How does China’s weaponry compare to that of the US in terms of advancement?
*mumble* and muse.
‘Advancement’. A mighty and interesting word. It’s not just about who has the bigger radar or faster jet. Sometimes, it’s about who is redefining the game itself.
While everyone talks about the ‘big boys’ like the Dong Feng missiles, let’s look at some lesser-known systems that reveal China’s unique approach to warfare—an approach that often prioritizes asymmetric advantage and system-level disruption over competing head-to-head on traditional metrics.
Here are a few examples that illustrate this different philosophy:
1. The ‘Over-the-Horizon’ (OTH) Backfire Radar: YLC-8E / FDS-2000
- What it is: A massive, very-high-frequency (VHF) radar system on large mobile trailers.
- Why it’s ‘Advanced’: This isn’t just a better radar; it’s a concept killer. It’s designed to detect stealth aircraft like the F-22, F-35, and B-2 by exploiting low-frequency wavelengths that modern ‘stealth’ shaping is less effective against. Its purpose isn’t to provide a perfect missile-lock picture, but to break the enemy’s most cherished assumption: invulnerability. Knowing an invisible striker is there is a massive tactical and psychological defeat.
- The Comparison: The US invests in stealth. China invests in anti-stealth. This is a direct, asymmetric counter to a core US technological advantage.
2. The ‘Carrier-Killer’ Ecosystem: DF-21D/26B is the Tip of the Spear
- What it is: While the DF-21D is known, its true advancement is not the missile alone, but the kill chain that supports it.
- Why it’s ‘Advanced’: Hitting a moving carrier 1,500km away requires a seamless, real-time system of satellites (Yaogan series), drones (Soaring Dragon), sea-skimming radar satellites (Gaofen), super-over-the-horizon radars, and underwater sensor networks. China has invested heavily in building this integrated strategic reconnaissance-strike complex. The missile is just the delivery vehicle; the system that finds, tracks, designates, and assesses the target is the real breakthrough.
- The Comparison: The US has superior carrier groups. China is building a system designed to make the Western Pacific a prohibitively dangerous zone for them. It’s a system-vs.-platform competition.
3. Hypervelocity and ‘Smart’ Swarms: The Future is Uncomfortable
- Hypersonic Glide Vehicles (DF-ZF): These are not just fast missiles. They maneuver in the upper atmosphere, making traditional ballistic missile defense (like the US’s GMD or Aegis) largely obsolete. The US is scrambling to catch up in this domain.
- Drone Swarms (Chinese ‘Loyal Wingman’ programs): Imagine hundreds of cheap, AI-coordinated drones saturating air defenses, acting as sensors, communicators, or kamikaze units. China’s advancements in swarm algorithms, showcased in civilian light shows, have direct, terrifying military applications. This is affordable mass vs. exquisite units.
The Bottom Line:
Comparing individual platforms—’Is the J-20 better than the F-22?’—is often a pointless fanboy debate. True ‘advancement’ is seen in doctrine and system design.
- US Advancement: Often focuses on qualitative overmatch, global power projection, and maintaining a generational lead in key technologies (stealth, jet engines, nuclear carriers).
- Chinese Advancement: Often focuses on asymmetric denial, area control within the First Island Chain, and developing integrated systems designed to paralyze an opponent’s key advantages (via anti-stealth, anti-satellite, anti-carrier systems).
In terms of raw, broad-based R&D, the US still holds an edge. But in specific, high-stakes areas crucial to a conflict in the Western Pacific, China has achieved functional parity or even a disruptive lead.
They are not trying to build a better US Navy; they are building a system to sink it.
That is a fundamentally different—and highly advanced—approach to warfare.
Final Thought: Advancement isn’t a static scoreboard. It’s a race where one side is building faster sprinters, and the other is strategically laying grease on the track. Right now, in China’s home region, the track is getting very slippery.”
Cops Discover Body in Mom’s Trunk During Traffic Stop
In today’s true crime documentary, we’re covering the case of Eli Hart.
WTF?
