Michael caldwell

My Japanese friends, I have a question for you. After your own cuisine, which Asian cuisine is most popular in japan? Thai, Chinese, Korean, or something else?

巷でよく聞く狩猟民族、農耕民族、みたいな区分って謎だよな。人類は元を辿れば200万年前のホモ・エレクトス時代から「肉を食う猿」に進化して狩猟やってるわけで、農耕の開始がやっと1万2000年前の新石器革命から。現代文明は全て四大文明＝農耕文明の流れを汲んでいるから、それでいうと弥生・古墳時代に中国文明をスーパーミームとして受け継いだ日本人は確かに「農耕民族」だけど、それならオリエントと古代ローマからスーパーミームを受け継いだ欧米圏も「農耕民族」じゃん。英独に先住していたゲルマン人を「狩猟民族」と呼んでいるのなら、日本も縄文人はみんな「狩猟民族」だよな。───で、なんだろうとホモサピエンスという種である限りはアフリカのサバンナで暮らしていた狩猟採集民族としてのDNAによって身体と心を構成されているんだよな。

So much of modern Lib History is almost entirely fabricated. One of the best examples is Amelia Earhart. Look into it yourself, because the degree to which her entire official mythology is nonsense is incredible.

Robert is having a feast day today. There are approximately 40 to 50 of these per year in medieval England, spread across the liturgical calendar. Saints' days, holy days, the major festivals. Modern people hear "forty feast days a year" and imagine a man who is basically always at a buffet. Robert would like a word. 6:00am - Up. Robert is going to Mass this morning because it is the Feast of St John the Baptist and the Church is not asking. He walks two miles to the church. The church is cold. It is always cold. God, apparently, does not heat his buildings. 8:00am - Back from church. Agnes has made a slightly different pottage. There is no meat in it. There is a religious reason for this. Robert does not fully understand the theological reasoning. He understands the outcome, which is that on a day technically designated as celebratory, he is eating oat pottage with a piece of hard cheese on top. 10:00am - Robert is still working. The feast day is a holy day, not a holiday. The distinction matters enormously and Robert is living it. The lord's grain doesn't stop needing to be managed because a saint was beheaded in the second century. Robert gets to the field slightly later than usual and works until slightly later than usual to compensate. 1:00pm - The feast meal. Robert's household has a piece of salt fish. It is tough and strongly flavoured and required soaking since yesterday to become this edible. There is rye bread. There is a small amount of peas boiled with some herbs from Agnes's garden. By the standards of a Tuesday in February, this is a feast. Robert eats it slowly. He is grateful for the fish. 3:00pm - Robert's neighbour John has ale. This is the closest the day gets to a celebration. They sit outside in the late afternoon with their cups. They discuss the harvest. The weather. The lord's new tax assessment. The general sensation that things are not improving. 9:00pm - Sleep. The forty feast days per year were, in practice, days when Robert had slightly better food than the worst days, was not flogged for not working (usually), and got to go to a very cold building to hear Latin he didn't understand. Eight hundred years later, someone will describe the medieval feast calendar as "a rich tradition of communal celebration and seasonal abundance." Robert is asleep. He has work at dawn.

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