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02 Feb 04:30

Map of Literally Every Goat in America Is Most Important Map Ever

by Rebecca Rose

Map of Literally Every Goat in America Is Most Important Map Ever

Here is a map that is the only map you will ever need ever again in your entire map. Delete all your Google Map links, burn all your Rand McNally maps and take that stupid globe and chuck it in the dumpsters. Because none of those maps include goats and are therefor entirely irrelevant.

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01 Feb 00:15

Saturday Night Social: Saved By The bell hooks

by Collier Meyerson

Saturday Night Social: Saved By The bell hooks

When world's most important feminist bell hooks meets Saved by the Bell you get the incredible saved by the bell hooks. Best tumblr of 2015.

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23 Jan 19:10

Wow. This Penn Badgely Tweet Will Really Make You Think. 

by Jia Tolentino

Lol shit we are *reclining* on New York City. I'm posted up like its a futon. Talk about an image of white privilege🙈 pic.twitter.com/xPKwmyakDI

— Penn Badgley (@PennBadgley) January 23, 2015

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16 Jan 13:29

Boy admits he didn't actually go to heaven; publisher pulls his book

Alex Malarkey, co-author of the best-selling Christian book The Boy Who Came back from Heaven, has admitted he made the story up.

The book, billed as a true story, described Malarkey's alleged visit with angels in heaven after being paralyzed in a car crash and spending two months in a coma.

Malarkey, who is now a teenager, wrote an open letter published on the Pulpit and Pen website that the story was fabricated. The book's publisher, Tyndale House, has pulled the book out of print following the announcement.

"I did not die. I did not go to Heaven," Malarkey wrote in the open letter. "I said I went to heaven because I thought it would get me attention. When I made the claims that I did, I had never read the Bible."

13 Jan 22:00

Tweet of the Day: Bec Rawlings' nude take on new age feminism (NSFW)

by Anton Tabuena

Bec Rawlings stripped down as she shared her take on modern feminism. Photos may not be safe for some workplaces.

The Ultimate Fighter 20 cast member 'Rowdy' Bec Rawlings took to social media to share her stance on new age feminists. Accompanying the 25-year-old's twitter message was a photo of her posing naked with a sign that says "F*ck feminism I believe in human rights for all!!!"

Check out the tweet from the UFC strawweight:

New age feminists don't want equal rights they want to demonize men & belittle women who don't conform!! pic.twitter.com/QawRoD9StY

— 'Rowdy' Bec Rawlings (@RowdyBec) January 13, 2015

She followed up with a post on instagram as well:

I am not oppressed.. the only people that oppress me are the feminists & white knights that judge me & want me to conform to their agenda... I believe in human rights FOR ALL. My boys are not monsters, I am not a bad mother because I don't like pants, I am not being objectified... because I AM NOT WEAK, I make my own choices & I do what i want because I am freeeeee!! #WomenAgainstFeminism #IAmRowdyHearMeRaaaawr

15 Jan 14:58

Check out this abandoned 75,000 square foot tunnel complex beneath Dupont Circle in Washington, DC

In the late 19th and early 20th century, the nation's capital built a fairly extensive trolley system. After World War II, they reorganized the traffic around Dupont Circle, putting the trolley underground. But in the early 60s, the whole system was abandoned in favor of automobile hegemony in transportation (a decision many in the district now bitterly regret).

However, even after they put the Metro system right under Dupont, the old trolley tunnels, complete with a vast station complex, remained at a lower level. They're empty and unused today, but a group called the Arts Coalition has leased them out and is planning to get them back in use. Check it out. -- Ryan Cooper

The Forgotten Space Below Dupont Circle from PBS Digital Studios on Vimeo.