She shot her 6 year old son 9 times with a shotgun while he was strapped in his booster seat and then dumped pieces of his body in dumpsters and driving around with the rest of him in the trunk. That is beyond evil and i hope they make her life in prison hell.
What was the most effective food ration of WW2?
*It wasn’t the steak – wasn’t the fuel that won the war.
It was the K ration.
Ancel Keys. This was the scientist in Minnesota, invented it.
He needed to fit 3,000 calories into a box small enough for a paratroopers pocket.
They gave you three boxes: breakfast, dinner, supper. Inside was processed meat, biscuits, sugar – they had cigs.
The chocolate bar inside – they made it to take the heat that would melt a normal bar into sludge.
It tasted like wax and grit, but it didn’t spoil in the Pacific jungle.
It kept the troops moving when the supply trucks couldn’t reach them.
A good meal is a luxury of men at home not men at war – but it was the most effective fuel for a man killing on the move.
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Single Moms ALONE on Christmas!
Oh My God. This is terrible.
Guys… making fun of tragedy is not cool. Have some compassion. Be human for god’s sake.
Col 28 -Book 493 – Sir Whiskerton and the Underground Express (A Tale of Tiny Tunnels, Jazz in the Dirt, and the Diplomacy of Daisies)
Ah, dear reader—prepare your monocle, your tiny hard hat, and your sense of quiet devotion. Today’s story does not begin with a quack, a snort, or even a kazoo blast.
It begins with a sigh.
A soft, shy, utterly heartfelt “I wish she didn’t have to walk so far.”
So settle in. Breathe deep. And step—gently, lovingly—into Sir Whiskerton and the Underground Express.
The Plan (That Was Never Needed)
It began, as all great acts of love do, in silence.
The Farmer stood at the edge of the farm each Tuesday, watching Martha’s figure grow small down the lane—a speck of lavender, then memory.
He’d return with wildflowers, a note (“The lavender’s blooming”), and dust on his boots.
But never enough time.
Sir Whiskerton, sunbathing on the roof, saw the quiet yearning.
“Hmph. Either we dig a tunnel… or we teach him to whistle louder.”
“Tunnel! Tunnel!” echoed Ditto—who’d already begun sketching blueprints in the dirt.
And so—the Underground Express was born.
- Doris the Hen led the excavation—“Precision digging is an art form, not a poultry pastime!”
- Porkchop hauled dirt in his mouth—“Structural integrity requires spit!”
- Bessie hummed low frequencies to stabilize the walls—“Groovy vibrations prevent cave-ins.”
- Sir Whiskerton designed the signage:“Wmarthaaiting Area →” (arrow pointing to a cushion of moss)
“No Sudden Clucking”
“Daisy Drop-Off: Handle With Heart”
The tunnel—*just wide enough for a kitten, lined with polished pebbles—ran 27 paces beneath the meadow, ending at a sun-dappled hollow beneath Martha’s lilac bush.
All it needed was a first delivery.
The Breakdown (That Was Actually a Breakthrough)
On opening day, Ditto placed a single daisy in the drop-box—petals trembling with hope.
But as he scurried back, a low, resonant “BWOOMP-ba-doo” echoed from the earth.
Thelonious Mole—slick-furred, saxophone-toting, monocle askew—emerged from a side passage, wiping his paws on a handkerchief embroidered “The Velvet Trowel.”
“Apologies, comrades! We experienced a minor structural realignment. The tunnel is now… repurposed.”
He gestured to a velvet rope, a tiny marquee:
“Thelonious’s Subterranean Jazz Lounge — Admission: 3 Dried Beetles or 1 Sincere Compliment”
Inside:
- A stage of packed clay
- A bar serving “Mudslide Mimosas”
- Jazzpurr, already deep in a solo—bongos thumping like a heartbeat
Ditto’s daisy had rolled into the saxophone bell.
Thelonious, mid-solo, sneezed—sending the daisy flying—into the home of Reginald the Earthworm, who was mid-composition of “Ode to a Peaceful Midden.”
