Saturday Tweets: A Very Old Pretzel

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  1. I’m sorry, but ‘pretzel’ is not what immediately springs to mind looking at that burnt-looking thingy. I guess this is why archaeologists make the big bucks 😉

    Nonetheless, fresh Bayerische Brezn are really quite tasty and Regensburg is a lovely city, so congratulations to the Regensburgers for this discovery.

  2. How about locating info for low tech keeping COOL in a WARM house for your fellow l.a. peeps?!!! Baking in 90+ sun, wont get hvac, little old wooden house, and looks like we are in for a long hot summer…..

  3. “Ok, we’ve got the rage, and Im not talking about rabies.
    Ask Fab, life is cliciking like our heels on the cobbles.
    The rage to see our goals being blocked, the rage to live across.
    The rage that is ingrained since long ago.
    The rage for having grown too fast,
    when adults have stolen your childhood.
    BAM! Imagine a racing car and a wall…
    The rage, for impossible is this so much desired peace.
    The rage, to see all those armed MDP’s in our streets.
    The rage, to see this fucking world in self-destruction,
    With innocent people always at the center of fires.
    The rage, for it’s MAN who built each wall,
    who has locked himself in concrete, is he afraid of nature?
    The rage, for he’s forgotten that he belongs to nature.
    And it’s a deep disharmony, to which world did the dove fly?
    The rage, to be lashed at by society’s norms.
    At the rage, the rage for having the rage since we were a child.
    Because we’ve got the rage.
    We’ll stand up, no matter what happens.
    The rage.
    To go through, to the end where life drives us

    Because we’ve got the rage.
    We’ll neither shut up, nor sit down, for now we’ll be ready.
    Because we’ve got the rage, the heart and faith.
    Because we’ve got the rage.
    We’ll stand up, no matter what happens.
    The rage.
    To go through, to the end where life drives us
    Because we’ve got the rage.

    Nothing could stop us,
    insubordinate, wise dissident, humanist, or rebel.
    The Rage
    For we choose nothing and always submit

    And as their choices are shaky,
    the whole balance sods off.
    The rage,
    for the irreparable has been piling up for a long time.
    The Rage because:
    what do we wait for standing up and kicking up a fuss?
    The rage,
    it is all that is left to us anyway, all that is left.
    The rage,
    how many of us will end up betraying?

    The will to live, and to live the present moment, to choose our future,
    free and free of their oppression plans.
    The rage,
    for its a bloody mess that everyone sticks to,
    and for their GMO fields sterilize the earth.

    The rage, for one day we break up the chain.
    The rage, for too many people think that TV tells the truth.
    The rage, for this world does not suit us.
    but does feed us with false dreams and true ramparts
    The rage, for this world does not fit us.
    And Babylon grows fat and starves us to death.

    Because we’ve got the rage.
    We’ll stand up, no matter what happens.
    The rage.
    To go through, to the end where life drives us
    Because we’ve got the rage.
    We’ll neither shut up, nor sit down, for now we’ll be ready.
    Because we’ve got the rage, the heart and faith.
    Because we’ve got the rage.
    We’ll stand up, no matter what happens.

    The rage.
    To go through, to the end where life drives us
    Because we’ve got the rage.

    Nothing could stop us,
    insubbordinate, wise dissident, humanist, or rebel.
    The Rage,
    to keep the faith and try to move

    The rage, in front of a Chirac, a Sharon, a Blair or a Bush
    The rage, because the world looks at life through red-tinted glasses,
    but takes a black view of things,
    and because they hear the cries when it bleeds.
    The Rage, for it’s worst that we skim.

    The rage, for the western world still wears it’s colonial dress.
    The rage, because the evil strikes too much.
    And the ancestral knowledge is not updated anymore.
    The rage, too much lies and hidden secrets,
    the elites of our rich of truths states could change mankind.
    The rage, for they do not want it to change, hey?
    The prefer handling the power and handling us as their tools.
    The rage, for we believe in angles and decided to march with them.
    The rage, for my remarks are disturbing.

    Watch at the peoples’ rage, seething with unrest from every corner of the world.
    The rage, yeah the rage, or the revolution’s essence?

    Because we’ve got the rage.
    We’ll stand up, no matter what happens.
    The rage.
    To go through, to the end where life drives us
    Because we’ve got the rage.
    We’ll neither shut up, nor sit down, for now we’ll be ready.
    Because we’ve got the rage, the heart and faith.
    Because we’ve got the rage.

    We’ll stand up, no matter what happens.
    The rage.
    To go through, to the end where life drives us
    Because we’ve got the rage.

    Nothing could stop us.
    insubordinate, wise dissident, humanist, or rebel.
    The Rage,

    Because we’ve got the rage.
    We’ll stand up, no matter what happens.
    The rage.
    To go through, to the end where life drives us
    Because we’ve got the rage.
    We’ll neither shut up, nor sit down, for now we’ll be ready.
    Because we’ve got the rage, the heart and faith.

    Because we’ve got the rage.
    We’ll stand up, no matter what happens.
    The rage.
    To go through, to the end where life drives us
    Because we’ve got the rage.
    Nothing could stop us.
    insubordinate, wise dissident, humanist, or rebel.
    Anti-Capitalist, alter-mondialist,
    or you who searches truth about this world,
    Tomorrow’s resistance, inch’allah
    on the eve of worldwide and spiritual revolution,
    The rage of the people, the rage of the people

    [Spanish] La rabia del pueblo

    Because we’ve got the rage, the one that will make your norms tremble
    Because we’ve got the rage, the rage has over-come the rabble, and the rage is huge.”

  4. In the late 1970s/early 1980s, one of the self-sufficiency magazines of the time (I don’t recall which one) had a story about a couple who kept the temperature in their house at around 50 degrees. The article included photos of the couple all bundled up, wearing snow-suit type garments, including (if I am remembering correctly) gloves.

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