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24 Oct 03:48

Famous Metal Musicians Share Their Completely Un-Metal Van Playlists


i really love that Ace of Base appears on more than one list

Step into this most un-metal listening chamber!

Step into this most un-metal listening chamber!

Hey everyone! It’s been a long while, but I’m back in “Bravest Man in Metal” guise, and while I duck the virtual tomatoes and try to make myself heard over your collective booing and hissing, allow me to briefly introduce the topic of this edition of my all-too-infrequent column.

As much as the mainstream people in your life probably picture you subsisting on a diet of that “kill your dog, rape your mother shit,” or you’ve put up a front that says “if it ain’t all about pounding drums, distorted guitars and screaming vocals, it ain’t shit,” chances are very few of us are listening to metal all the time. Ironically, probably one of the most sacred sanctuaries for non-metal/extreme music that you’ll ever find is the touring band’s van. Think about it: you write, record and rehearse for indeterminate amounts of time so as to hit the road in order to play loud metal music to loud metal people on a nightly basis. A hundred times out of a hundred, the other bands you’re playing with are all as loud and metal as you. If your ears aren’t begging for a change of pace, then you’re obviously more metal than metal itself. But if you’re like most of the rest of us, you develop some appreciation for the lighter sides of life.

So, here’s what’s up: I sent around a cattle call to a bunch of bands, asking them one simple question: what are the top five non-metal/extreme albums that play in your van? Some folks only mentioned artists, but not specific albums; a couple mentioned more than five; some mentioned their own personal playlists and not their entire band’s; Scott Hull went all out on the explanation and justification of his selections. Whatever. It’s all good, and the results follow. Bedroom black metal types, enjoy making fun of the unabashed, lack of troo-ness on display below.

Nathan Carson (Witch Mountain)
Air Supply – Greatest Hits
Pink Floyd – Animals
Longmont Potion Castle
Steely Dan – Royal Scam
Weird Al – Alpocalypse

Dylan Walker (Full of Hell)
Public Enemy
La Roux

Ben Ward (Orange Goblin)
Lana Del Rey – Born to Die
Bruce Springsteen – The River
Dennis Wilson – Pacific Ocean Blue
Jeff Wayne – War of the Worlds
Johnny Cash – The Sun Recordings

Pentangle – Solomon’s Seal
Bon Jovi – Slippery When Wet
The Faces – A Nod is as Good as a Wink to a Blind Horse
Humble Pie – Smokin
The Grateful Dead – Aoxomoxoa

Torch Runner
Pink Floyd – Dark Side Of The Moon
Anything By Bonnie Prince Billy
Four Seasons – Greatest Hits
Less Than Jake – Losing Streak
Cursive – The Ugly Organ

Lorde – Pure Heroine
Guardians of the Galaxy – Awesome Mix #1
Beastie Boys – Check Your Head
Amigo the Devil – Diggers
Queens of the Stone Age – …Like Clockwork

Tenacious D – Tenacious D
Paramore – Riot!
Snoop Dogg – Doggystyle
Hall & Oates – The Very Best of Daryl Hall & John Oates
Huey Lewis & The News – Greatest Hits

Maid Myriad
Ace of Base – The Sign
Marcy Playground – Shapeshifter
The Cure – Disintegration
The Police – Synchronicity
Michael Jackson – Dangerous

The Drip
Kenny Loggins
A Night at the Roxbury Soundtrack
John Farnham – Rad Soundtrack
Dr Dre
Vince Dicola
Trey Songz – Trigga
Deftones – White Pony
Paramore – Self Titled
Letlive – Fake History
Justin Timberlake – The 20/20 Experience

Circle of Dead Children
One Direction – Take Me Home
Justin Bieber – My World 2.0 and Believe
Brad Paisley – Hits Alive
Darius Rucker – Learn to Live
Tigers Jaw – Self Titled

Vise Massacre
Tommy Guerrero – From the Soil to the Soul
Grand Funk Railroad – We’re an American Band
Neil Young – Neil Young
Blondie – The Best of Blondie
TheEagles – Hotel California

A Fucking Elephant
Ace of Base – The Sign
Sufjan Stevens – Greetings from Michigan
Fiona Apple – Extraordinary Machine
Slint – Spiderland
Portishead – Dummy

Sisters Of Mercy – First and Last and Always
Nick Cave – All
Him – Razorblade Romance
Skinny Puppy – Too Dark Park
Christian Death – Only Theatre of Pain

Fucking Invincible
The Smiths/Morrissey
A Tribe Called Quest
Sky Ferreira

The Cutthroats 9
Flipper – Generic
Big Black – The Hammer Party
Killing Joke – Killing Joke
Sex Pistols – Never Mind the Bollocks
The Stooges – Raw Power

The Great Sabatini
Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers – Greatest Hits
Beck – Odelay
Nas – Illmatic
The Frogs – It’s Only Right and Natural
Madvillain – Madvillainy

ZZ Top – Tejas
VUM – Psychotronic Jukebox
Lee Hazelwood – Love and Other Crimes
Spiritualized – Ladies and Gentleman We are Floating in Space
Stooges – Funhouse

Elvis Presley – Live in Las Vegas
Black Merda – Black Merda
Pink Floyd – Animals
Bobby Beausoleil – Lucifer Rising
Grandaddy – The Sophtware Slump

Secret Cutter
Phillip Roebuck- Fever Pitch
Nick Drake- Five Leaves Left
My Bloody Valentine- Loveless
Descendents- Somery
Wu-Tang Clan- Enter the Wu-Tang (36 Chambers)

16 Horsepower – Sackcloth ‘n’ Ashes
Pink Floyd – The Wall
Mr Bungle – California
Zz Top – Rio Grande Mud
Longmont Potion Castle – Various Prank Call Recordings

Matt Harvey (Exhumed)
M83 – Saturdays = Youth
Lana Del Rey – Ultraviolence
Stars – Set Yourself on Fire
Stevie Wonder – Songs in the Key of Life
Daft Punk – Random Access Memories

Alex Hofmann (Fallujah)
Radiohead – Kid A
The Smiths – Greatest Hits, Vol 1.
Empire of the Sun – Ice on the Dune
Ice Choir – Afar
The Police – Greatest Hits