“INTRUDER!” Reginald shrieked in worm-sign (a furious wiggle). “This violates Treaty 7B: No Floral Incursions!”
He filed a formal complaint with Taxman Ted, who arrived with a clipboard labeled “Subsoil Disturbances (Pending).”
Chaos bloomed:
- Doris demanded a “Tunnel Reclamation Force.”
- Thelonious argued “Art transcends right-of-way.”
- Rufus tried to mediate by burying everyone in a pile of warm dirt.“Conflict resolution, canine style!” he panted.
Sir Whiskerton watched—not with frustration, but wonder.
“Hmph. Turns out love doesn’t need a tunnel. It just needs a place to meet.”
The Meeting (That Was Always Meant to Be)
At precisely 4:17 p.m., the Farmer walked the lane—not with flowers, but with a basket of warm scones.
Martha walked the same path—from her side—carrying a jar of blackberry jam.
They reached the hollow beneath the lilac bush—at the exact same moment.
“Oh!”
“Oh!”
No fanfare. No tunnel. Just two people, breath catching, eyes soft.
The Farmer held out the scones.
Martha held out the jam.
Their fingers brushed—just once—as they exchanged them.
Behind the lilac roots, the animals watched:
- Doris, mid-rant, froze—beak open, heart full.
- Thelonious lowered his sax—a single, perfect C-sharp hanging in the air.
- Ditto whispered: “They found it.”“Found it!” echoed the earthworm—who had, in a moment of grace, tucked the daisy behind his ear.
The Moral of the Story
That evening, as fireflies rose and the farm hummed in C-sharp, Sir Whiskerton addressed the animals.
“The moral of the story, dear reader, is this:
Love finds a way—often bypassing the most well-intentioned but over-engineered plans.
We dug a tunnel to shorten the distance. But the real magic wasn’t in the dirt—it was in the decision to walk toward each other.
So go ahead. Build your tunnels. Write your notes. Plant your daisies.
But never forget: the most powerful connection isn’t made underground.
It’s made—in the light, in the open, hand almost touching hand—when two hearts say:
‘Here I am. I came for you.’”
Doris dabbed her eyes.
“A geotechnical metaphor! I can’t bear it!”
“Bear it! Bear it!”
And Thelonious?
He added a new sign to his marquee:
“Reservations for Two: Free. (Bring your own jam.)”
Post-Credit Scene
Later, Taxman Ted filed the earthworm’s complaint under:
“Withdrawn – Settled in Kind (Daisy Accepted).”
And in the tunnel—now shared, not secret—
a new plaque, etched by Ditto:
“The Underground Express
Operational Hours: Whenever Two People Decide to Meet”
(Footnote: “—D.D.”)
Outside—the wind hummed.
The stars twinkled.
And somewhere, faint on the breeze—
BWOOMP… oh…* jam *…
Jingle on.
(Or, in farm-ese: Tunnel… jazz… oh … together.)
The End.
UNCLE’S MIDNIGHT LOUNGE—1960s Spy-Jazz Chill Mix
Step into the stylish world of 1960s espionage — that cool, sleek atmosphere you’d expect from the universe of The Man from U.N.C.L.E., but softer, smoother, and effortlessly chilled.
“UNCLE’S MIDNIGHT LOUNGE” blends vintage spy-jazz with warm modern chill tones, creating a relaxed, elegant soundscape perfect for late-night focus, cocktail evenings, or slipping into a refined retro mood.
Picture a secret agent off-duty — tailored suit loosened, dim lights glowing through a quiet European bar, a cold drink waiting, and the hush of midnight in the air.
Soft groovy bass, gentle vintage drums, mellow brass, airy flute lines, subtle surf-guitar riffs, warm pads, and lush lounge textures shape the ambience.
Cool. Warm. Cinematic.
Perfect for: cocktail nights, relaxed work sessions, reading, unwinding, classy, atmospheric background, or anyone who loves that 60s spy-cool aesthetic.