14 Jan 18:38

Curbed Features: Deep in the Arizona desert, about...

by Adrian Glick Kudler
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1arcosanticeramicsapse.jpgDeep in the Arizona desert, about an hour north of Phoenix, is a utopian eco-city called Arcosanti that residents believe holds the key to extreme sustainable living. The project is the brainchild of late architect Paolo Soleri, who began construction in 1970 amid a wave of similar non-religious utopian communities. Most of those other projects failed, but Arcosanti survives, built by volunteers. Curbed National takes a look at Soleri's vision and what Arcosanti is like today. Read on. [Curbed National]

14 Jan 18:04

Potty Time: West Hollywood is Starting the Genderless Restroom Revolution

by Bianca Barragan

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The small-bladdered and impatient have long ignored the gender-specific signs on single-stall restrooms in businesses and restaurants, along with the judgy looks of restroom-sign-policing jerks, but now all who've gotta go in West Hollywood can, by law, feel comfortable using whichever bathroom opens up first. FINALLY, some common sense in bathroom labeling: a new law in the city requires all existing and future single-stall restrooms in businesses and public spaces to be gender neutral, says Wehoville.

Businesses have 60 days to switch their restroom signs; the law doesn't apply to restrooms with multiple stalls. The new law is aimed at making all restrooms more accessible and accommodating to transgendered people and non-gender-conforming folk, as well as people with disabilities and parents with kids of a different gender. The ordinance was approved in June, but goes into effect this month; it's the first of its kind in California, though there are similar laws in DC and Philadelphia.
· Lower That Toilet Seat! WeHo's Gender-Neutral Restroom Law Goes Into Effect [Wehoville]

13 Jan 22:11

Imogen Heap just reinvented music with a pair of magic gloves. No bigs.

by Sophia Elias

Imogen Heap just reinvented music with a pair of magic gloves. No bigs.

Imogen Heap just reinvented music with a pair of magic gloves. No bigs.

Aside from her distinctively melodic voice, Imogen Heap is best known for mesmerizing lullabies like “Hide And Seek,” “Breathe In” and the ultimate cry-in-the-shower song, “Let Go.” So, what’s cooler than being a musician with incredible sensibilities? Pioneering the future of music (of course!).

Rather than simply fusing musical genres, Imogen Heap is instead fusing wearable technology and music with her ingenious invention, Mi.Mu gloves. The gloves “put the power to create an entire musical composition right at [your] fingertips.” No keyboard or laptop required. It kind of sounds like the Wii of musical instruments.

She explained to CNN:

“In the past the only way that I could interact with the computer (to make music) was by using a mouse and a keyboard and this is very two-dimensional. . . I wanted to be able to have something which. . .was directly from (the) brain—to quickly be able to manipulate sound just by intuitive gestures.”

Being able to physicalize sounds as a musician seems like a dream come true, particularly for those artists who rely on machinery to perform their music. Rather than simply standing in front of your audience, engaged by a machine, these Mi.Mu gloves give artists the opportunity to conduct their own orchestra of sounds in a highly performative and beautiful way. Heap spoke to this idea citing her own experience, saying that “audience members will understand what I’m doing rather than fiddling around on a keyboard and mouse…I could just be doing my emails”.

Believe it or not, these gloves were born from Heap’s visit to MIT’s Media Lab back in 2009. Heap met engineer, Elly Jessop, who was creating musical gloves of her own. Inspired, Heap went about pursuing her Mi.Mu gloves and devised a kickass team of professionals to make her dream become a reality.

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13 Jan 17:27

This Site Will Send a Glitter Bomb To Your Enemies Anywhere on Earth 

by Andrew Liszewski

This Site Will Send a Glitter Bomb To Your Enemies Anywhere on Earth 

The only thing worse than all the junk mail stuffed in your mailbox is finding a card that's actually addressed to you, but is covered in mounds of glitter. The shiny stuff ends up all over your hands, your face, and your home, and it's all but impossible to clean up. So that's why a glitter bomb, courtesy of ShipYourEnemiesGlitter.com, is the perfect prank.

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12 Jan 23:58

Kawaba Rice Ball, A New Onigiri Spot Rolling Onto Melrose Avenue

by Keyla Vasconcellos
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Shrimp Fry or Chicken Curry musubi sound good? Check out Kawaba Rice Ball at the end of the month.

Move over Sunny Blue, because another Japanese musubi (onigiri) store is on the horizon. Kawaba Rice Ball, a Japanese deli, will tentatively open on January 30 on Melrose. For those unfamiliar with Japanese onigiri, they are delicious, fluffy rice balls with varying fillings. Also, it can be wrapped with or without nori. As a staple of Japanese bento or lunch boxes it's casual and perfect for eating on the go.