Ryllyeh (Sahhr)
Ratt – Out of the Cellar
Psychic TV – Dreams Less Sweet
Urge Overkill – Saturation
Rolling Stones – Goats Head Soup
Diamanda Galas – The Litanies of Satan

Lord Mantis
Swans – The Great Annihilator
Waylon Jennings – Greatest Hits
Skinny Puppy – Too Dark Park
Wumpscut – Bunker Gate Seven
The Sisters of Mercy – First and Last and Always

The Inspector Cluzo
Curtis Mayfield – Superfly
AC/ DC – Highway to Hell
James Brown – Live at Appolo
Led Zeppelin 2
Neil Young – Harvest

Drunk Horse – In Tongues
Bloodrock – 1
David Allen Coe – Penitentiary Blues
Sensational Alex Harvey Band – Next
Mamas and The Papas – Deliver

Musk Ox
Amiina – Kurr
Rachel’s – Music for Egon Schiele
Dhafer Youssef – Birds Requiem
Tigran Hamasyan – Shadow Theater
Esmerine – Dalmak

Shawn King (Child Bite)
Thin Lizzy – Jailbreak
Emerson Lake & Palmer – Tarkus
Tom Petty – Greatest Hits
The Intelligence – Fake Surfers
The Dickies – Killer Klowns from Outer Space
BONUS: We used to put on Mephiskapheles’ God Bless Satan quite a bit until one of our vans died while listening to it. That album has since been banned from the van.

Ides of Gemini
R. Kelly – Double Up
A Flock of Seagulls – Listen
Depeche Mode – Violator
The Smiths – Louder Than Bombs
Bauhaus – 1979-1983

Mike IX Williams – Eyehategod/Corrections House
Rolling Stones – Exile on Main Street/Beggars Banquet
Hot Snakes – Suicide Invoice
David Allen Coe – Longhaired Redneck
Devo – Are We Not Men/Duty Now for the Future
Soulja Slim – The Streets Made Me

Scott Hull – Pig Destroyer/Agoraphobic Nosebleed
Steely Dan – Aja
I love this record so much! I was originally put onto it by Aaron Deal (back when Salome was still a band and he was their drummer) while packing a bowl in their van. Songs like “Deacon Blues” and “Aja” really make this record a classic for me. Also, this record was made at the pinnacle of analog recording, so each of the instruments have their own proper place in the mix with such and honest and full tone. The record just incredible! Not everyone in the band is into Steely Dan, but it still gets heard in our van.

Hum – You’d Prefer an Astronaut
This record is one of the most influential and pivotal records in my life. While this record is still heavy in it’s own right, I don’t think that it qualifies as a metal record, so I’m going to list it! I remember when I first heard the break out single “Stars” when I was a teenager and absolutely hated it and immediately wrote off the band. Then one day in study hall, my good buddy showed me track two, “The Pod.” The song had such a strong affect on me that I made my high school band cover it, and would put it as the first track on every mix tape I ever made. I fell head over heels in love with the whole record and stayed that way for years on end. To this day, this record still gets regular play in my rotation of music. The song writing still holds strong and the guitar work was and still is ground breaking. I only wish that they’d release a re-master; the album always did need a bit more separation and dynamics.

Huey Lewis and the News – Sports
What needs to be said about this record that is not totally obvious? Every song on this record is a hit and easy to sing along to, and extremely catchy in a non-punishing way. It can take someone out of a bad mood and put them in a happy place. Ideal for day driving, or post-show party van vibes, or at low volumes for softly humming along to at night to stay awake while driving. It is widely known that this is a genius record and always a win!

Faith No More – The Real Thing
Well, I actually could say that all of the FNM albums get played by me in the van, but for the purposes of this list I will just pluck The Real Thing out of the bag. Dubbed onto a cassette from a friend’s CD while in the fifth grade, this was the very first album I’ve ever owned. While this record does have some metal moments and some heavily Sabbath inspired riffs (because Jim Martin!), I still don’t believe that this record can be categorized as metal, or rock, or funk, or pop for that matter. It’s an awesome blend of things that at the time had never been heard before. I listened to this cassette so many times that the tape broke, so I opened it up, and scotch taped it back together and played it to death again. This record also gets regularly rotated in my library. This is yet another record which all folks that ride in the van may not enjoy, but those guys can eat a bag of dicks. P.S. Good luck trying to sing along to Patton. It’s near impossible.

Smashing Pumpkins – Siamese Dream
Like Hum’s You’d Prefer an Astronaut, this is yet another record that shaped me as a person and a musician. Produced by Butch Vig, it sounds absolutely incredible with layers upon layers of guitars and vocals and shimmery, shiny cymbals. Billy Corgan’s vocals were still mostly at the stage where he was still mimicking My Bloody Valentine, so he was mostly singing in soft wispy coos instead if his more percussive nasal/throaty singing that developed on Melancholy and still uses now. Although every song on this record holds a special place in my heart, the two that really tug at the ol’ heart strings are “Soma” and “Geek USA.” From a song writing perspective, both songs are absolute genius monster tracks! Corgan’s guitar solo in “Soma” is up in my top three for greatest of all time. Fast and furious “Geek USA” is the most metal non-metal song I’ve ever heard. All the guitar work on this record is nothing short of brilliant, but each guitar lick was beautifully accented and complemented by Jimmy Chamberlain’s unparalleled drumming making this album an instant rock and roll classic. On top of all that, it’s highly sing-a-long-able in the van on both high and low volumes and is generally liked by all. This record has and will never leave the hard drive on any musical device I will ever carry.

23 Oct 18:15

The Poorer Silence Now

by Sarah Wanenchak at Cyborgology

image by Anna Piovani

image by Anna Piovani

I don’t remember exactly when I got into my first argument online. I don’t remember who I was fighting with or what it was about. I was probably angry. I don’t ever remember being afraid.