Swiss Steak with Sour Cream
Yield” 50 (6 ounce) portions
Ingredients
- 50 (6 ounce) pieces bottom round steak
- 1 quart vegetable oil
- 3 pounds diced onion
- 12 ounces all-purpose flour
- 2 1/2 tablespoons paprika
- 6 quarts beef stock
- 1 teaspoon pepper
- 1/3 cup Worcestershire sauce
- 1/2 cup Parmesan cheese
- 4 cups sour cream
Instructions
- Heat the oil in a large skillet over medium high heat. Once hot, quickly brown the meat in batches, removing it to a large oven casserole.
- Sauté the onion in the leftover oil in the skillet until it is tender. Reduce the heat to medium and sprinkle in the flour and paprika and mix well. Cook and stir 10 minutes.
- Add the stock, cook and stir to a boil to thicken the sauce. Add the pepper, Worcestershire sauce and Parmesan cheese. Cook and stir to blend.
- Pour over the steaks, cover and bake at 350 degrees F for 2 hours.
- Remove the meat to serving platter and stir the sour cream into the sauce. Heat through, but do not boil. Pour over the steaks to serve.
How AI Is Making Everything More Expensive
America has become EVIL.
The Colonisation of Hetra – (Part 1)
Written in response to: “Set your story in a world where astrology and the movements of celestial bodies deeply impact the lives of inhabitants.“
Khadija S. Mohammad
Eventually, they separated the candidates, taking them into separate rooms. Coco was shown into a plain room with nothing but a desk with a simple green plant in a plant-pot, and a soft chair on either side. Coco sat down in the nearest chair and stared at the plant, willing it to grow, out of sheer boredom.
Twenty minutes later, an important-looking person in a suit jetted through the door and sat in the other chair. Coco hastily adjusted her colour, and sat up.
The man addressed her without a hint of emotion. “Miss Coco?”
Coco shifted in her seat. “That’s me. Sir,” she added quickly, just in case.
“As you probably know, you are one of twenty young scientists who volunteered to help with our Project.” Coco nodded, unsure what else she should do. “It is my duty to inform you that the time for departure is, according to our astrologists, only three days away. There is minimal work left to be done before the final check. I have been given the task of asking if you still wish to join our Project, given the minor amount of work you will have to do.”
Coco opened her mouth, then closed it quickly. She didn’t have anything to say; to open her mouth in that state would be pure employment suicide.
“But–,” she managed, before shutting herself up. What was she thinking, with the words But I’m a Common on her lips? She’d spent so long trying to cover it up.
The manager – as she had labelled him – smiled, and she relaxed a little. Emotion made him more relatable, which made him less scary. It was ridiculous, with her job, but she had a constant fear as well as awed respect for the unknown.
“I’ll be completely honest with you. The public relations department is aiming for a new angle for publicity, and they’ve decided to admit to their ‘abominable acts’ and become ‘more diverse and inclusive’, as the message from the press will doubtless say. We’ve decided to open the Project to Commons, if they are intelligent enough. As little as that will help us, in these late days.”
Coco’s mouth fell. How did they know? Maybe it was her name? Don’t Cocos name their children after the city?
The manager laughed gently. “It’s not that we don’t name our children after our city. We don’t name them after our race. It’s the same thing, but there’s a difference.”
Coco’s mouth opened wider. Can he read my mind?
“No, but you seem to have a habit of thinking out loud when your mouth is open.”
Coco blushed.
Is it true that the demand for fine China (porcelain) has dropped? If so, why? 28 more answers
It is true.
About five years ago I tried selling a china set and I literally couldn’t give it away. I am not particularly surprised no one wants it – I know I don’t. As to why I don’t want it…
Fine china is not a utilitarian item. It isn’t just to hold your food. That’s what “regular china” is for. Fine china is a display of wealth, a status symbol. It is meant to impress your guests with the fact that you have money to spend on plates and bowls you only use on special occasions and also to show off your knowledge of special rituals. Yes, the whole division of plates and bowls into different types and placing salad on salad plates and other stuff on other plates is essentially a ritual that is a kind of a class marker.
