via Rosalind. Cannot possibly like hard enough.
Intense dreams last night in Nairobi.
Dreams of safe havens with story-checks before you could enter, only the most widely acknowledged versions of stories and their tellers allowed in. We began inscribing the truths we had lived in our skin, to meet in dark back rooms to reconstruct our history in these new places.
US: We have no one we can support on the ground against ISIS
Kurds: You morons, we’ve been fighting ISIS, underarmed, successfully, for a long ass time already. And could use some help.
US: La la la I can’t hear you because you’re socialist/anarchist types
now with 100% more Actually-Happening! The Red & Black had to cancel the first try at this last month (they’ve been going through a rough time). But they rescheduled and now the art show is happening this Saturday and will include:
-the 10th anniversary of our DIY publisher, Strangers In A Tangled Wilderness
-the release of the 10th anniversary issue of SHAFP, #17! the first new issue in years!
-vegan cake! (I hope.)
come hang out with me so I’m not eating vegan cake all by myself!
Rosalind of Arden, back in the day.
This is why I send my kids to private wizarding school…
and suddenly, Rosalind considers getting married.. or at least just wearing more jewelry...
I don't know firehose well enough to know if this is representative or enjoyable, but I hope to some day.
We jump right into it.
Chemistry, University of Virginia
Using sustained-release antibiotic implants to treat Mycobacterium tuberculosis increases patient compliance and stems the growth of multi-drug resistance
Politics, Bates College.
"Feeling Safe vs. Being Safe: The Politics of Counterterrorism"
I recently got back from Budapest for the Engine Room's Responsible Data Forum. It took place in the Open Society Archive, which was full of heart breaking and wondrous things. Things like the transcripts and translations from Radio Free Europe's listening in on radio from the other side of the Iron Curtain to be able to respond via their own broadcast, a sort of strange conversation in broadcast mode. And pictures stolen and then found from repositories of censored developed film. At the event, we talked about harm stories, and about security first aid kits, and about all sorts of other things. The group I spent the most time working with built on work started at Stanford, around frameworks for consent policies. We started an overview of why consent matters, in case members of your organization aren't sure why to use the framework. It includes a checklist against which to compare your study, campaign, or program. And of course I did a canvas drawing for it, inspired by the business model design canvas.
I'm headed to Nairobi on Monday for a month, to primarily work with the Kenyan Red Cross, but I'll also be attending the Consent-focused Engine Room RDF there. I'd love to get your feedback on what we worked on, how to change it / better it, if it's useful to you in it current format, etc. The documents are open for comments, as is the wiki talk page.
This checklist is designed to help projects that include an element of data collection to develop appropriate consent policies and practices. The checklist can be especially useful for projects using digital or mobile tools to collect, store or publish data, yet understand the importance of seeking the informed consent of individuals involved (the data subjects). This checklist does not address the additional considerations that would be necessary when obtaining the consent of groups or communities nor on how to approach consent in situations where there is no connection to the data subject.
How to use it:
This checklist is intended for use by project coordinators, and can ground conversations with management and project staff in order to identify risks and mitigation strategies during project design or implementation. It should ideally be used with the input of data subjects. All recommendations in this checklist include suggestions of issues and questions to consider when designing a consent policy and making related decisions, and should therefore be used as a guide to developing project specific consent policies.
a guide to some common and/or popular australian birbs by your friendly neighborhood australian
emus always seemed more psychotic than stupid to me
DO NOT ENGAGE THIS BIRD
Anything from Australia will onyl be nice to you only if you have food
except the cassowary, you stay the fuck away from those demons
Being deaf is holding a hidden, uncollapsed wave function on your side of a conversation at all times.
Think of predictive texting: if I type “Good” into my phone, it offers potential spelling corrections (“Did you mean ‘God’ or ‘Goods’ instead?”). After I finish typing the word and reassure it that no, I meant “good,” it offers statistically likely follow-up words: “morning,” “luck,” and “night,” because I’m more likely to say “Good luck” than “Good cucumber.” My phone is running through a word tree, constantly updating: In case she typed that wrong, what else could she have said? Based on what she’s said before, what might she say next?