I’ve written before about how the process of saying things online was liberatory. That the expression of self in this space was the very cliche of spreading new wings. That’s not a radical statement. It’s not revolutionary. A lot of us were the weird kids – everyone is the weird kid, in one way or another, but some of us feel it so much more keenly. Some of us are cut by it. Some of us are cut literally. Do you remember how it was then? The word floating around was that awkward, uncooperative bodies wouldn’t matter here. We could all be beings of pure intellect and engage on the edge of some kind of new and more enlightened frontier.

And implicit in that was that when someone tried to hurt you, it wouldn’t work.

Being a child is a nearly constant process of being lied to. By adults. By each other. By ourselves.


I don’t remember exactly when someone said something that truly hurt me online. I don’t remember who it was or what they were saying. I know I got angry; I might have cried. I don’t remember ever being afraid.


For a tremendous number of us – it seems – speech is not just surface levels of political. It’s deeper than what we usually imagine by politics. It’s in the viscera. Speech is the assertion of self, of agency when all other forms of agency seem elusive and impossible to grasp. We all, all of us, regardless of whether or not we have any conscious understanding of privilege and power, have some understanding of what it means to be able to speak and to be prevented from doing so. No history class had to teach us. We fight for it, we’ll ride and die for it, and when we perceive that anyone intends to take it away from us we’ll rear up like startled cobras and strike.

Not in all places or at all times or all people in the same ways, but bear with me.

What I’ve come to see and what I’ve come to understand I was and am a part of is a raging torrent of voices, of people screaming over each other, people boring through mountains of interference to deliver a message that might be meaningful and important to someone or might be utter incoherent drivel. It can be very difficult to tell the difference and probably no one person or persons should be permitted to adjudicate. I think of an ant hill, ants crawling all over each other, intent on whatever they’re doing but also keenly aware of each other at all times.

It’s loud, is what I’m saying. I’m not sure exactly how that figures in here but it’s very loud.

Sometimes there’s one voice apart from the others, one voice marked by a very precise element of difference in tone and content, and the ants turn and as one they swarm.


I don’t remember exactly when someone I knew was threatened online. I don’t remember who it was or what it was about, or who threatened them or what they did in response if anything. I’m sure I was angry. I was probably afraid for them. But I don’t remember being afraid for myself.


I hold very firmly to the belief that a significant number of the people who write do so because, on some level, they really want attention. I want attention. I absolutely do. Obviously I want that attention to be positive, so I try to do what I do as well as I can under the assumption that, if I do well enough, positive attention will result. So far that’s generally holding true. There are always critics, but you know. That’s fine. There should be.

But I also write because I don’t know what I would do or what I would be if I didn’t. I can’t imagine not writing. I can’t imagine a world in which stories weren’t battering their way out of me, tearing literal holes in my skin. Fucking with my head in ways you wouldn’t believe. Or maybe you would. The point is, silence isn’t an option. Silence is terrifying. Silence is unimaginable. I have a story; I write it. I have an opinion; I write it. Once we were confined in terms of who saw these things and how many of them there were, but now sharing is a fundamental component of how we move through the world, of how we understand the disparate elements of who we are and how we live. We share. That’s how we make things a real part of all of our real stories. I imagine not doing that anymore and it feels like being locked in a very small closet.

Fear was never part of that for me. Not really. Or if it was, it was fear of rejection. Which is a real fear, legitimate and painful, but come on.



I don’t remember exactly when I first learned about stalking online. I know it hadn’t happened to me, and so far as I know it still hasn’t. I do know that it was during the initial to-catch-a-predator panic of AOL chatrooms and who-is-talking-to-your-kid-on-ICQ. I heard all about not meeting people you met online in “real life”, I heard about not going along with suggestions to perform sexual acts, I heard about all of it. It was all about kids. Just kids.

No one warned me about what would come after that all died down. I don’t think anyone warned any of us. I don’t think anyone knew.

I genuinely wonder, if we had known then, how much of the world would have cared.


When I was asked to start writing here, I was terrified, and that terror never really went away. It’s the kind of terror that’s always with me, generated by a background hum of abusive internal voices. You’re not good enough. You’re not smart enough. You’ll never be able to come up with interesting things to say on that regular a basis. They don’t really like you. They’ll kick you out when they realize the mistake they made. Next Monday I’ll be writing about how this last year on Cyborgology has been for me and where I want to go in the future, what I’m excited about doing and the things about which I want to write, but the truth is that I’m scared, still, for all of those reasons.

But today is about something else.


This last year has been very instructive where fear is concerned.

I’ve watched people stalked, people threatened, people killed. Women, trans people, queer people, people of color. For speaking. For saying things. About the most innocuous stuff, on the face of it. For just being themselves. People I know, people I care for, people I don’t know at all. People I’ll never have the chance to know, because someone ripped them away from the world. I’ve seen brave, amazing people shouted down and intimidated into silence, driven into hiding, for doing something I’ve come to take for granted. I’ve seen men – some of them close to me – write it all off, insist that this is all a fluke, that it’s a few bad apples, that it’s not actually about racism or transphobia or misogyny, and I’ve wanted to grab them and shake them and scream do you even see what’s happening, do you even care about any of this, do you care about the fact that people you supposedly love are in danger. I’ve watched men speaking out against this, and that’s great and I’m glad for it, but I want to grab them and shake them and scream do you understand why you can do this, why you can laugh at them, what it means that you don’t have to be afraid.

Do you understand that we’re afraid all. the. time.

I wasn’t afraid. I’ve learned to be. A lot of us have learned to be. We’ve had very good teachers.


Over the last few months I’ve had to make some hard choices. For the first time I can remember, I’ve had to consider what I say and how I say it, not out of fear of being disliked or rejected but out of fear for my safety and the safety of my family. And the decision I’ve come to is to be silent. This is will be the last post I make on Cyborgology about this stuff. This will be the last post I make anywhere about this stuff. At least for a while.

I know I’m angry. Of that much, I’m very sure.

I’m not going to forget.


Sarah is on Twitter – @dynamicsymmetry

22 Oct 18:41

Here’s A Thing Hanksy Did With Ebola

by Rhett Jones
Here's A Thing Hanksy Did With Ebola

Comedian/street artist Hanksy pasted up this “Eazy-E Bola” on the corner of Division and Canal Streets in Chinatown and posted it on his Instagram with the caption “Straight Outta Congo.” The piece mashes up the Ebola epidemic that has been spreading through West Africa with Eazy-E, the rapper who died from that other Africa-originating plague, AIDS.