Kawaba Rice Ball gets its name from Kawaba Village, a small town of only 3,500 people. The owner operates a musubi store there, where exceptionally high-quality rice called Yukihotaka is grown and used. Their mission is to create the new Japanese taste sensation this side of the Pacific, starting with LA.

At Kawaba, the menu will include organic and natural ingredients and the high-grade rice will come directly from Kawaba Village. Additionally, fillings will consist of meat, fish or Japanese-style pickled veggies. One can look forward to perfectly soft, warm and handmade quality musubi for a simple meal, yet a gourmet experience.

Kawaba Rice Ball
7368 Melrose Ave.
Los Angeles, CA 90046

Check out the Menu below:

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09 Jan 12:45

What precious things would you grab in a house fire?

by Mayday
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What precious things would you grab in a house fire?

It's a "what if" question that gets bandied around often. I've heard, and given, many different answers over the years. My dog. My cat. Photo albums. A jewelry box. Signed books. Family heirlooms.

It's all bullshit. You don't have the time to run through the house, collecting all your possessions. You grab what you see on the way out the door.

May 2011, I "grabbed" two purses, two laptops, the house phone, and my hysterical mother.

Lightning had hit a tree across the street; the tree's roots were wrapped around a water pipe, which created a perfect conductor for the electrical current. The neighbor whose yard the tree was in lost their fridge when the water/ice dispenser shorted out.

Our hot water heater caught fire.

In the end, while it could have been a lot worse, we still lost a lot. The fire ran rampant through the attic. We lost years' worth of heirlooms. My mother's wedding bouquet. Christmas ornaments that my brother and I made in kindergarten. Baby clothes. Pictures. Paintings. Books. Furniture my great-grandparents had owned.

When major traumatic events happen, people always react differently. My father became short-tempered and mean. My mother became prone to sudden crying fits when she thought about certain things. My brother, thankfully, had moved out and missed a lot of this.

I shut down. Completely. Utterly. Shut down. I missed only one day of work because I literally had no clothing to wear. I locked myself up so tightly that I eventually started wishing I had been asleep when the fire had started, that I hadn't woken up…

That was the sign that it was time to talk to a doctor to get some help, and it was when my parents realized that I wasn't being a zombie just to hurt them.

We lived in a hotel for a month before we found a house to rent. Three months after we'd moved into the rental house, I went to the UK by myself for two weeks. I'd planned a trip and everything was long pre-paid before the fire.

It's a very humbling experience to have literally everything you own in a camping backpack. And, for me, it was… freeing. I could do whatever I wanted. I could go wherever I wished. I didn't need permission, or accountability, or anything past what I had with me.

In a way, the fire was a good thing for me…

I moved to California — I took the chance. I had confidence. I had everything I truly needed. I had nothing to keep me in Louisiana. Six weeks after I moved, I met my fiance. After being unemployed for nine months, I went back to school. I've gained so many friends and my family is expanding more and more each year.

Recently, on a drive to work I saw smoke rising over the mountains. I was suddenly terrified again. Even if you logically know that you can't run through and save things, your mind still flashes to what's important, what you want to protect.

Luckily the fire was far enough away that we didn't need to worry. Besides, this is what fireproof boxes and renter's insurance are for. But it was a good reminder.

So, what do you think you'd try to save in a house fire?

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09 Jan 15:00

A Wheelchair That Might Disrupt the Industry

by Nanette Wong

A Wheelchair That Might Disrupt the Industry

Rather than let a spinal injury stop him from achieving his dreams, Andrew Slorance used it to completely redesign the look and function of the wheelchair.

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For Andrew, he decided to design a wheelchair that’s not only practical, but is equally focused on design. “I felt that wheelchairs were horrible medical devices, and couldn’t understand why companies didn’t advance their wheelchairs in the same way bike companies did with their products. By the time I was sixteen I had decided that one day I would re–invent the wheelchair.”

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Six years later, he created the Carbon Black, a clean and stylish wheelchair that’s also minimalist and lightweight. Made out of carbon fiber, the chair was made with the motto “more person, less chair.”