My brain does the same thing, constantly, in the background. I hear fuzzy blobs of intonation, accented by body language; I turn it into English somewhere in my mind, ”constantly translating every line of language into itself,” as Josh Swiller says in Andrew Solomon’s book Far From The Tree. When I hear a word-like sound, multiple options for “what word couldthat be?” spring into my mind with equal probability. As fuzzy-wordlike-sound probability trees pile up, sentence-like shapes begin to form and snap into clarity in bits and pieces. That cognitive effort happens for every sentence of every conversation that shapes my job, my studies, my relationships, my ability to order pizza, stay informed of gate changes for my flight, or leave a building in emergencies.
I used to pride myself on being a risk-taker, good at uncertainty. In actuality, I am terrible at uncertainty. What I am good at is turning uncertainty into certainty — bounding and quantifying fuzziness, slapping error bars on everything. The moment something crosses my Line of Maximum Uncertainty — the point at which I can no longer bound that uncertainty into certainty — I snap into a grumpy monster who resolves things into black-and-white too soon, because holding uncertainty is hard, and I am very, very tired.
I’ve worked on deliberately expanding my capacity to hold uncertainty, thanks to painfully patient practice with circles of older, wiser women. They tell me when my wave function is wobbling prematurely, and they are strong enough to hold the tensions of our conversation against my stumbling and occasional fighting-back. I’m learning. It’s fascinating how my impatience in the face of something unresolved melts away in a good listening environment where people speak clearly and with intention. (And when my hearing aids are on.) I thought this impatience was part of me, but now I see how my growing-up-this-way could partially be a knot, a burl, formed in response to this fungus of silence constantly gnawing away at my younger sapling-self.
I burn through all my uncertainty-holding capacity trying to understand simple sentences in my native language. I’d rather use that capacity to hold the uncertainty of ideas themselves — tensions and paradoxes, multiple viewpoints, wonderful subtle complex things. I want to turn my (massive! but overused!) uncertainty-holding capacity towards hospitality, which is the holding of uncertainty within you — welcoming the Other into your midst while letting them remain Other, surrounding them with safety without bludgeoning them into a convenient box where they can be labelled and controlled. If I do the never-ending housekeeping of clearing out the uncollapsed waveforms that come from struggling through silence, I am left with a large space that I can gift to others who need help holding a transformation open until it’s ready to be born. That’s work I want to do.
So when you see me snapping into black and white and grumpy, now you know why. Please remind me and help me get the space I need to breathe. And when I ask for subtitles, or less background noise, or talking sticks — when I insist on captions or interpreters, or things that seem to “stifle” the conversation — know that I’m trying to wrest energy free from the parsing-of-words and direct it towards the holding-open of our mutual thoughts. Know that I’m doing this because I’m trying to stay inside this place of uncertainty with you.
Please help me stay.
While I've enjoyed topping my fears and anxieties, I've also found I too easily still associate it with part of myself, and therefore am being horrible to myself. My own therapist suggested I talk to my anxious self like it was one of my friends. I would never be that mean to my friends. "Hey buddy, what's going on?" It's both helped me be kinder to myself, but also more empathetic to my friends. Not saying I'm perfect, just that it's an ongoing battle.
My counselor suggested that I imagine my anxiety as a monster, and to imagine myself chasing it around, kicking it, stomping on it, etc. whenever I’m defying it. It’s been very helpful.
#i am now going to tell my brainweasels they make POOP LIES#yas
I’mma do the same. Maybe it will shut them up.
Just because I’m a public figure, just because I’m an actress, does not mean that I asked for this. It does not mean that it comes with the territory. It’s my body, and it should be my choice, and the fact that it is not my choice is absolutely disgusting. I can’t believe that we even live in that kind of world.
[I tried to write a statement but] every single thing that I tried to write made me cry or get angry. I started to write an apology, but I don’t have anything to say I’m sorry for.
It is not a scandal. It is a sex crime. It is a sexual violation. It’s disgusting.
Anybody who looked at those pictures, you’re perpetuating a sexual offence. You should cower with shame. Even people who I know and love say, ‘Oh, yeah, I looked at the pictures.’ I don’t want to get mad, but at the same time I’m thinking, I didn’t tell you that you could look at my naked body.”
The thermometer showed a 103.5-degree fever, and her 10-year-old’s asthma was flaring up. Mary Bolender, who lives in Las Vegas, needed to get her daughter to an emergency room, but her 2005 Chrysler van would not start.
The cause was not a mechanical problem — it was her lender.