Forgetting for a moment that the Congo isn’t even in West Africa, ANIMAL asked Hanksy about his thoughts on Ebola and he had this to say:

Don’t get me wrong, Ebola is like hella serious omg, but American media just loves to sensationalize things. Like when the knockout game was super hyped, I had my mom calling me from the Midwest dust bowl telling me to ‘be on the lookout’ because she heard everyone was getting sucker punched in NYC.

Then again I was in Texas last week and came down with a pretty nasty cough. Maybe I should get myself checked out.

Hanksy. Ebola. LOL?

(Photo: Aymann Ismail/ ANIMAL New York)

The post Here’s A Thing Hanksy Did With Ebola appeared first on ANIMAL.

22 Oct 16:15

Girl spends week at KFC to get over ex-boyfriend

by Brian Abrams

I'd prefer Church's but still a good plan

Girl spends week at KFC to get over ex-boyfriend

This is Tan Shen. She’s 26 years old and lives in the Sichuan province of China. She’s also recently been dumped by her boyfriend and spent the last seven days at a 24-hour KFC location while trying to figure out her life, Yahoo! UK reported.

“I didn’t want to go back to my apartment because it was full of memories of him,” Chen said. “So I stayed.”

She “needed time to think,” was what she told other patrons of the fast food chain. Which must be true: Anyone with their head screwed on correctly knows that Popeye’s is the jam. KFC is to Popeye’s as Gobots are to Transformers. That’s not news.

But look, she’s grieving. Cut her a break because she did eventually leave the resto. That’s when one employee admitted that they “kind of miss her” and that she “made things interesting” while breathing so heavily onto the corner booth table.

“We work in shifts here and the restaurant is open 24 hours a day, so we get a lot of people coming through,” said another employee. “At first no one really noticed her. But after a few days I began thinking she looked really familiar … She was after all a paying customer, even if a bit of an odd one.”

source: Yahoo! UK

21 Oct 04:00


THE HORROR CONTINUES!!!! We got two more good weeks of frights, boils, ghouls, and every worm in between. I got nothing more to add after last week's announcement other than I love y'all and hope you continue to follow my work. I'm gonna work on a better main site for that kind of news. 

21 Oct 21:04

American Grotesque: William Mortensen, Photographer as ‘Antichrist’


love Mortensen's stuff, may have to pick this up.

This is a guest post from Feral House publisher Adam Parfrey regarding two fascinating new books related to photographer William Mortensen.

Now that smartphones have become the camera of choice, it seems strange that photographers once belonged to divergent schools that battled one...

21 Oct 07:00

If I Had Known My Mother Back Then

by Miss Cellania

Graphic artist Danielle Delph shows us a very personal project in which she combed through old family photographs and matched some from her childhood with those of her mother’s childhood. And then combined them.

I've always wondered if my mom and I would have been friends had we grown up together. Would we be in the same classes? Would we have the same sense of humor? Would people tell us we're inseparable? After seeing myself in her childhood photos, I'm pretty sure we would have been great friends..

Melding the images gives us a pair of intergenerational best friends. See the sweet results in six images at Delph’s website. You can tell who is who by the hairstyles and clothing. -via mental_floss

21 Oct 00:38

Anonymos_fmler says FML

by Anonymos_fmler


Today, I was shopping when a woman stopped me and asked me what lipgloss I was wearing because my lips looked gorgeous. I had to explain to her it was just the grease from the Slim Jim I had just eaten. FML

16 Oct 18:46

The Trans Men of Wellesley Women's College

The Trans Men of Wellesley Women's College:


The New York Times Sunday Magazine has a fascinating new article about the new role played by trans men at American women’s colleges. Unfortunately the article is behind the newspaper’s pay wall, but I can give you a few quotes from the article.

The journalist, Ruth Padawer, presents Timothy, one of the trans students of Wellesley College:

"From the start, Timothy introduced himself as “masculine-of-center genderqueer.” He asked everyone at Wellesley to use male pronouns and the name Timothy, which he’d chosen for himself.

"For the most part, everyone respected his request. After all, he wasn’t the only trans student on campus. Some two dozen other matriculating students at Wellesley don’t identify as women.

"Of those, a half-dozen or so were trans men, people born female who identified as men, some of whom had begun taking testosterone to change their bodies.

"The rest said they were transgender or genderqueer, rejecting the idea of gender entirely or identifying somewhere between female and male; many, like Timothy, called themselves transmasculine.

"Though his gender identity differed from that of most of his classmates, he generally felt comfortable at his new school."

However, when he became the only one to run for a seat on the student-government cabinet,there was a “Campaign to Abstain” arguing that of all the people at a multiethnic women’s college who could hold the school’s “diversity” seat, the least fitting one was a white man.

However, the New York Times explains why colleges of this type normally is very tolerant of trans men, and why trans men would like to go at a women’s college in the first place:

 ”As women’s colleges challenged the conventions of womanhood, they drew a disproportionate number of students who identified as lesbian or bisexual. Today a small but increasing number of students at those schools do not identify as women, raising the question of what it means to be a “women’s college.”

"Trans students are pushing their schools to play down the women-centric message. At Wellesley, Smith, Mount Holyoke and others, they and their many supporters have successfully lobbied to scrub all female references in student government constitutions, replacing them with gender-neutral language.

"At Wellesley, they have pressed administrators and fellow students to excise talk of sisterhood, arguing that that rhetoric, rather than being uplifting, excludes other gender minorities.

"At many schools, they have also taken leadership positions long filled by women: resident advisers on dorm floors, heads of student groups and members of college government."


Padawer also tells the story about Jesse Austin:

"Although it may seem paradoxical, Jesse Austin said he chose to attend Wellesley because being female never felt right to him.

“I figured if I was any kind of woman, I’d find it there. I knew Wellesley would have strong women. They produce a ton of strong women, strong in all sorts of ways.” When Jesse arrived on campus in the fall of 2009, his name was Sara.