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The Carbon Black is a bespoke, monocoque based design that makes the life of a user easier. It doesn’t have a separate frame – rather, the seat is a key part of the wheelchair, making it stronger and stiffer with less components. The result is a sleek, sexy wheelchair that’s both functional and good looking.

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09 Jan 20:10

INaPt NAmEs

by Ken Jennings

Breaking Bad aired its last episode well over a year ago, but I just got the Blu-rays for Christmas and am currently doing a massive binge-watch. So pardon the nostalgia, but…

As you no doubt remember, whether you were a fan or not, the show’s protagonist is Walter White, an Albuquerque high school chemistry teacher turned meth lord. As a nod to Walt’s two jobs, the show’s credits design is based on the periodic table.

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Every single person credited at the top of every episode has part of their names boldfaced as an IUPAC chemical symbol.

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At one point, I noticed, the show accidentally invented a chemical element (chimerium?) for the credit of DP Michael Slovis. This was soon noticed and fixed.

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Slovisgate got me thinking: are there people who could not be cast/hired by Breaking Bad because their names contain no chemical symbols? And not trivial cases like Mr. T or RZA. Actual, plausible names.

There are thirteen elements with one-letter symbols, so half the alphabet is out right there. ‘A’ and ‘E’ are the only eligible vowels. But remember that many names with A’s and E’s are verboten as well. Someone named “Alex” might seem like a perfect candidates, since all four of those letters are unused by any one-letter elements. But Alexes, rejoice! Your name is Breaking Bad-eligible after all, because aluminum is Al.

Are there names that would break Breaking Bad? Bonus points if someone with that name has an IMDb entry.

07 Jan 19:15

Watch Astonished Kids Learn Where Babies Come From (Not 'The Butt')

by Mark Shrayber

"How did Tia Alice have her baby?" "The butt!"

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06 Jan 17:52

Why Won't These 22 A-List Celebrities Respond to Our Mass Email?

by Sam Biddle
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Why Won't These 22 A-List Celebrities Respond to Our Mass Email?

President Obama, North Korea, the White House, the FBI, and a host of despairing executives have said their piece about the colossal Sony hack of 2014. But what about the actual Hollywood stars whose correspondence was leaked in the hack? We emailed them at their personal email addresses and asked. All at once.

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06 Jan 18:00

The Cake: A New, Modern Pastry Shop in Kiev

by Caroline Williamson
Kevespada

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The Cake: A New, Modern Pastry Shop in Kiev

What do you do when you want to serve delicious modern pastries and need a place to do it in? You hire 2B.GROUP to design a ridiculously cool restaurant space – that’s what! Located in Kiev, Ukraine, THE CAKE is a fairly neutral modern backdrop to some colorful swag and yummy eats that make up the brand-new restaurant.

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With handcrafted elements included in the design, the diverse interior comes together with the help of modern furnishings, like the seating and the giant pink balloon dog in the center.

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Each of the geometric tiles, all 10,000 of them, was handcrafted and organized into a random, puzzle-like pattern on the floor.

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The dog sits in the middle like a glazed cake, the designer’s intent.

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How cool are the monochromatic toilet stalls?

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Photos by Andrey Bezuglov and Slava Balbek.








01 Jan 17:29

Taco Bell is Inflicting Free Doritos Locos Tacos on Us Starting Now

by C.A. Pinkham

Taco Bell is Inflicting Free Doritos Locos Tacos on Us Starting Now

To ring in the new year, Taco Bell is unleashing Doritos Locos Tacos upon us for free (as if that makes it better) starting today. For auld lang syne, my dear, for auld lang syne, we'll take a Locos Taco yet, for all the heartburn mine.

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02 Jan 15:22

Man has turn signal removed from arm after 51 years

by By Catherine Garcia

Classic car collectors might want to give Arthur Lampitt a call: The 75-year-old from Illinois just had the turn signal lever from a 1963 Thunderbird removed from his arm.

1963 Thunderbird turn signal was embedded in the arm of Arthur Lampitt 75 yrs old for 51 years http://t.co/2gUtzcdh11 pic.twitter.com/YTr2RpEZCS

— Georgi (@Georgi29) January 2, 2015

In 1963, Lampitt survived a head-on collision with a semi-truck, which resulted in a broken hip and ribs and several cuts, the Los Angeles Times reports. About 15 years ago, his arm kept setting off a metal detector in a courthouse...

