, they might lose their temper and burst into an exasperated: “Sputa il rospo!” (“spit it out!”) in order to persuade you to confess.

BODY PARTS

Avere le braccine corte – To be tightfisted (lit. “to have tiny, short arms”)

It’s not a particularly nice thing to say, but this idiom applies to those who just won’t spend their money, ever. If one is a bit stingy, we say he or she has short arms, so short that they can’t reach in their pockets!

Avere la coda di paglia – To have a guilty conscience (lit. “to have a tail made of straw”)

The expression probably dates back to the Middle Ages, when those who had been defeated or condemned were made to walk around wearing a straw-tail, that could easily get burned to add to their humiliation. Someone who has a tail made of straw worries about seemingly minor details, and acts defensively out of fear of being exposed.

Braccia rubate all'agricoltura – Someone who isn’t very bright doing a job they’re not fit for (lit. “arms stolen from farming”)

A funny one, albeit undoubtedly snobbish. It can be said of someone who’d be better off cultivating the land rather than exerting themselves in intellectual purposes.

Essere di bocca buona – To eat anything (lit. “to have a kind mouth”)

A person who is “di bocca buona” will not request an elaborated (and probably expensive) dish, and will rather be satisfied with whathever they’ll find on their plate.

Fare le corna a qualcuno – To cheat on somebody (lit. “to put horns on somebody”)

Some argue that the origin of the idiom is to be sought in the Greek myth of the Minotaur, born of the adulterous relationship between Pasiphaë, queen of Crete, and a bull. Generally speaking, “fare le corna” is a propitiatory gesture thought to keep bad luck away.

Fare orecchie da mercante – To turn a deaf ear (lit. “to do a merchant’s ears”)

Its presence in written Italian has been attested since the 14th century, and in a comedy written by Anton Francesco Grazzini in the following century, the author himself explains it thus: “[Merchants] only hear what pleases them”.

Non avere peli sulla lingua – To not sugar-coat things (lit. “to not have hair on one’s tongue”)

This expression is fit for someone who always says things the way they are, if a little harshly, without worrying too much about the way others could react.

Togliersi un peso dallo stomaco – To take something off one’s chest (lit. “to take a weight off one’s stomach”)

Basically the same as in English.

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Weirdly specific headcanon

So of the six Sisters Thronum(those who went before the Golden Throne) Arabella the Liberator was by far the most butch, but she’s also seen as the Saint most likely to encourage trans women to come out of the closet, with many transgender sisters mentioning divine revelations in her voice.
Because of that and the use of the word “egg” to describe trans women who aren’t out, Arabella is sometimes jokingly referred to as “Mother Hen” among many other informal titles(another tradition among the Sororitas, though one only expressed in private)

Burpee’s Lil Headcanons #7

Everyone has their place in the city.

Alongside their homes outside of the penthouse (a story for another time), everyone’s got their own little haven to go when being a criminal gets to be a little too much. 

Geoff has two places, actually.

  • One is a library. When his private library at the penthouse became a little too crowded, and the crew was tired of tripping over stacks of unread paperbacks, Geoff decided maybe it was time to clean house. So he found a run down library in East LS, anonymously donated enough to refurbish the place and keep it afloat for several years, and decided this was his place. He funneled a few hundred books onto its shelves, some from his personal collection, but most from different odds and ends. He set a schedule for himself, against whatever jobs he may have in the words: every other Sunday, he heads down to read to kids in an after-school program, and every opposite Wednesday, he goes in to teach underprivileged adults how to read.
  • The other is a little farm. Set back in the Tataviam Mountain range, the family who owned the land were once close allies with the Roosters, and were happy to allow an old friend sit with their chickens for a few days while they were out of town. And so now, once a month for three or four days, Geoff will disappear to his little chicken farm, filled with happy hens and roosters and chicks, and his favorite (though he’d never tell the other birds), a one eyed goose named Beatrix.The penthouse is always supplied with fresh eggs, much to Jack’s delight, though no ones sure where the eggs come from. 