"Eighteen years old, Sara wore form-fitting shirts and snug women’s jeans, because growing up in a small, conservative town in Georgia, she learned that that’s what girls were supposed to do — even though she never felt like a girl.

[…] “I had no idea that gender was something you could change,” Jesse told me recently. “I just thought I needed to make myself fit into these fixed places: There are boys, and there are girls. I knew I didn’t fit; I just didn’t know what was wrong with me.”

"Around the middle of Sara’s first year at Wellesley, she attended a presentation by trans alums, including one who was in the process of transitioning. As Sara listened, the gender dysphoria she’d always felt suddenly made sense. “It was all so clear to me,” Jesse told me. “All I needed were the words.” 

Many trans male students are struggling with the fact that they are students at women’s colleges:

"When I asked Eli [Cohen] if trans men belonged at Wellesley, he said he felt torn.

"“I don’t necessarily think we have a right to women’s spaces. But I’m not going to transfer, because this is a place I love, a community I love. I realize that may be a little selfish. It may be a lot selfish.”

"Where, he wondered, should Wellesley draw a line, if a line should even be drawn? At trans men? At transmasculine students? What about students who are simply questioning their gender? Shouldn’t students be “free to explore” without fearing their decision will make them unwelcome?

“Other trans students have struggled with these questions, too. Last December, a transmasculine Wellesley student wrote an anonymous blog post that shook the school’s trans community.

The student wrote to apologize for “acting in the interest of preserving a hurtful system of privileging masculinity.”

"He continued: “My feelings have changed: I do not think that trans men belong at Wellesley… . This doesn’t mean that I think that all trans men should be kicked out of Wellesley or necessarily denied admission.”

"He acknowledged he didn’t know how Wellesley could best address the trans question, but urged fellow transmasculine classmates to “start talking, and thinking critically, about the space that we are given and occupying, and the space that we are taking from women.”

Then there is the fact that trans men become exotic and  popular at these colleges.

“The female-identified students somehow place more value on those students,” said Rose Layton, a lesbian who said she views trans students as competitors in the campus dating scene.

“They flirt with them, hook up with them. And it’s not just the hetero women, but even people in the queer community. The trans men are always getting this extra bit of acknowledgment. Even though we’re in a women’s college, the fact is men and masculinity get more attention and more value in this social dynamic than women do.”

Trans bodies are seen as an in-between option, Timothy says in the article:

“So no matter your sexuality, a trans person becomes safe to flirt with, to explore with. But it’s not really the person you’re interested in, it’s the novelty. For lesbians, there’s the safety of ‘I may be attracted to this person, but they’re “really” a woman, so I’m not actually bi or straight.’ And for straight people, it’s ‘I may be attracted to a woman’s body, but he’s a male, so I’m not really lesbian or bi.’ ”

Those of you who have access to the New York Times, can find the article here!

Photo 1:Timothy Boatwright (center), a trans man, with his Wellesley classmates. Photo: Martin Schoeller for The New York Times
Photo 2:  Trans men 
Alex Poon (left) and Kaden Mohamed at graduation at Wellesley in 2012. Photo from Alex Poon

20 Oct 05:42

I've never thought of it like that before

20 Oct 14:00

Ocean Atlas: A Massive Submerged Girl Carries the Weight of the Ocean

by Christopher Jobson

Ocean Atlas: A Massive Submerged Girl Carries the Weight of the Ocean sculpture ocean environment

Ocean Atlas: A Massive Submerged Girl Carries the Weight of the Ocean sculpture ocean environment

Ocean Atlas: A Massive Submerged Girl Carries the Weight of the Ocean sculpture ocean environment

Ocean Atlas: A Massive Submerged Girl Carries the Weight of the Ocean sculpture ocean environment

Ocean Atlas: A Massive Submerged Girl Carries the Weight of the Ocean sculpture ocean environment

Ocean Atlas: A Massive Submerged Girl Carries the Weight of the Ocean sculpture ocean environment

Installed earlier this month on the western coastline of New Providence in Nassau, Bahamas, “Ocean Atlas,” is the lastest underwater sculpture by artist Jason deCaires Taylor (previously), known for his pioneering effort to build submerged sculpture parks in oceans around the world. Taylor’s cement figures are constructed with a sustainable pH-neutral material that encourages the growth of coral and other marine wildlife, effectively forming an artificial reef that draws tourists away from diving hotspots in over-stressed areas.

Towering 18 feet tall and weighing in at more than 60 tons, Ocean Atlas is reportedly the largest sculpture ever deployed underwater. The artwork depicts a local Bahamian girl carrying the weight of the ocean above her in reference to the Ancient Greek myth of Atlas, the primordial Titan who held up the celestial spheres. The piece was commissioned by B.R.E.E.F (Bahamas Reef Environment Educational Foundation), as part of an ongoing effort to build an underwater sculpture garden in honor of its founder, Sir Nicholas Nuttal. You can see a bit more over on Atlas Obscura and at the Creator’s Project, who are working on a documentary about the piece.

20 Oct 15:13

cbeamsglitter: this is who i am: accept it or leave reminder...


this is who i am: accept it or leave

reminder that my feminism will be anchovy-inclusionary or it will be bullshit.  topping-exclusionary radical feminists, there’s the door

20 Oct 16:46

To Understand Elective Officeholding by Minorities, Look at Who Runs for Election, Not Just Who Wins

by Paru R. Shah at Scholars Strategy Network

In some ways, the United States has made great progress toward including men and women from minority backgrounds in elective offices. A black president sits in the White House; the 113th Congress includes two Asian American and two Latino Senators along with 44 black and 30 Latino members of the House. More than one thousand minorities sit in state legislatures, 13 percent of the total; and the ranks of black and Latino mayors have also swelled. Yet despite this progress, gains for minorities in U.S. elective offices have failed to keep up with the presence of racial and ethnic minorities in the national population—and the shortfall is growing.

What explains this gap in representation? Since the passage of the Voting Rights Act of 1965, social scientists have investigated minority underrepresentation from a demand perspective—that is, they have asked how the attitudes and behaviors of voters influence the chances of minority candidates to win elections and take office. However, minorities cannot win elections if they do not run, so my research also focuses on the prior, critical issue of the supply of minority candidates. To what degree is representational imbalance due to too few minority contenders?