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31 Dec 22:14

The Weather: Temps Just Fell Below 60 in DTLA For the First Time in 375 Days

by Bianca Barragan

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Don't be distracted by your own frozen hands: in spite of this recent and sudden chill, 2014 was HOT. In fact, it was California's warmest year in 120 years, says KPCC, and though that's only counting the first 11 months of the year (December's data isn't out yet), experts say that this month would have to be "the coldest on record and by quite a large margin" to pull the state out of record-making territory. December's been warmer than usual, so that's probably not going to happen, but it has been cold enough to break a 375-day streak of temperatures above 60 degrees, according to a public information statement on Weather Underground.

Yesterday, Downtown dropped to a chilly 56 degrees, breaking a warm period that's lasted more than a year. It's the second-longest super-60 stretch in Downtown's history; from late February 1993 to November 1994, the 'hood stayed above 60 for 629 days.

Meanwhile, 2014 was only California's twenty-third driest year on record, based on data for January through November, so even though we had a bevy of shocking visuals documenting the state drying up before our eyes, it could have been worse. (Yay?) Here in LA, we've been getting some nice, long showers; when the numbers are tallied, we're still only at about normal rainfall levels.

That's fine and good, but not too helpful when California's dealing with a years-long drought. If anything, the record-setting heat exacerbated the dryness, a climatologist with JPL tells KPCC. "The drought by itself is painful enough, but when it's coupled with an exceptionally hot year like we had this year, the evaporation – what we call the evapotranspiration – is accelerated. It makes the drought even worse."
· 2014 was California's hottest in 120 years [SCPR]
· This is California's Worst Drought Since 800 AD [Curbed LA]

30 Dec 04:30

Here Is What We Googled in 2014, State by State

by Rebecca Rose

Here Is What We Googled in 2014, State by State

"How to get rid of acne." "Are zombies real?" "How to craft." "What is Tinder?" This is just a sampling of some of the weird and wonderful stuff people in America Googled this year.

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23 Dec 15:27

UPDATE: Chloe the Wombat Walkin’ It Off

by Andrew Bleiman

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In October, ZooBorns introduced you to ‘Chloe’, the orphaned Wombat joey, at the Taronga Zoo. Chloe’s mother was struck by a car, and Taronga keeper, Evelyn Watson, became surrogate mom to the six-month-old joey. Evelyn carried Chloe everywhere, in a makeshift pouch, stopping work for feeding every few hours.

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Chloe is, now, nine-months-old and out of the pouch. She has become Keeper Evelyn’s loyal companion and assistant during her morning rounds at the zoo.

The morning walks are part of the joey’s continuing development, as she prepares to take her next big step towards returning to the wild.

“It’s a natural behavior and something Chloe would be doing with her real mother if she’d survived. Wombats stay with their mothers for up to two years, walking by their side until they’re old enough to fend for themselves,” said Evelyn.

Now strong enough to walk and explore on her own, Chloe has begun learning the natural Wombat behaviors she’ll need to survive in the wild. Keepers have built the joey a special home in an off-exhibit area to encourage her to dig burrows and forage for her own food.

“She’s really learning how to be a Wombat. Her paws are already toughening up and she’s quite happy digging about on her own,” said Evelyn.

When ready, Chloe will be transferred to a Wombat ‘halfway house’, where she’ll learn how to care for herself, before being released back into the wild.

More great photos of Chloe below the fold!

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30 Dec 14:00

Brightkey + Pantone Bring Colorful Keyboards to iOS Devices

by Caroline Williamson

Brightkey + Pantone Bring Colorful Keyboards to iOS Devices

Pantone and Brightkey partnered up to bring you some colorful keyboards to your Apple iPhone and iPad. Brightkey already makes keyboards for Apple devices running iOS 8 and this new venture merges Pantone’s color expertise with handheld technology. First out of the gate are colors from the PANTONE Fashion Color Report for Fall 2014 and future releases will be launched seasonally with color trends decided by Pantone.

