IF I SEE “CONSENT IS SEXY” ONE MORE TIME I AM GOING TO SCREAM. CONSENT IS NOT SEXY, CONSENT IS FUCKING MANDATORY. STOP TRYING TO MARKET THIS IN A WAY THAT DOESN’T DISPLAY HOW FUCKING MANDATORY IT IS TO HAVE CONSENT. IT IS NOT A PLUS. A PERK. A THING THAT DESERVES A COOKIE. IT. IS. FUCKING. MANDATORY.
Pain is not exclusive to humans.
this genuinely makes my heart hurt
I really dislike when people say animals aren’t smart, or that they can’t feel emotions.
Sorry to rain on your parade but… While true, these are not emotions of sadness. These are emotions of dominance.
This isn’t a bird mourning over a dead bird.
This is a male bird raping the corpse of its rival to show dominance so that the chick birds will come mate with him and other males don’t step in his territory looking for mates.
Birds are fucking brutal man.
At first I thought this was a joke, but now that I see you’re serious I’m actually embarrassed for you. And disappointed, but let’s get to that later.
The pictures here belong to photographer Wilson Hsu, and if you knew the first thing about birds (which you obviously don’t), you’d be able to tell that the deceased bird is a female due to its more desaturated plumage and shorter tail feathers. Here, let’s post the coloured version to confirm, because tumblr has some sort of bizarre fetish for making everything black and white.
There goes your first point.
If you knew the second thing about birds, you’d be able to identify this species as a Barn swallow. And while you are correct in your assumption that the males are fairly territorial, they also mate for life and are fiercely dedicated to their female counterpart. Barn swallows, along with most small birds, are actually physically incapable of any sort of penetrative sex, because they have a cloaca instead of a penis. Mating is done by passing a packet of sperm from the male’s cloaca into the female’s, not by inserting a penis into a vagina. Necrophilia in this species is completely unheard of, and would be a complete waste.
So if we take all this information I’ve just told you, and couple it up with the fact that Wilson Hsu’s entire collection of these photos is uploaded online, which vividly depicts a male Barn Swallow trying to rouse his mate which has just died, we can infer you know literally nothing about the species as a whole, didn’t even bother to look up where the pictures were from, and are deliberately spreading misinformation for the sake of looking COOL N’ EDGY on tumblr dot com.
Normally I wouldn’t get so heated about this sort of thing, but that’s just stupid as hell.
Now that was a first class read *applause*
Iceland grieves after police kill a man for the first time in its history
December 5, 2013
It was an unprecedented headline in Iceland this week — a man shot to death by police.
"The nation was in shock. This does not happen in our country," said Thora Arnorsdottir, news editor at RUV, the Icelandic National Broadcasting Service.
She was referring to a 59-year old man who was shot by police on Monday. The man, who started shooting at police when they entered his building, had a history of mental illness.
It’s the first time someone has been killed by armed police in Iceland since it became an independent republic in 1944. Police don’t even carry weapons, usually. Violent crime in Iceland is almost non-existent.
"The nation does not want its police force to carry weapons because it’s dangerous, it’s threatening," Arnorsdottir says. "It’s a part of the culture. Guns are used to go hunting as a sport, but you never see a gun."
In fact, Iceland isn’t anti-gun. In terms of per-capita gun ownership, Iceland ranks 15th in the world. Still, this incident was so rare that neighbors of the man shot were comparing the shooting to a scene from an American film.
The Icelandic police department said officers involved will go through grief counseling. And the police department has already apologized to the family of the man who died — though not necessarily because they did anything wrong.
"I think it’s respectful," Arnorsdottir says, “because no one wants to take another person’s life. “
There are still a number of questions to be answered, including why police didn’t first try to negotiate with man before entering his building.
"A part of the great thing of living in this country is that you can enter parliament and the only thing they ask you to do is to turn off your cellphone, so you don’t disturb the parliamentarians while they’re talking. We do not have armed guards following our prime minister or president. That’s a part of the great thing of living in a peaceful society. We do not want to change that. "
can you even imagine if the u.s. mourned people killed by police
like a real national outpouring
that moment of silence should last for years
The kind of gun culture I approve of.
GUYS SOMEONE BUILT SOMETHING AT JIGSAW. Holy shit. Maybe everything is ok.
Ceramics artist and Jigsaw member Ling Chun has just put up an installation as part of the Storefronts Seattle program. It’s an interactive animatronic piece consisting of eight maneki-nekos that do “the wave” when people pass by.