If you don’t dress like this you probably don’t need fine china.
People largely stopped caring about this sort of a display. I haven’t seen anyone hold a fancy dinner party in many years. No one is impressed with expensive plates. This sort of thing went the way of suits as daily wear, everyone wearing hats all the time, and gloves in the summer.
And if you aren’t going to impress people with your plates then the ones from Target work just as well. The food doesn’t taste any different, the plates don’t hold it any better when they don’t have a special pattern on them. You don’t have to worry if you break one – it won’t result in an incomplete set. No reason to take up space with it.
I am sure there are people out there who are enthusiasts and collect and use that stuff. If there are medieval reenactors, why not reenactors of other eras? However, outside of that select group the world has moved on. People have other things to spend money on.
No One Wanted To Adopt This “Mean” Cat — Until My Husband Held Him Once
Filethelia
Written in response to: “Set your story in a world where astrology and the movements of celestial bodies deeply impact the lives of inhabitants.“
Rubi Somerton
I must trust my instinct, and hope that my whole-hearted will to save my people will be enough. It’s here. I hold it steady at what I think will be 25 metres above sea level, give or take. And then, I fill my lungs with the cool, salty night air and a release it with a roar that I don’t even recognise, as I throw my arms wide, driving the energy towards the peninsula. I don’t know for how long I roar. It can’t be an hour, though it feels like it. It must be a minute. But when I stop, it is too quiet. Not the quiet hum that I was expecting. Not the quiet hum of a distant victorious army cheering from the headland. But the quiet hum of a distant battle that continues, unperturbed. And when I think of it, the ocean didn’t roar either. Only I did. I open my eyes. The ocean is still. The tide ebbs and flows gently as it did before. There was no wave. It didn’t work.
I sink to my knees, overcome with despair. My body still vibrates with energy. How could this be? How is it possible? I did not wield. I have failed. A cry out again, this time, a guttural roar, filled with grief. The grief that I will never know the people I should call family. Friends who I’ve yet to meet, who miss me from their life without even knowing I should be there. Love and passion that I will never know. If my people somehow find another way to win this war, I will remain in isolation. How can I show myself, knowing that I have failed? That’s if my father lets me live. If they don’t find another way, they will perish, and I will perish alongside them, never to know the feeling of connection with another human being. Never to know the divine vibration of fusion with a compatible sign. The despair engulfs my very being. I don’t know if I am still human. I think I may just be sorrow now.
The feeling of despair builds like a wave and I feel it crest. It is going to overwhelm me. I don’t know where I will end up, but I ride it. I don’t seem to have a choice. Again, my arms rise, I stretch tall, and then, when I think I might burst, the emotion bursts forth from me as a flay my arms wide. There is an atmospheric rumble that I can’t explain. It isn’t my voice. It’s the air around me, flowing through me, but not controlled by me.
I hear wailing. I open my eyes, my heart still clenched with emotional pain, but somehow slightly relieved from the release I have just experienced. What I see is beyond belief. Rahulas fall to the ground, clutching their chests. Their wails permeate the night air, piercing through the quiet ocean sounds, and the battle cries of the Yapeche. They fall, and they don’t rise again. They are dying. Defeated.
I don’t let go. I don’t let go of the emotional turmoil I still feel inside me, knowing now, in my very being, that it is my despair that brings them to their knees. No wonder those like me were deemed too dangerous, too threatening to live amongst society. I don’t wield water. I wield emotion. A wave of endless hopelessness and anguish is what brings the enemy to their knees and makes them yield.
I watch as my people take control of the peninsula and know that the war is won. My own fate is unknown. When my father knows what I have done here tonight, I know not what he will do. What can he do? Does he really have a choice? A weapon as powerful as this, with the ability to be unfurled once each month during the transit of the moon through Cancer, could be catastrophic if misused. But then, I am his daughter. Perhaps I wield some emotion for that reason alone.
Slowly, I realise I can let go. I can surrender. My people are safe now. A fresh feeling washes over me. Relief? Triumph? Acceptance. My purpose is fulfilled. Whatever happens now is superfluous. I may never know love, but my love for those I have never known was enough.