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The new keyboards work the same as the standard keyboard you already use on your Apple devices, with autocorrect and predictive text, while also adding a few new features, like user configurable Quick-fire messages and custom themes. The new themes and colors are available as in-app purchases, including the Pantone Color of the Year for 2015: Marsala.

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25 Dec 14:24

Someone built a magical winter wonderland for hedgehogs and it’s glorious!

by Blaire

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Someone built a magical winter wonderland for hedgehogs and it’s glorious!

Too. Cute. Heart. Bursting. Watch these little hedgehogs get whisked around their very own village on a model train! It’s like The Polar Express but with hedgehogs! So many cute hedgehogs in Santa hats.

The post Someone built a magical winter wonderland for hedgehogs and it’s glorious! appeared first on HelloGiggles.

07 Dec 12:58

Baby Bats Rescued from Australia's Heat Wave

by Andrew Bleiman

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Some may like it hot, but not Australia’s Fruit Bats.  A spring heat wave with temperatures over 100 degrees F has killed many adult Fruit Bats, leaving their babies orphaned and in need of care.  That’s why the Australian Bat Clinic and Wildlife Trauma Center has been inundated with rescued baby Bats in recent months.

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Entire colonies of Gray-headed Flying Foxes and Black Flying Foxes have been wiped out due to the extremely high temperatures.  Often, when the mothers die, their babies are still attached to their teats.  Without immediate rescue, these babies will face the same fate as their mothers.

When the baby Bats enter rehabilitation, rescuers’ first jobs are to help the babies feel secure and to feed them.  The rubber nipples tucked into the babies’ mouths help them feel as if they are still attached to their mothers’ teats.  When the babies are wrapped in tiny blankets (causing the babies to resemble little Bat burritos), they feel safe in their temporary home.  A little affection from the rescuers helps too.

After a few months, rescuers will release the baby Bats back into the wild. 

Flying Foxes are Bats that feed primarily on fruit, pollen, and nectar.  The world's 60 species of Flying Foxes are found in tropical regions.  Unlike insect-eating bats, which are usually smaller in size, Flying Foxes do not use echolocation to find food.  Instead, they have well-developed senses of smell and eyesight.  Many species of Flying Fox are threatened with extinction due to illegal hunting and persecution.

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21 Dec 22:11

TLC to Air My Husband's Not Gay, About Gay Mormon Men Married to Women

by Isha Aran

"Well I'm interested in men, I'm just not interested in men."

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23 Dec 15:00

Minimalist Nativity Set

by Nanette Wong

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Minimalist Christmases just got even more minimalist(y). London-based designer Emilie Voirin recently successfully funded the Minimal Nativity Set, a modern, handcrafted version of the Nativity scene.

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Made out of beechwood or brass, the contemporary nativity scene consists of minimal pieces that have lost their features and colors for a streamlined appearance. The popular scene is now only recognized by the names inscribed onto the pieces.

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The set is for everyone to interpret individually. Its minimalist take on the traditional biblical scene can lead to conversation about the accuracy of its representation.

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“Each culture appropriates the features of the figures and I find the variations quite fascinating. This version is somewhat a compromise.”

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The Kickstarter is also helping to fund a life-size installation to be exhibited at Southwark Cathedral in London.

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22 Dec 22:19

We Did It For Science: 12 Hours at The Grove on the Saturday Before Christmas

by Curbed Staff

Every once in a while, we send writer/comedian Megan Koester to do something awful, like spend the night in a $12-an-hour hotel or, as in today's installment, hang out at The Grove for the entire day on the Saturday before Christmas. Somehow she survived and tells the tale here.
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[Photos by Megan Koester]

Saturday, December 20, 10:30 am: I have never taken an Uber before, as I have heard only negative things about the company and it's employees. That being said, my personal safety is worth less than the "free UberBLACK ride to The Grove, up to $150" promotion that is currently taking place. After a near-tear-inducing 30 minutes spent trying to use the app, my driver Hakob is en route. He texts me, "hi Megan can you send your adres?uber." I have already entered my address into the application. My alleged eight-minute wait becomes 10 minutes, then 12, then 15. I watch him overshoot my place on the map and directionlessly shuffle around the neighborhood like a mouse in a maze. What is this, Hakob's first rodeo?