Ryan is the only other person with two places. 

  • It’s a little floral boutique in Vespucci, run by a tiny blind lady in her late 70′s. It was a funny story, really. He blundered into the place, bleeding and on high alert, with multiple police squadrons on his case. Without even asking, she ushered him into the back office and continued to redirect the pigs down the road. Since then, Ryan can be found, hair tied back and thin framed glasses perched on his nose, sweeping up fallen leaves and dust, or behind the counter setting up different bouquets. He’s always rewarded the extras that don’t sell (despite his protests) and every Thursday, she comes in with fresh baked goods. She doesn’t ask about his other life, but will sometimes bring in enough goodies for the whole crew. She’s one of the only people not to openly question the other two and will sometimes give gifts to them as well. Ryan’s always thankful for her. 
  • The other place really isn’t a place, considering it’s a part of his home, but he still claims it to be his safe haven anyways. Its an underground gun storage unit, literally in his basement. It’s his own collection, and he spends a little too long sitting down their cleaning them all. 


Gavin’s got a shelter he funnels all the strays he brings home into. It was Geoff’s idea, so the lad would stop fucking bringing home kittens every other fucking day. Like, seriously Gavin, we don’t even own a litter box where is it gonna shit? 
Sometimes when he disappears, he goes there, just to sit in the sunlight and pet all the kitties he brought in. He’s always happy when he gets word that another one wa adopted. Sometimes the Golden Boy himself will be spotted trotting down the street, gold sunglasses perched on his nose, five or six leashes wrapped around his wrists. If the sight of Ramsey’s fool wasn’t enough, the sight of five German Shepherds and a Corgi attached to him really does the trick. 


Jack’s place had always been sort of an enigma. No one ever knew where she went when she left the apartment not brandishing her usual gaudy floral print. But of course, it didn’t take long for the Lads to find out what their friend was hiding. What they weren’t expecting though, was acres (at least four football fields worth) worth of fruits and vegetables and bright flowers that couldn’t be native to Los Santos and greenhouses and is that butterflies? Gavin nearly fell out of the chopper and into the large fountain below when the trio spotted ‘Pattillo’ written in bright orange roses. 
Needless to say, Geoff and Ryan didn’t it either until Ray pulled up the pictures he took. Shortly after, the apartment starts getting stocked with fruits and vegetables, and the crew learns just how great of a cook Jack is. The penthouse is soon littered with different arrangements as well. To this day, no one is allowed to step foot inside Jack’s garden.  


Jeremy’s got a gym downtown, next door to Matt’s mechanic shop, where he teaches kids how to fight. It’s his attempt at keeping them from the underground rings. He knows all too well what it’s like down there, and he doesn’t want theses kids finding the same fate if he can help it. He and Michael can be found there a lot, practicing and sparing and holding little competitions with the kids


Michael’s got an opposing gym to Lil J, nestled on the other side of Little Seoul. He trains a lot of adults, like minded people that share the same anger deep in their veins. Michael refuses to train kids, his tactics are a but too unorthodoxed for them, so he’ll shoo them down the road to Jeremy. His gym also stands as a gateway for explosives making their way in and out of the city. 


Trevor (predictably) is infamous for lounging around a coffee shop in Vespucci. It started as a late night pick me up before a job, that ended in him practically owning the place. Of course, the owner themselves doesn’t care, for the bean pole keeps his place running, both from his frequent purchases and his “anonymous” investments. They don’t mind that he spends days there, working far beyond closing time; eventually they just give Trevor a spare key.


Cause you know, they may be criminals, but they’re not soulless.  

New Books: The Black Pullet & The Magus

My mom sent me an Amazon gift card for Christmas and this is what I spent it on :D

[The Black Pullet: Science of Magical Talisman]

First surfacing in France in the 18th century, The Black Pullet is a guide to the construction and use of magical talismanic rings. With the use of these rings, people attained extraordinary powers. Perhaps the most wonderful secret revealed is the power to produce the Black Pullet, otherwise known as the “Hen with the Golden Eggs.” Unlimited wealth was granted to the person who achieved the creation of this incredible Hen.