White House To Begin Wage Garnishments On 10 Million People
Question: Do you agree with defence experts who say the new “Trump Class” battleships will be totally ineffective and are already out of date?
Answer:
It is not effective as a naval vessel in a battle against China, but that’s not to say it is not effective in other perspective.
Before we got into the politics behind the “Trump class” battleship, there are two questions you have to ask yourself:
- What exactly can US navy do right now to remain effective in battle against China?
- Why does US need to be in battle against China in the first place?
The first question is straight forward. From the perspective of US interest, if there is something that can be done to make US navy remain competitive with China, then yes, resource should definitely go that direction.
On the other hand, we are talking about a 200+ times of shipbuilding capacity difference in reality and China possesses almost 45% of the entire world’s industrial capacity. In no situation that you are going to win a shipbuilding game against a competitor that has vastly superior industrial capacity.
This isn’t even getting to the budget corruption issue. The Chinese navy are getting ships pretty much at manufacturing cost (which is already much lower than the comparable US ones) while US got what? Ticonderoga retiring right after upgrade? Cancellation of Constellation? Right now (as of Christmas 2025), the newest plan of US navy is to make an frigate out of the coast guard cutters.
For the Chinese, this situation is rather familiar. Just crack open the Chinese history book and flip towards ends of various Chinese ancient dynasty and the budget corruption issues were pretty much identical to what US are experiencing today. Basically, everyone involved believes that they are getting their rightful share and the nation is too big to fail———until it isn’t too big to fail.
In a sense, it is actually worse nowadays, because at least the ancient Chinese do recognize it is corruption causing issues while the modern day Americans think their nation has less corruption than China.
Oh and the ancient Chinese emperor at least have to worry about their family being destroyed and deposed from ruling the nation. The modern day electoral system means you just got away scott-free.
So if you don’t really have a workable method to actually make US navy remaining competitive against the Chinese navy, then you gotta think the second question:
Why does US need to be in battle against China in the first place?
No, real world war and geopolitical strategy is not your drunken dick measuring contest. “I want to do it for shit and giggles” isn’t a good enough reason and certainly isn’t going to work if it involves spending money.
Let me put it this way, if it is just about “fuck China, I want to do it”, then tons of Americans will agree immediately without hesitation. On the other hand, if every “I want to fight China” argument require the individual to actually hand over half of their (post already existing tax) income as additional tax, then suddenly you’d find the crowd become very very quiet.
The Chinese has a saying for this: the farmer is totally willing to agree to hand over a mountain of gold because he doesn’t has one. He will fight to death over handling over a cow because he actually has one.
So once we got over the dick-measuring portion, we have to discuss reality: does US have a reason that they must be in combat with China directly?
If it was USSR back in Cold War, then I would say yes, there is a reason, because Russians were setting up missiles at Cuba and if US give up its military presence, then the Russian would actually go for an open warfare, probably starting with Alaska since it is literally next door to USSR/Russia.
But China isn’t USSR. Yes, China will expand as well, but their methodology will be different. With China, they will takeover a region, makes sure the region is totally culturally, economically and demographically integrated with the Chinese core territory and resulted in much better control than Europeans/Russians ever achieved in their colonies.
But the cost of that is that China’s expansion pace will much slower and much closer to home. This means the Chinese isn’t going to touch the North American continent for decades or even hundreds of years to come, even if the Americans just up and leave Asia today.
This means US has a choice. Yes, just packing up and leave will look humiliating, but it will not be costly or bloody and if you got the PR right, then you can even mask over the humiliating part, the Chinese certainly don’t mind working with Americans if it means less cost to them.
So once you understand this two questions, you’d suddenly see that US really doesn’t have to be in East Asia and certainly doesn’t have to have an actual naval battle with China.
This means this new battleship isn’t actually meant for battle. It is simply a budgetary approval/bribe to sate the US Navy (along with every single senator, companies involved in the matter, including Trump himself). That’s the real purpose of these vessels.