He finally arrives, looking dazed, at 10:45. "Sorry," he explains, "I came all the way from Hollywood." I live in East Hollywood. The scent of cologne in Hakob's blacked-out Chevy Suburban is far too pungent for this hour of the morning; it begins to make my head hurt. According to The Grove's website, if I want a free ride back all I have to do is make a purchase of $450 or more. I will be Lyfting home.

11 am: Hakob drops me off with an emotionless, robotic "Have a nice day" as a pained young man in a concierge outfit opens the rear door of the Suburban and releases me into my home for the next 12 hours. Within two minutes, I've already boarded the trolley—you better believe I took one of the highly coveted top seats. "It's beautiful!" a woman exclaims about nothing in particular as she takes artless photos of said nothing with her cell phone.

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An inane song about having a "Candy Cane Christmas" plays overhead as the conductor informs us that the trolley gives The Grove's guests a "nostalgic" experience reminiscent of Los Angeles's former streetcars. He then tells us we'll be making a midway stop at the Cheesecake Factory. The nostalgia is palpable. People ooh and aah as he points out the sites—the second largest tree in Los Angeles is here! Look, to our left! There's the new Diane Von Furstenberg store! Multiple riders photograph it.

11:15 am: The trolley ride is over. I am already intolerably bored.

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11:20 am: I joylessly watch the fountain's "festive musical salute to the holiday season." When it ends, my fellow mall-goers applaud at the water, thanking it for its service.

11:30 am: A big announcement comes over the loud speakers—The Top Hats, The Grove's own proprietary "high energy dance troupe," will be performing a "magical musical extravaganza" on the trolley in five minutes! My prayer candle worked!

11:40 am: Where the fuck are the Top Hats? Time is money here—as I have no intention to shop, I desperately need entertainment. "Look," a guy says to his wife, gesticulating toward the fountain. "Water." A Christmas song performed by accused rapist CeeLo plays in sync with the fountain's endless, undulating flow.

11:45 am: Still no Top Hats. This is unacceptable. I lustfully stare at the bar above Nordstrom. Is 11:45 am an acceptable time to start drinking? It is Saturday, after all.

12:00 pm: I'm so bored, I actually start shopping. I come perilously close to purchasing a $25 bikini at Topshop because, in my altered state, I have convinced myself it's a "good deal." Good lord, Koester, keep it together! I think. You've only been here an hour and you've already lost your goddamned mind.

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12:15 pm: In the plush, spacious restroom next to the concierge stand, I use The Grove's free WiFi to watch a live feed of The Grove's fountain, which I'm convinced exists solely to cheekily ask the question, "What drought?" An outrageously loud cover of "Let it Snow" plays amidst the screams of an infant getting its diaper changed. It is impossible to concentrate on anything but its screams, the music, and the diaper's rancid smell. The infant's name is Skylar.

1 pm: I take a brief sojourn to the Farmer's Market, where I stumble upon a horrifyingly festive site—elderly people singing and dancing to Christmas songs that have been "hula-fied." "Santa couldn't make it," the ukulele player tells the audience, "but here's his wife: Mrs. Claus." A white woman in a Santa hat slowly, awkwardly begins to shimmy to the unsteady melody of the ukulele player and drummer.

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1:15 pm: GROVE PRO TIP: Don't want to wait over one American hour to be seated at the Cheesecake Factory? Skip the endless line, which is spilling out the door, and belly up to the bar! I order two small plates (one of fried cheese, another of warm asparagus salad) and a SkinnyLicious® Long Island Iced Tea. My friend Sam, who is lunching with me, mentions she has a Klout perk coupon for acai-infused alcohol. My face contorts in glee as I realize I also have one—and it's in my wallet. "Just get a cup from Coffee Bean and pour some in it," she tells me. "No one will know."

There is a Whole Foods across the street that'll take the coupon, and the idea of maintaining sobriety for the next 10 hours seems impossible. I can't get loaded at Cheesecake Factory, though—the Long Island, I was horrified to discover after it had already been served to me, cost $10.50. Which brings up an important question: Can I leave the confines of The Grove to purchase hooch to smuggle back in?