[The Magus: A Complete System of Occult Philosophy]

The Magus, or Celestial Intelligencer; being a Complete System of Occult Philosophy is a handbook of the occult and ceremonial magic compiled by Francis Barrett and published in 1801. This book facilitated the modern revival of magic by making information from otherwise rare books readily available. It may have influenced novelist Edward Bulwer-Lytton and occultist Eliphas Levi. More controversially, it has been identified as an influence on Joseph Smith, Jr., founder of the Latter Day Saint movement, in Reed C. Durham, Jr.’s speech “Is There No Help for the Widow’s Son? ” Reproduction of 1801 Edition.

I really wanted this copy of The Magus. All the copies I’ve found online are fine, where the actual text is concerned, but the plates of the talismans and other drawings are always pretty subpar (at least, for me). This copy of The Magus really was worth the price for me - the plates are reproduced very, very cleanly. I’m extremely happy with it.

Likewise, this copy of The Black Pullet has very nicely reproduced illustrations. They’re not as clear as the illustrations in The Magus, but they are definitely clearer than the online versions of The Black Pullet I’ve managed to find.

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i’ve been playing monster hunter 4 ultimate and it made me really want to design jack and hen to be mh monsters! i wrote up some quick descriptions too:

jack is a flying wyvern that prefers living in caves or dense forests. it can cling to walls and ceilings to attack enemies from above using soundwaves and acidic saliva.
hen is a bird wyvern that lives in the tundra, it’s very protective over it’s nest and attacks anything that goes near it. it attacks using it’s sharp beak, claws, and by slamming it’s tail. their golden eggs are extremely valuable.

A Master List of Things Ruled by the Planets, the Signs, and the Fixed Stars

This will be the ninth post in our series on astrological magic. Now I’m going to expand on the planets, signs, and fixed stars, and give you some information about the particular perfumes, plants, and materials which are influenced by specific celestial bodies. This will be a fairly extensive post, detailing many things which are under the influence of the various celestial powers, or which otherwise correspond to them. I will start with the planets, going in Chaldean order, which means I’ll be starting with Saturn. This post intends to be very useful, but in order to successfully draw power from the heavenly bodies and have their energy directed effectively to carry out your will, you should not use this post as the only reference for your methods. Be safe, and feel free to ask us if you have any questions.

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I know it sounds silly but I HATE white store eggs

Store bought white chickens eggs just look ill to me. The brown ones aren’t quite as bad, but they always look too clean, too perfect, and when you crack them open they’re pale yellow inside.

I grew up with the warm brown eggs of our golden comets. They came in various shades, some with speckles, some big and some small. Our eggs were a rich orange, now I don’t like eating eggs period but they were far better than store bought ones.

We always knew which hen laid what egg. Nora always laid the best eggs, she was our astrolorpe, and her daughter Otter laid the worse ones! We think that Otter actually came from Lily’s egg because of her colors, but Nora was a good momma and would sit on any egg we put under her. Applebutter, my baby, would lay the most beautiful dark brown eggs you’ve ever seen, they were also pretty big too! She was a big hen herself, and probably the sweetest, while Sienna was the lead hen with Flo being her second in command, Apple was the one whom everyone respected but she never fought, and no one ever challenged her. She was always the first to make friends with the young hens.

We didn’t get hens who laid white or green eggs until later in my life, but they still always looked better than store bought eggs, more of a pearl like color instead, and still that healthy looking yolk.

I assume it’s mostly diet, why store eggs aren’t as nice, but it’s also probably care. All of ours had names that they responded to, they were all loved and treated with respect. They got to explore the world and eat all sorts of bugs, hang with their favorite hen cliques, sun bathe, dust bathe, they got yummy leftovers and private care when they weren’t feeling well. I wish all chickens were treated like that.