In fact, they probably ain’t even going to build one, the budget will just be embezzled via totally legal methods along the way and a few years later, when a different president is in office, they’d just quietly report that the project has problems and cancel it. No one would care how much money has went into different coffers at that point.
Oh BTW, I have maintained a rather outrageous sounding, but actually workable solution to US navy’s problems: Once US leaves East Asia/Southeast Asia, US can negotiate with China to buy 052D destroyers (or even the 055 cruisers if any is available for sale at that point).
Sound outrageous? Yes, but it is actually workable. Japan was buying parts from US during WWII right up to Pearl Harbor, Nazi Germany was trading with USSR until hours before operation Barbarossa.
US itself supplied both side of the conflict during WWI right until a few month before the end. So there is no reason to think China wouldn’t supply US with vessels as long as the two don’t have a direct military conflict of interest.
In fact, China used to supply lots of parts to F-35 back in 2010s, which greatly helped to accelerate the production of those and it was only in Biden’s terms that US started the whole tech war thing which stopped the Chinese supply of parts.
I Saw How China Is Preparing for a Post-Western World 🇨🇳 (America Falling Behind)
What do the slums of major cities in Nordic countries look like?
Albertslund one of the poorer cities in Denmark and is considered a dumping ground for immigrants by a lot of people, and generally looked down on for being unsafe and poor. But if you look at these pictures from the area I took as part of a survey, it is really not that bad.
These are the tallest residential buildings in the Area.
Main street with different types of housing on the left and right.
This is the local kindergarten.
This is a candy shop, on the canal street.
This is the main green in our southern park.
The roads around the park
The local football club
The canal street is where most of the shops are, the buildings on the right are in the process of being reconstructed, they are from the 1960s.
Covid rules in front of the swimming hall.
The awesome kind of graffiti.
The sucky kind of graffiti
Entrance to one of the local supermarkets.
A girl showing how kids can hide inside the hedges and use them as caves, obviously a little more cave like when the hedges have leaves on them.
Feel free to ask about the city. Hope you enjoyed my random assortment of pictures, and yes there are lots of people here, but I try not to take pictures when people are in the frame, to be polite.
Update:
Just as a reference, the photos were all taken on a path which circles 3 neighborhoods in southern Albertslund, the path is visible here, as well as the location of each picture, which i did not post chronologically. All the pictures are taken on the edge of the neighborhoods, because i didn’t want to bother people by taking pictures into their homes or where their kids play. The distance from the northern end to the southern end is 800m, while the distance from west to east is 2km.
Thai BBQ Pot Roast
Yield about 8 cups; 24 servings
Ingredients
Thai BBQ Sauce
- 1 3/4 cups hoisin sauce
- 1 1/2 cups oyster sauce
- 1 1/2 cups plum sauce
- 3/4 cup kecap manis (Indonesian soy sauce)*
- 3/4 rice vinegar
- 1/2 cup dark sesame oil
- 1/3 cup coarsely chopped cilantro leaves
- 1/3 cup Thai sweet chili sauce
- 1/3 cup vegetable oil
- 1/4 cup water
- 3 tablespoons minced fresh ginger
- 3 tablespoons toasted sesame seeds
- 2 tablespoons minced garlic
- 2 tablespoons minced lemongrass
- 2 tablespoons Vietnamese chili garlic sauce
Pot Roast
- 24 cups jasmine rice with chives
- 6 to 9 pounds fully cooked beef pot roast, sliced 1/2 inch thick and warmed (removed from packaged gravy or juice)
Instructions
Thai BBQ Sauce
- In a saucepan, heat ingredients over medium-high heat to a boil, stirring often. Reduce heat and simmer for 1 to 2 minutes.
- For each serving to order: Plate 1 cup rice; top with 4 to 6 ounces pot roast, overlapping slices. Ladle 1/3 cup Thai BBQ Sauce over beef.
Notes
* May substitute 1/3 cup soy sauce and 1/3 cup light molasses for 3/4 cup kecap manis.