After awhile, they began referring to him as “L’enfant.” The young one. The little boy. “L’enfant called 20 times today,” they’d say. “That was L’enfant on the phone.”
It was a way to maintain sanity, a weird sense of levity, in the midst of an insane situation. Even today, almost a decade after the thousands of phone calls began, no one at the Marrakesh Restaurant knows who L’enfant is. All they know is nearly every day since 1983, someone–and perhaps more than one person–has called this popular Moroccan spot and harassed its employees.
L’enfant demands money. He threatens people with death, screams obscenities and babbles in pornographic terms. In the mid- to late-’80s, when the calls were at their height, they took an especially bizarre turn. L’enfant would call, imitating a range of voices: a young girl, a small black child, adults with Middle Eastern accents. Sometimes the callers would carry on crude conversations or begin abusing whomever answered.
This story is completely nuts. Seriously, go to the link & finish it.
What’s Yours Was Mine: An Airbnb Review: By Nathan Heller
[…]Which brings me to your day planner, in the poorly locked top drawer of the desk. Who is “Q”? You and s/he sure seem to have had a lot of dinners last month, plus that long weekend in the Pfalz. And “N”? To be honest, Elfriede, you seem kind of overcommitted. There are all sorts of people out there, not all of whom will understand you. Take, for instance, the dark-chocolate-orange Häagen-Dazs in your freezer. It’s my favorite flavor. And my choice refreshment is the Lagavulin that I see you’ve stored behind the stylish garments in your closet. Coincidence?
Smart little ditty that encapsulates why Airbnb gives me the heebie-jeebies.
I finally used AirBnB as a guest for the first time a little bit ago. The hardest thing for me was not trying on the person’s shoes. I understand that sounds gross & weird, because it completely is. She just had a lovely collection that kept staring at me from the hallway. I pointedly ignored the faint, raspy whispers.. “Liiiiiisa. We’re just your size. I bet we’d be cuuuute on yooou. We just missssss feeeeeet.”
Asshole manipulative adorable shoes. I didn’t touch them, thank god, because I don’t need to be that person. We actually had quite a perfect Airbnb experience, so I highly recommend it (and by it, I really only mean one person’s apartment in Brooklyn, because that’s all I know).
In Japanese folklore, Gashadokuro, (がしゃどくろ) literally “starving skeleton” (also known as Odokuro), are giant skeletons that are fifteen times taller than an average person. If a Gashadokuro sees a human, it will grab them and attempt to bite its head off with its giant teeth to drink the spray of blood. Gashadokuro are created from gathering bones from people who have died of starvation. The only way a Gashadokuro can be detected before it appears is by hearing a ringing in one’s ears. They are said to possess the powers of invisibility and indestructibility; though Shinto charms are said to ward them off.
People who are being targeted by this mammoth- sized skeleton hear extremely loud bells ringing throughout their ears. Gashadokuro targets people when they are alone. It roams about after midnight.
South Saddle Caye off the coast of Belize has abundant coral growth along the eastern and southern shore lines and sparkling blue water, and no old naked men on street corners.
This house way out in Bayview is OK. It comes with a ceiling fan.
ouch. this one hurt.
As anyone who’s been to a gig and isn’t six feet tall has probably experienced, being surrounded by people taller than you—why does that always happen?—can be annoying at best, and kind of scary at worst. There’s a certain vulnerability that comes with suddenly feeling shorter than those around you. A paper published online today in the journal Psychiatry Research looks at part of this phenomenon, by investigating the relation between height and paranoia.
The study, which was led by researchers at Oxford University and funded by the Medical Research Council, found that being shorter made people feel more mistrustful of those around them. They came to this conclusion after a virtual reality experiment in which participants took two virtual rides on the London Underground; one at their own height, and one with their height artificially reduced by 25cm about a head. They weren’t told that their line of sight had been lowered until after the study.
And for anyone whose immediate reaction is “duhh wear heels then” — yes. That is spectacular advice for people taking public transportation who are already anxious and paranoid about those around them. Knowing a toddler could probably outrun you really eases the fear.
And no, I don’t want to use the easy “walk a mile in someone else’s shoes” reference, but I just did 😦
Catholic Church’s Archdiocesan Youth Commission
This logo was developed in 1973 and won an award from the Art Director’s Club of Los Angeles. This example shows how perception can adjust overtime with new generations viewing things much differently from their predecessors.
I wanted to write a corny title like “she really puts the NUTS in DONUTS” but really I cannot stop thinking about how much it would suck to have been one of the employees 😦
This is pretty much the most insane overreaction to anything I’ve seen. I cannot believe this happened because THEY DID NOT GIVE HER A RECEIPT THE NIGHT BEFORE. Seriously. That was what caused this.
Favorite quote: “I’m about to nuke your whole fucking planet from Mars.” << WHAT?
Okay, I need to look at some kitten pictures… hold on..
Okay… that definitely helps a bit.
Ah! Finally breathing more steadily. Thanks, snuggle kitten.
ACK NO!!! TOO SOON!!!!
It’s okay kitten. It is not your fault.
I’m glad we made up.
KITTENS MAKE EVERYTHING BETTER.
A BLOG ABOUT TRYING TO FIND AFFORDABLE HOUSING IN NEW YORK CITY
This makes me feel SLIGHTLY better about the rent in San Francisco right now. Very slightly. I think we’re going to have to start charging our kitties rent.
Forget sharks: It’s beavers that are truly terrifying. A fisherman in Belarus was bitten to death by one, and all he was doing was trying to take its picture, Sky News reports. The man spotted the beaver while fishing with friends at Lake Shestakov, but as he approached to take a photograph, the beaver bit him on the thigh. The animal managed to sever an artery, and his friends couldn’t stop the blood flow.
Police said the women then started pushing and swinging at each other. At some point during the fight, Johnson bit off part of Harris’ right ring finger.
Johnson told police, “I bit it off. O-F-F. Off and spit it out in the front yard.”
“I don’t know what to say. I mean I’m really shocked,” neighbor Kevin Williams said.
Oh and BTW: new favorite Google Image search = finger face