Here are a few photos of Ling constructing the piece at Jigsaw. Other Jigsaw members provided technical and moral support during the process.
Technical details: Each cat had its innards replaced by a servo, two X-band motion sensors are used to detect the presence of people, and a Parallax Propeller microcontroller drives the system.
Fuzzy bat break! Fuzzy bats with the wiggly ears and the flappy wings!
And now, back to writing.
THEY ARE LIKE LITTLE DRAGON PUPPIES AND I LOVE THEM
Look at them
Look at their little faces
They are adorable winged teddy bears and I am going to hug each and every single one of them :D
David told me a story about walking with his (then) girlfriend, and someone shouting at her from their car. She ran after them, yelling about how horny she was. They got stopped at a stop light, and she banged on the windows shouting "PUT IT IN ME." The ended up running the light to get away from her.
When some sexist loser harasses me in the street
Pope Francis is once again shaking things up in the Catholic Church. On Tuesday, he issued his first “apostolic exhortation,” declaring a new enemy for the Catholic Church: modern capitalism. “Some people continue to defend trickle-down theories which assume that economic growth, encouraged by a free market, will inevitably succeed in bringing about greater justice and inclusiveness in the world,” he wrote. “This opinion, which has never been confirmed by the facts, expresses a crude and naive trust in the goodness of those wielding economic power and in the sacralized workings of the prevailing economic system.”
He couldn’t be much clearer. The pope has taken a firm political stance against right-leaning, pro-free market economic policies, and his condemnation appears to be largely pointed at Europe and the United States.
Read more. [Image: Reuters]
Things are about to get really, really interesting in the world of politics and religion. Recently the Popiest Catholics and the most politically conservative Catholics have tightly overlapped. So have the most liberal and the most lapsed.
And now this.
I <3 reappropriating comic bubbles.
Aha! This is the best version so far of my criteria for Radically Transparent Research (website really needs rewriting; it’s currently a mess of writing from my first year of grad school), which is basically “a methodology for producing Free Scholarship.” I know, I know, there all tons of Open Research movements and projects out there; I’m trying to write an examination right now and will loop back and check in with them again after I pass it, ok?
“Chua’s 3 criteria for RTR” (or whatever less-silly name I can tack on that later) comes directly from a Free Culture + Academia mashup. From academic-land (specifically, the scholarship of teaching and learning), we have Lee Shulman’s 3 criteria for scholarship (paraphrased):
From Free Culture, Richard Stallman’s 4 criteria for software Freedom:
See the connections between Shulman and Stallman? I don’t imagine this is the final or best statement ever (and look forward to seeing what future version comes up), but it sounds pretty good to me right now.
TUTORIAL | Burned Paper Nails
1. Paint your nails with a light nude polish, wait until it’s completely dries.
2. Put a piece of newspaper in alcohol, and wait 15-20 sec.
3.Place the wet paper onto your nails, push it down with your fingers and wait until the alcohol evaporates (7-10 sec), and remove the paper.
4. Topcoat it with clear polish.
5. Draw some lines with black polish, where you want your burned papers edges.
6., 7. Put some black and brown polish with a piece of makeup sponge around the black lines.
8. Clean up the edges with acetone.
9. Use a matte topcoat.
Star Wars Ring Tattoos (via The Mary Sue)
I like that I read "JK" as "j/k"
Twitter / alexjgoldstein: ”And the Iranian President just retweeted Secretary of State John Kerry. Welcome to Twitter diplomacy in 2013.”
"Somehow it seems to have reactivated itself and made its way along the work surface where it pushed a cooking pot out of the way and basically that was the end of it," fireman Helmut Kniewasser told The Daily Mail. "I don’t know about the allegations of a robot suicide but the homeowner is insistent that the device was switched off—it’s a mystery how it came to be activated and ended up making its way to the hotplate."
Opals - still my favorite. Too bad they're soft as fuck and melt.
Lightning Ridge Black Opal - Twin Galaxy Gem Stones
Aside from Grey and White, Black Opal is the most precious and is at least 50 times more rare than diamond, yet these beautiful gems are also much more fragile.
The brilliant colors within the gems are iridescent, meaning that they will change color or flash as you rotate them. Deep down within the opal are silica spheres arranged in arrays and both the size and arrangement of the spheres will determine the color produced. The Twin Galaxy Stones will flash like lightning as you rotate them, hence the name Lightning Ridge in Australia.
