Not saying this was a better solution for emissions - but the best bagel I had came from a wood fired oven. I can't imagine there would be a significant difference in quality between electric and gas. It's not about quality.
I can imagine that they would need to expend $$ on purchasing new equipment.
Lovely girl.
Mine has been diagnosed with murder in her heart. It's pretty common though.
This has been a program for awhile now, so I guess it's just being marketed in a new way.
The upside is that you get a free house. The downside is that it's basically an abandoned structure in an isolated village. The repairs will be (generally speaking) beyond the DIY capabilities of most North Americans. Drywall? That's easy. Stone and plaster? Not so much.
Plumbing? FML - I'm going to try to say this nicely, but I've found that most post-war era Italian plumbing can be described as "non-standard," "inventive," or "surprising." Sorpresa, bitches.
The repairs are the initial problem. The lifestyle may be another. These homes are in rural, isolated villages. It may seen charming, but not many amenities nearby. And because most young people have left these villages, you may not be able to communicate with your neighbors. And because you don't understand the local language, customs, and norms, they may actively dislike you.
"Earthy" if you will.
I saw the image before reading the caption and thought, "oh, **Harold **is getting a scolding." So either:
a) this was a core memory from the '80s that I've somehow retained b) Larson always names that guy "Harold" c) I have powers beyond mortal comprehension
I had a professor whose ice breaker question was some version of, "what book do you want to write/planning to write?" Everyone seems to have one.
Might not be as relevant today after blogs perhaps cleared that out of peoples' systems.
As for me, I cycle through mostly craft-based hobbies. Embroidery, leather work, candle making, 3D printing. I can make candles much faster than I can burn them, so that's self-limiting. 3D printing is great to have the materials and skills for, and I'm slowly learning to design in Blender. But at the moment I only use it when I suddenly need to have a thing-a-ma-widget and remember: "hey! I've got a 3D printer. Of course I can make a valve stem cover!"
I'll probably be back to leather crafts as we head into the fall and winter.
We don't even have a photo of this dry sandwich? My curiosity demands it
My friends in Italy have told me that it's not normal to change your surname after marriage. They could be messing with me, though. They're mildly evil.
I went from a "normal" western last name that was ethnically coded (like McCoy) to another ethnically coded name (like Nguyen, or - um - Fink).
My options were to keep a common and dull name that I share with people I don't like, get a new one (that I'd need to spell to every customer service representative ever), hyphenate (HELL NO), or make up something new (which would involve a shitstorm among relatives on both sides.)
The only real options were A and B. I was undecided until we were leaving the county courthouse after we were married. He asked me "are you going to change your name?" He didn't care. He thought it was a weird custom and was curious. And I realized - this is an opportunity. It's a relatively easy and socially acceptable way to shed your old name.
I took it.
The new name honestly messes with quite a few people who are meeting me for the first time, and it's interesting to see how they react. I've had people ask straightforward questions (I prefer that - there's an easy and straightforward answer), get half-way through a straight-up racist comment before they stutter to a stop (helps me get to know them), get all the way through a racist comment (again - helpful to know where you stand), or just not comment at all (just fine by me).
I've found that it's not the worst way to get a read on someone.
tldr: part spite, part novelty, part legitimately helpful when your profession means you need to meet strangers and get a quick read on their personality/potential biases/willingness to be straightforward when there's no reason to be weird about it
I ask my husband this exact question about twice a year. Usually when a cat is staring just past my head. He gets the reference.
I've said it before, but he was good in Fear Factor. I don't like Rogan, but it's like this man was born to convince aspiring actors and models to eat maggoty cheese or sort tarantulas with their mouths.
"C'mon, man. I know you want that key!!! Get in there!!! Pick up those spiders. You've only got seven and you need at least nine to beat Brock. The clock is counting!!!"