Candidate Supply at the Start of the Pipeline

The Future Majority Caucus is a project of the Republican State Leadership Committee and launched in 2011. It aims to "proactively grow the Republican family" by supporting women and minority candidates.

The Future Majority Caucus is a project of the Republican State Leadership Committee and launched in 2011. It aims to “proactively grow the Republican family” by supporting women and minority candidates.

To better understand minority candidacies and electoral fortunes, I utilized data from the Local Elections in America Project gathered for the state of Louisiana between 2000 and 2010. Focusing on local municipal and school board offices, I looked to see if three sets of factors influenced, first, the supply of minority candidates and, secondly, the likelihood that minorities who chose to run for office would win. The sets of factors I investigated have been used in previous research about minority representation in U.S. elective public offices—and I had clear hypotheses about how each set of factors might affect running or winning, or both.

  • Demographic characteristics of the jurisdiction. In line with past research results, for black candidates, both running and winning should be more likely in jurisdictions with more registered black voters and in communities where blacks have higher incomes and educational attainment. Previous studies have arrived at mixed conclusions about whether more liberal white voters help black candidates, but I expected such voters would influence victories rather than decisions to run by black candidates.
  • Prior office holding. Given legacies of racial discrimination and intimidation, blacks may be wary of entering elections in which they would be the first to break through the racial representational barrier. Thus the supply of black candidates would be greater, I expected, for offices where blacks had previously run and held that office. Of course, I also expected that more blacks would win elections if more ran; and I expected that black newcomers, like others, would be more reluctant to run for office against a well-entrenched incumbent.
  • Election timing and the offices at stake. Likelihoods of running and winning elected office are also shaped by the features of elections, and I look closely at two in particular: timing and the type (or level) of office at stake. “Off-cycle” elections not timed to coincide with statewide primaries or general contests are usually marked by much lower voter turnout, and I expected that strategically minded minorities would be less willing to run in such off-cycle elections. In addition, I expected more minorities to run for less prestigious offices such as school board or city council seats, because historically minorities have done well at winning such positions. Currently, more than nine of every ten blacks and Latinos holding U.S. elected offices are city councilors or school board members.

Running for Office versus Winning

My analysis confirms that the factors influencing minority decisions to run for office are somewhat different from the factors that determine whether minority candidates will win.Minorities cannot win elections if they do not run.
  • Tellingly, I found that factors known to affect minority representation—the voting strength and resources of minority constituencies and the nature of elections—actually influence running rather than winning. Many scholars have used these factors to explain wins and losses, but they are actually more important in shaping the decisions minorities make in the first stage of the process, about whether to run for office at all.
  • Once minority candidates entered races, they won more than half of the elections. If I had looked only at the ultimate election outcomes, the “success rate” for black candidates would have been much lower, closer to 28 percent and below the one-third proportion of blacks in the Louisiana state population. The fundamental issue was that no black candidate chose to run at all in 60 percent of the Louisiana contests.

Winning Also Affects Decisions about Running

In 2011, @kissmei'mpolish created a graphic to compare the overall US demographics (in the outer arc) with the demographics of the House (middle ring) and Senate (inner ring). Click to see more on Graphic Sociology.

In 2011, Kiss Me I’m Polish (@kissmeimpolish) created a textbook graphic to compare overall U.S. demographics (in the outer arc) with the demographics of the House (middle ring) and Senate (inner ring). Click to see more on Graphic Sociology.

Much more needs to be learned about why black candidates often do not run. New research suggests that many people act strategically, avoiding races where their chances of winning seem low. Given obstacles in many past elections, black candidates contemplating public service may very well be wary of becoming the first to challenge longstanding representational barriers.

Indeed, researchers have found that the initial hurdle can be the highest; after the first attempts, it becomes easier for additional minorities to run for office. Between 2000 and 2010, the likelihood of a black candidate running was almost five times greater in jurisdictions where a black candidate had run before than in jurisdictions where it would be the first black candidacy. In addition, black incumbents are re-elected more than 60% of the time.

Overall, my research on the supply of candidates makes clear the need to recast questions about why racial minorities continue to be under-represented in U.S. elective offices. Of course, the responses of various kinds of voters to minority candidates matter. But the prior and more fundamental issue is whether minority candidates believe it is propitious to offer themselves to voters. We have much more to learn about such decisions to run, or not—and answers to these questions will suggest steps communities can take to ensure that public office-holding is open to all groups in America’s changing population.

Read more in Paru R. Shah, “It Takes a Black Candidate: A Supply-Side Theory of Minority Representation.” Political Research Quarterly 67, no. 2 (2014): 266-279.

20 Oct 02:09

Alex Smith screams "(Heck) Yeah!" after Chiefs beat Chargers

by Chris Thorman

not gonna lie i screamed the same thing

The Kansas City Chiefs beat the San Diego Chargers 23-20 on a last second field goal by kicker Cairos Santos. The Chiefs quarterback had one of the best reactions.

Here's our full coverage from the game. And here's the GIF version if you're so inclined.

18 Oct 23:00

Later That Day: Are you sorry?

19 Oct 00:00

Good guy Jay Z

17 Oct 21:49

Percy Harvin Traded To The Jets For A Box Of Wheat Thins And A Mid-Rounder

by RobotsFightingDinosaurs



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Um. So according to NFL on CBS, noted crazy person Pete Carroll has decided to trade wide receiver Percy Harvin to the New York Jets for a conditional mid-round pick. Amid the nourishing, satisfying screams of the collective of Seahawks fans bemoaning their coach’s decision, please take note of the fact that since Percy Harvin is going to be a Jet, the Jets may implement a jet sweep into the playbook, which also means that we might get to hear Jon Gruden talk about THIS GUY PERCY HARVIN running the JETS JET SWEEP and oh man that just gives me the warm fuzzies.

17 Oct 21:46

LiartownUSA has always celebrated ONLINE SOCIAL JUSTICE...