Ms. Bolender was three days behind on her monthly car payment. Her lender, C.A.G. Acceptance of Mesa, Ariz., remotely activated a device in her car’s dashboard that prevented her car from starting. Before she could get back on the road, she had to pay more than $389, money she did not have that morning in March.
“I felt absolutely helpless,” said Ms. Bolender, a single mother who stopped working to care for her daughter. It was not the only time this happened: Her car was shut down that March, once in April and again in June.
This new technology is bringing auto loans — and Wall Street’s version of Big Brother — into the lives of people with credit scores battered by the financial downturn.”
So proud of my mother for doing her own research after I sent her that meme. A sign she hung in her car window.
Is this true?
Not only is it true, it gets worse. The Susan G Komen For The Cure Foundation has actually successfully sued “competing” charities, because (paraphrasing) their “message or branding was infringing.”
You read that correctly: they took money that people had donated to cure cancer, and hired attorneys with it, to sue ANOTHER group of people trying to find a cure for cancer, who, in turn, had to us their donated money to hire their own legal counsel to defend themselves.
Yeah signal boost because not enough people know about this and seriously FUCK SUSAN G. KOMEN THEY ARE THE ACTUAL WORST
I didn’t know about this, but I always like to see certain organizations exposed and be informed on it. I’ll be looking up more about this.
Only the uppermost portion of this ambitious five-level home is visible when approaching from land, preserving the views for others and making for one dramatic way to live adjacent to the sea. Cliff House by Modscape Concept is a response to the demand in Australia for residences to be built along extreme parcels of rocky land on the coast.
The clients approached Modscape to explore options for a vacation home on the southwest coast of Victoria, where they own a piece of land that could prove a challenge for more conventional architectural solutions.
The architects took inspiration from the way barnacles cling to the hull of a ship, hanging the home off the side of the cliff instead of perching it at the edge. This configuration makes it feel like an extension of the cliff face, opening up incredible views of the water.
The prefabricated, modular house would be anchored to the cliff using engineered steel pins, with entrance through a carport on the top floor.
Last two are particularly interesting.
If your hand has ever molded into a claw from typing on a conventional keyboard for too long, or you’re in the habit of hovering over your workspace with a bowl of noodles, pay attention. These 15 unusual keyboard designs include built-in bowls, flip-out panels for the fat-fingered, virtual displays and one-handed grips.
Our computer keyboards are known to be among the most germ-ridden places known to man, but that doesn’t stop most of us from hovering over them as we eat our meals (thus, making the problem even worse.) This keyboard/plate combo by Dutch designer Hella Jongerius aims to solve that problem by adding a bowl to the center. Unfortunately, as much as gamers, students and over-achievers would probably love this to be a real product, it’s just a tongue-in-cheek concept.
The future of keyboards is almost certainly virtual, with lasers projected onto a flat surface and optics that track the movement of your fingers. Keyboards like this still seem futuristic to many people, but they’re already available. This model goes for $119.99 at Brookstone.
The Inside-Out keyboard by designer Min Koo Yeo might just be a peek at what gesture-based keyboards will look like just a few years from now. While the front side is a standard keyboard with its own mini track pad, the back side is one big “smart” track pad for a greater range of gesture-based commands.
The tiny keyboards on mobile devices can be frustrating for anyone with larger fingers. What if you could just cuff a couple devices onto your hands and ‘type’ on a flat surface instead? AirType detects the movement of your fingers and translates them into alphanumerical input. According to the creators, the device will learn from you, adapting to your personal typing style and habits.
The Verbatim Virtual Keyboard by designer Florian Kraeutli turns a simple piece of paper printed with letters into a fully functioning keyboard. It puts the iPhone’s built-in accelerometer to work measuring and identifying the location of letters on the paper. At 80% accuracy, the concept still needs work, but it’s an intriguing start.
Sometimes, I find out books that I grew up on are banned books.
I go through audio obsessions.
Last fall, I listened to Dawn of Midi‘s Dysnomia on repeat as I drove, as I wrote, as I cooked. I found it via the RadioLab podcast. I loved the sense of driving seemingly-electronic music slowly morphing, and I loved to hear that it wasn’t electronic at all, but humans playing to sound like machines. The layering of sound and story was what caught me, but the music kept me.
Two different artists and sounds, but both triggered my play daily on repeat response and I thought I’d share. Both are good as foreground or background, which is a hard thing to do.
I know making music and getting paid for it these days is tough going, so if you like these songs, go support the artists and buy their music!
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