A woods block
This piece is #1827 in my continuous series of Pixel Dailies submissions, a gallery of which can be found here!

Game programmer, former technical artist, sometimes low-spec artist
A woods block
This piece is #1827 in my continuous series of Pixel Dailies submissions, a gallery of which can be found here!
Here in Manila, it was recently announced without much warning that one of the better examples of a protected bike lane would be replaced by a freaking “sharrow”, ostensibly to be able to move more commuters. Never mind that private vehicles clog the road more, gotta move cars for capitalism, baby!
The messaging of the removal of bike lanes ultimately pitted bike commuters with public transportation commuters, while giving all those private vehicles a free pass.
The transport cycling community moved rapidly to protest this move, and one of the information dissemination ideas resulted in these very cute bike related valentines day cards.
Current reading: this wikipedia page about Café Europa, a "cultural initiative of the Austrian presidency of the European Union", in which every EU member nation brought a nationally beloved cake to an international cake celebration.
The thing is, if a beloved cake or biscuit tastes good to naïve tastebuds then a lot of the time it stops being a national delicacy and becomes an international delicacy. The Café Europa list is therefore a list of cakes that taste good if you grew up with them. You know the sort of thing:
See for example the Netherlands' contribution of the tompouce, a pastry whose own wikipedia page has an extended section titled "eating the tompouce", a process which it describes as "difficult and messy".
The outsider-hostile cake is, to be clear, a really outstanding category of cake. I've talked on cohost before about the lamington, Australia's inevitable contribution to a hypothetical global cake buffet: a cube of dry sponge covered on all six sides with slightly chocolatey frosting and then covered again in desiccated coconut, or possibly paper shavings, it's not always possible to tell from taste alone. It is extremely delicious to me. I just love the idea of a huge buffet of cakes surrounded by milling ambassadors, each of whom is required by politeness to avoid the cake they brought and love and instead to eat a confusing and slightly unpleasant cake provided by their neighbour.