LiartownUSA has always celebrated ONLINE SOCIAL JUSTICE WARRIORS. Now, spurred by popular demand and a deep desire to properly honor the internet’s bravest, most productive heroes, I am very pleased to announce the very first LiarTown item to consensually enter the physical world.

First appearing in a December 2013 post and honored by rave reviews from (“The absolute best cat calendar!”) this now-100% real publication is officially available for sale. 

This full-color, 12” x 12” grid-style wall calendar is presented and shipped in plenty of time for the holidays. Each month features a charming kitten professionally photographed in a heroic pose appropriate to a small cat defiantly speaking out on the hottest social justice issues of the day. A sassy, uncompromising declaration erases any doubts about each precious cat’s passionate convictions, sense of humor, and tough-as-nails attitude! 

Each of these twelve adorable kittens was subject to a week-long, grueling interview process to ensure there was absolutely nothing problematic in its beliefs. Unlike bland, privileged garbage kittens chosen for nothing more than shallow good looks, Social Justice Kittens radiate fierce strength in the face of untold adversity, and all are gifted with a dazzling array of genders and orientations to go with their tiny, oh-so-kissable faces! The patriarchy WILL NEVER accept these kittens! 

After thousands of years of CIS-HET BULLSHIT, here at last is a calendar that DARES YOU to speak truth to power. A calendar which boldly announces to the world that you aren’t going to sit back and let others speak for you. A calendar that holds you up high so others can see you’re able to stand proudly on your own!

It comes down to this: Do you want to financially support the ideals embodied by this unique, functional gift, or refuse to purchase a copy and become a hateful fake ally who actively embraces injustice and the murder of innocents? The choice is yours.

One more time, to be clear: This is a genuine 2015 calendar, printed on big machines and then mailed out by mid-November.

To visit the online store, click here. 

Last but not least, a huge THANK YOU to everyone who supported this project during its formation!

17 Oct 08:00

The Original Pronunciation of Shakespeare’s Works

by Marcie Gainer

An introduction by David and Ben Crystal to the ‘Original Pronunciation’ production of Shakespeare and what they reveal about the history of the English language.

The post The Original Pronunciation of Shakespeare’s Works appeared first on disinformation.

17 Oct 08:00

Work It, Girl

by John Farrier


(Twisted Doodles)

Is that cashmere? No, it’s Persian! Think of your cat’s fur as not a mess, but a decoration that your feline companion gives to you as an act of love. Be sure to share it with your friends by hugging.

17 Oct 00:29


15 Oct 14:54

Farm Confessional: What Butchering Your Animals Really Feels Like

by Katherine Dunn

This year we harvested three ewe lambs on butcher day. Angry readers who don’t eat meat want me to use the word “butcher.” So this is for them: We butchered the lambs. It was a good, quick death. I know this because I watched it.

Some people get uncomfortable reading about anything to do with killing an animal, and I understand this. When we knew we were moving to the farm, I decided that if I was going to continue to eat meat regularly, I owed it to myself — and the animal — to be present at its death, as well as its birth and the days in between. I am not judging anyone who eats store-bought meat: Not everyone can live on a farm, or chooses to, and not everyone wants to raise animals. And we do eat meat from time to time from our nearby store or local butcher, or from other farm friends.

But I don’t want to debate where you get your food, or what you choose to eat. That is all up to you. I want to describe what it is like to be present at butcher day, and what goes into the routine leading up to it. Of course, this has changed in the 11 years since we had our first group of sheep butchered. That was a very uncomfortable day, and it still is. It will always be uncomfortable, just like taking a dying animal to be euthanized: You know, and they don’t. You question your motives, as you should; or at least I do, year in and year out. But I come back to the same decision each time: I am part of nature, not above it. I choose to be within the food chain, not to stand outside of it. I think nature has given me a pretty good path to follow, just like it gave all the other creatures a path to follow to survive.

I hang white prayer flags in the stall, and the night before, I sit for a very short time and thank them for their good work and sacrifice.

I asked veterinarians, hunters, butchers and farm friends how the animals should be killed. Different animals are butchered differently. The sheep have their throats cut, right through the vertebrae. It is over before it starts. They feel nothing and are instantly dead. But I question this every year, and every year I ask my vets about it again. Would it be better to shoot them in the head first? No. Sheep have small heads, the bullet can easily go astray, causing more panic and injury to both sheep and butcher (a sick animal is another story). If done properly, the cut through the vertebrae is instant, and it is over. I couldn’t watch it the first few years. It is a process one goes through as a farmer, the butchering. I’ve heard this from every farmer I know. But I feel I owe it to them to be there.

We are lucky to have a mobile butcher who comes to the farm and does the butchering here. If I had to haul animals to a butcher facility, I’m not sure I would raise animals for meat anymore. I do everything in my power to make the butcher day seem normal. I separate out the few sheep we will harvest from the flock. Often, if they are rams, they are separated out at three months — harvest happens at five or six months. The week before the butcher date, I bring them in at night to the same stall that the butcher will enter. I have a morning routine with them, and on the butcher morning, they experience the same routine. My main job before the butcher comes that morning is to be calm and create a sense of the ordinary for the animal, making it as stress-free as possible on me and the animals. If I am stressed, they are stressed.

I hang white prayer flags in the stall, and the night before, I sit for a very short time and thank them for their good work and sacrifice.

Sheep and a guard llama at Katherine Dunn's farm.

Sheep and a guard llama at Katherine Dunn’s farm.

The week before, I am always agitated. I was talking to another farm friend who said it would be the day she wasn’t agitated that would upset her. I know I will always feel anxious in the days leading up to the slaughter. On the actual day, it is so fast, and then they are gone.

It helps to have a butcher you can talk to. He, too, wants a quick, smooth kill. These are good, hard-working people. They love animals and want to do their best. Interestingly enough, my butcher doesn’t eat much pork because he says he kills so many pigs. But he hunts deer and eats lamb and beef. Everyone deals with their own individual nature as they see fit. Everyone comes to that individual nature through years of experience.

The first years, I didn’t look much at the dead animal. But that has changed. I inspect the skin and certain organs out of curiosity. I am the one who cleans up their blood. It is very beautiful: bright red, and it coagulates quickly. And then the chickens eat it.