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Title: Ultra Fighting Bros

Editor: irriadin

Studio: PixelBlended studios

Song: No Scared

Artist: One OK Rock

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Random Polish Words

zarżnąć kogoś - brutally kill somebody with sharp object

zerżnąć kogoś - fuck somebody emotionless or/and hard

Zarżnę cię jak świnię! - I will kill you like a pig!

Mój chłopak jest bardzo delikatny w łóżku, choć raz mógłby mnie porządnie zerżnąć. - My boyfriend is very gentle in bed, he could fuck me hard for once. 

zarżnąć [ˈzar.ʐnɔɲt͡ɕ]  - 1. destroy something by improper use; 2. kill an animal by cutting its throat; 

zarżnąć kurę znoszącą złote jajka - kill the goose [in Polish: hen] that lays the golden egg

zerżnąć [ˈzɛr.ʐnɔɲt͡ɕ] - steal somebody else’s work or idea, copy without changing anything

jzfantasy  asked:

Hello! I actually had a chicken question. I plan to have property with my own fruits/vege's etc, and I would love to also have chicken hens for eggs, but I'm curious from someone that cares about them, if it's too stressful on a chicken to lay eggs all the time, and if it upsets them that they are taken? If I had chickens I would want them to be happy and healthy, just like my other animals.

I think it’s wonderful that you are concerned about the welfare of your chickens! Domestic chickens of most breeds will lay eggs once the hens reach maturity (they go from being pullets to hens). This is natural for them (as natural as any behavior of a domesticated species) and removing the eggs for your consumption won’t disturb them (broody hens might object, but long-term broodiness for a hen that isn’t going to actually hatch eggs is not good for her anyhow)!

That said, some breeds of chicken have been selectively bred over generations to be high production. This means that their bodies are pretty much egg-laying machines. This can be quite hard on their reproductive systems; sadly, many production hens die young from ovarian cancer, internal laying (their reproductive system deposits eggs internally and forms chronic infections) and many other complications such as ascites. Nearly all of these ailments are terminal, though a few owners have found short term success with hormonal implants in hens that have reproductive issues such as internal laying (this can get expensive at the vet!). My own Kua, a golden sex-linked production hen, died at age 3.5 of such cancer. Given that chickens can live for 10+ years, this is quite sad. However, there are breeds of chicken that will lay for you and also live a long life! Research which breeds you might want, and if you want long-lived hens, stay away from production type breeds (this is a shame, since they are so personable!). There are some individuals that might live a long time, but that’s the exception to the norm. Some, but not all, production breeds include: leghorns, sex-links, “comets”, “stars”, etc, ISA browns/reds, Rhode island reds (commercial). Even non-production breed hens that come from large scale hatcheries can be over-bred for production. I’ve read many cases where the most popular breeds are in such high demand that hatcheries will use the hens that lay the most eggs to hatch from… this often means these genetics are passed on. Use caution when getting commercial hatchery stock of Rocks (e.g. barred rocks), and Opringtons especially. It’s a grab bag; sometimes you get some really long lived hens, and sometimes you get egg problems. My time on the chicken forums revealed that it is a common problem in Orpingtons that come from commercial hatcheries. Research, if possible!
One other thing you can do if you want to encourage longevity over production is to make sure your hens have their natural winter break. After ruling out a hen’s individual body and genetics, egg cycles are influenced primarily by photoperiod. This is how much daylight vs. dark a hen gets. As the days get short in the winter, after her first year, she will generally slow down or stop laying. Some people will put artificial light in the coop to prompt more laying, but if you do not, she will generally have a longer life and more lay eggs later in life.
Egg laying also ceases during molting, as the body struggles to produce enough protein to create an egg as well as enough protein to create all new feathers (feathers are primarily keratin, a protein).

I hope this helps! TL;DR is just really research the breeds you want, their production rate, and where they are coming from. :)