I need for reasons.
The ability to track planes in mid-flight has produced many apps and websites for following jets through friendly skies, but this ad campaign applies this same data in a fun new way.
The interactive display even tells you the route, from takeoff to destination, of the plane you are seeing, and quotes you rates for future flights along that path.
The Look Up campaign by British Airways blends dynamic video billboards and airplane data to show a child pointing at actual planes in midair overhead.
From the company: “This is a first, not just for British Airways but for U.K. advertising. We all know from conversations with friends and family that we wonder where the planes are going and dream of an amazing holiday or warm destination. The clever technology allows this advert to engage people there and then and answer that question for them.”
We went on safari in the national park, waking up so so early and adventuring first around parts of Nairobi to find Andy, new cohort in action and humored outrage. Backroads and hanging out of the car window asking for directions, every interaction a moment of pleasantry and shared experience. Francis, exhausted from funeral travel the day before indulging our awkward questions and changing plans, finally looking less emotionally exhausted after a chicken lunch.
A giraffe rather immediately looming on the left, blended with the forest, perturbed to be interrupted but not worried about us. The immediate dispersal of any remnants of jadedness I might have felt about being outside, and joy in seeing a creature move in unconstrained strides. Later seeing young giraffes fighting, I hope in play, but likely not. Spotting the “Kenya Express” of warthogs nestled down in the distance, called as such because they run from wherever they are to whatever their next stop is. I might like them a lot, given that.
Stopping into the animal orphanage, Andy and I excited about animal conditioning and release back into the national park, our wilted demeanor as it dawned on us both that the area is essentially a zoo. At some point, lingering behind the guides for this area and our expedition, I referenced the Calvin and Hobbes cartoon I had been thinking about, and he laughed that quiet desperate laugh shared by so many people with a certain level of awareness and care. We took our weary selves to iHub, and immediately met up with Kevin, an amazing human being and fantastic guide for further adventure, of course also connected via Sasha.
We took the matatu to Kibera, instead of a taxi, walking after we arrived to the area, exploring the new permanent building being built at the outskirts. It will hold toilets, and offices, and a meeting space. The solid walls are a rarity here – especially the doors – and a welcome shift from the compounds we’ve been on for the past week. Bankslave is around the corner of the building, laying down the priming layer for a mural he’s working on with other folk, expressing hygiene as empowerment. They’ve run into a problem – a small swimming pool, or rather, ditch, in the way of the scaffolding they’ve set up. We work with them on problem solving before wandering deeper into the slum.
We walk for a bit, and then pause, waiting for some folk to join us. Nearby, children crowd, staring, whispering and laughing. When I turn around, they point at my head. I remove my hat, they shout “blue!” One asks “are you a boy?” “Nope.” “Why are you dressed that way?” “Because I look good.” They nod. One notices tattoos peeking out – I went for the dress shirt but not bow tie and vest – and I discretely show the top of the ink. They chatter and gather around. I hand out dum-dums, and they run away.
Before we head down the next road with our growing cohort, the difference between “politically dangerous” and “physically dangerous” is explained. The folk working on Human Needs Project take us through the slums, insisting we take pictures, showing us local artisans, subtly and simultaneously protecting and showcasing us and their home to/from each other. They have born a hole so deep that it brings clean water. They have set up a way to collect it, and the surrounding building will hold laundry, and toilets, and offices for local initiatives. They will have wifi and computers. It is too expensive, and too daunting, to go see the innovation centers of Nairobi, so they’re bringing a center to Kibera. We speak of education, and of shared joy, and of politics.
I’ve seen, this week, what it is to be surrounded by people who give freely of whatever they have, without question or obligation. What it is for someone to know what actions must be taken to see the community of which you are a part be better off. There is an unassuming but persister baseline of giving in Nairobi. Any overt transaction is heavily negotiated, but giving is freely done.
The stressful process of the Nairobi airport, seeing Brenson and Josh and Oliver from State Department again, what are the chances (passed them also on safari), and hugging and wishing each other safe travels. Two more security checkpoints after that one, the first having separated Lindsay and myself rather abruptly. And now I sit on the first leg of a very long journey, obviously but not comically demonstrating the opening and using of our food packets and seat configurations. The gent in the seat next to me carries an International Organization for Migration packet, and studies from the sides of his eyes.
I’m ready to be in another home, and feeling heart-warmed and -torn for finding yet another one. Three homes in as many weeks, Boston> Nairobi> Seattle> Boston.