Baklava. I love it. When my aunts make it it's always amazing. But holy crap if it isn't the most tedious, fiddly, obnoxious stuff to make. And that's if you're not also making your own phyllo dough... all like six miles of it that goes in a batch one vapor thin layer at a time.
For years now I've responded to anybody saying we should "respect our elders" by saying "they just don't make elders like they used to."
It was easy to be old and wise when the world only changed on a scale of centuries. Now it's easy to see large cultural changes every decade or less; the wisdom of somebody who came of age in the 1950s is of no value today if they've learned nothing else since.
Survived eight years of Catholic school and read the Bible cover to cover. Between the flagrant hypocrisy and neglect in the school system and seeing the contradictions and bullshit in the book with my own eyes (and how nobody in the church even remotely tried to live up to the good parts), I just couldn't anymore.
Then I read about the Bible and its history, from the Council of Nicea to the confession letters from later translators. I saw that it's essentially a multilingual game of telephone weighted with politics, salesmanship, cultural eradication, and so forth, and it really became laughable to me that any thinking person could possibly ever take it seriously again.
It becomes easy to dismiss the rest when you realize they're pretty much all telling the same fairytales.
I'm thinking you have to go way back, something like lolcats, advice duck, ceiling cat, something where if you remove it from the equation meme culture just straight up does not develop, or does not develop the same way or at the same time.
I'm an amateur woodworker and I could use the practice transitioning to furniture making. If you don't mind covering materials and shipping (from New York to you), feel free to message me and we can work something out. I'm not looking to make a killing here, but getting some practice while helping somebody out would be nice.
I always thought of "Shaka, when the walls fell," as indicating a state of shock, disbelief, or otherwise not understanding what you're witnessing, more so than failure.
Honestly I love interpreting Tamarian meme-speak...