This was the first year that we had Marcella, our guard dog, during a harvest day. She was behind a gate with her goat and pig clan and could hear the butcher’s voice as he worked and talked with Martyn, my husband. She was not afraid, but she paced back and forth quite a bit. I sat with her once all the sheep were dead. It is my job to help the butcher catch each sheep; when that is over, my job is done. When the butcher drove off, I watered down the area where the blood was, and then let Marcella out. The blood leaves a smell for a good couple of days, I’m sure longer for her. She really checked out the entire scene and the barnyard. While the butchering was going on, you could tell she sensed it, although there is no sound of distress during the butchering: since the animals die instantly, there is no distress.

I have cried on butcher day in the past, when it is over. But now I usually have a day of tears in the week prior. It is on my mind, a conscious decision I make to kill an animal to eat it. It is a conflict to love animals, nurture them and kill them. I get it. Because I live it. But it’s also a conflict to raise a puppy and then send it off with a stranger. I don’t judge any kind of eater — be it lion, dog, coyote, hawk, cat, worm, vegan or meat-eater — for killing another creature, either vegetable or animal. When I was a vegetarian for about seven years, I began to feel that I had actually judged nature. I had taken myself out of her perfectly sound and wise food system. While I realize I am currently at the top of the food chain, I don’t take it lightly, and never will, and that is why I go to the extremes I do before, during and after harvest day. That is why I always check in with myself, asking, “Do I still want to raise an animal this year to eat it?” I hope I never stop asking that.

I have cried on butcher day in the past, when it is over. But now I usually have a day of tears in the week prior.

It is our ritual to eat the fresh liver of the animal the night of the harvest. We sauté it in butter with onions and salt and pepper. It is the smoothest, clearest liver I’ve ever seen. There is an overwhelming pride that steals over me when I hold the liver, and then eat it. I am not eating it alone, I am eating it in partnership with the animal that sacrificed it. Years ago when we first started farming, I heard a Seattle chef on NPR talk about how cooking with a meat you have reared and killed is a different kind of cooking. I understand that completely. It is a feeling of pride, reverence, gratitude and, yes, joy. A celebration, a glass of wine raised to the animal and to nature and the land for feeding that animal so we can now eat.

A very angry Internet online reader once wrote me – anonymously, of course – saying that I was a hypocrite, helping older animals and then eating young “baby” lambs (they never get their facts right). She told me I did it out of “greed.” (This is laughable: We are lucky to break even on the small number of sheep we rear to eat or sell.) She demanded I post photos of the slaughtered lamb. I am not PETA. Posting such photos would do neither meat-eater nor vegan any good. It would not help a person come to an educated understanding of what harvesting an animal is really like. It is not just the moment the throat is cut, it is the combined moments leading up to its death – the birth, the growth and the eventual day of butchering – that allow you to understand what it feels like to look down at the same animal bleeding out. When we first started, I couldn’t look. It is the process of understanding life and death within the hierarchy of nature that allowed me to look.

This same reader said she prayed that some day a pig would eat me. I said I’d be honored. Why waste my meat? The worms or someone will get me sooner or later. Death is not necessarily a bad thing.

The post Farm Confessional: What Butchering Your Animals Really Feels Like appeared first on Modern Farmer.

15 Oct 15:30

Laverne's Reminder For You To Go Purple For Tomorrow's Spirit Day

by Monica Roberts
Laverne took a break from filming Season 3 of Orange Is The New Black to remind you peeps about tomorrow's Spirit Day

So what is Spirit Day?   On October 16 we take time to wear purple to show solidarity with LGBT youth and take a united stand against bullying.   It was a proposed idea by Canadian teenager Brittany McMillan which was celebrated for the first time on October 20, 2010

Spirit Day takes its name from the purple stripe of the Gilbert Baker created rainbow flag, which represents spirit, hence the name for the day..

The day was a response to a 2010 outbreak of bullying related suicides of gay student, including Rutgers student Tyler Clementi

And yep, it has it's own #spiritday  hashtag

So here's Laverne's video, and break out those purple outfits tomorrow.

15 Oct 15:40

This Machine Harvests Cocaine From Your Paper Money

by Marina Galperina
This Machine Harvests Cocaine From Your Paper Money

From designer Francesco Morackini (of the “Dildomaker” that makes dildos out of everything), here is “MO-CLEAN/14″ aka the Banker. This concept machine mimics the appearance and mobility of office printer/copier/thing while collecting trace amounts of cocaine from all your banknotes.

DesignBoom describes the process very seriously:

the bills are placed within the counting machine which are then scanned and cleaned through the use of solvents. the extracted substances are then distributed into a centrifuge and divided according to their varying densities. at this phase, the cocaine is then transferred into the HPLC unit, separating the matter and ejecting it into the MS control unit. in this final step the various components detected in the HPLC are separated and controlled, finally deliver 99% pure cocaine crystals.

In reality, it’s a solution to a problem no one has, as no one really minds slightly contaminated bills. And though studies have revealed that up to 90% of US bills contain between 0.006 micrograms to 1.24 micrograms per bill, that’s a pretty microscopic, producing worthlessly tiny amounts. You’re probably spending more on solvent than the coke return. But, as a fictional concept, that’s some very amusing, stylized commentary.


(Images: DesignBoom)

The post This Machine Harvests Cocaine From Your Paper Money appeared first on ANIMAL.

14 Oct 20:14


15 Oct 11:48

Kids can be creepy as hell. When asked about it my 6-year old niece told me they were trying to bring the Mommy back to life

15 Oct 14:23

Shel Silverstein: A compendium of smut and depravity from the creator of ‘Where the Sidewalk Ends’

Shel Silverstein was more than just a quirky, kid-friendly poet with whom we youthfully chuckled while leafing through Where the Sidewalk Ends or A Light in the Attic. Indeed, as your perfectly sensible dad choked back tears while reading to you about the relentlessly cruel passage of time lovingly explored in The Giving...

14 Oct 22:37

Probably fake, probably old, but I hadn't seen it before and I liked it.

14 Oct 23:39

Existential Crisis