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As I ponder this, a woman who looks like a Real Housewife of Insert Location Here approaches us and slurs, "I'm sorry, can I ask you a question?" Her well-manicured hand points at Sam's tater tots; she asks, "What. Are. THOSE?!?" "They're the stuffed potato bites," Sam answers. "Are they … amazing?!?" the housewife asks. "Yes," Sam solemnly replies.

2:15 pm: One hour and $25 later, I find myself slightly faded from the Long Island Iced Tea, wondering what's next. As Sam takes her leave, I watch an oblivious man almost behead the daughter he's carrying on his shoulders. An Ugg-booted preteen sits on the curb, silently sobbing. Near her, a jazz quintet in Santa hats plays to sparse applause.

2:45 pm: I check out the parking garage's digital sign, which informs me how many available spaces exist on each level. It is riddled with ones and zeros. I return to the bathroom; a woman is re-wrapping her wounded leg on the overstuffed couch. The bathroom, while well maintained, nevertheless smells strongly of female genitalia.

"I'm gonna get drunk and go to the American Girl store," I declare to no one in particular.

3:45 pm: In my ceaseless wandering, I pass an ad for the Top Hats. They apparently perform at 6:45 and 7:45 pm every evening, not 11:30 am like the earlier announcement promised. I am upset that I have been deceived, but grateful to have something to look forward to. The mall is reaching critical mass; it has become impossible to walk without getting run into by a rogue child actively being ignored by its indifferent parents. "Mom! Mom! Mom! Mom!" a young girl screams while frantically tugging at the hem of her mother's Boho dress. Her mother steadfastly refuses to hang up the phone or acknowledge the child's presence.

4:00 pm: I smoke my hourly cigarette with the Topshop employees on the outskirts of the mall; before me, a book published by the International Society for Krishna Consciousness, entitled "Beyond Birth and Death," lies on the sidewalk.

An irate man in sweatpants yells at his son, "Let's go. I'm NOT shopping. I know what I want." He storms away in a huff, leaving the child behind in an ever-increasing fray. I find the source of the Krishna literature, a young man holding court with a group of wide-eyed dreamers. "So ... are these free?" a coed asks, investigating a book. "Yes! We're just asking for a donation," he replies. She hands the book back to him.

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4:15 pm: The Grove's Rules of Conduct are posted on the wall that flanks my smoking spot; as abject boredom has forced me to smoke more than I usually do, I have committed most of the rules to memory. They are, in my assessment, being broken left and right. Non-service animals in sweaters surround me at every turn, most too large to comply with the "must carry dogs" rule. I quickly discover that there is a finite number of times one can see a dog wearing a festive sweater before one stops feeling anything, up to and including judgment for said dog's owner.

4:20 pm: The number and variation of covers of "Baby It's Cold Outside" I have heard cannot be quantified. My favorite, I decide, is the one by She & Him; I enjoy it because Zooey Deschanel is the one who takes on the song's predatory male role. In related news, I have lost my mind.

4:30 pm: I watch an enormous dog take a shit on the sidewalk outside Tommy Bahama, much to the horror of its owners. I realize the futility of even to try writing anything as funny as this visual.

My friend Dave meets me outside Tommy Bahama; as neither of us has ever had the privilege to enter one, we decide to check it out. I spritz myself with the brand's signature fragrance; I immediately regret doing so. It is pungent, and not in a pleasant way. Buzz waning, I finally cave into temptation and hit up the bar above Nordie's. Dave's drink is an inconsumable layer of vodka poured over a shot of lemon juice; mine has a needless red wine topper. Both cost $13.

5:30 pm: It's an unacceptable time to eat, which means it's time for my dinner reservation at the American Girl café. I smoke a cigarette outside, reeking of Tommy Bahama perfume, and try not to look like a sex predator as I wait for my dining companion.

A sign above the escalator in the store informs customers that, if they or their children are wearing Crocs, they should use the elevator. There are women here whose job it is to brush doll hair; I pity them endlessly. Heidi Klum and her daughter exit the dining room as my companion Veronica and I enter—I find her skin frustratingly luminescent.

We do not have our own dolls; as such, we must borrow loaners. Mine is African-American. Veronica's is, according to the excitable young woman who seats us, "a Latina!" Both have seen better days.

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"I'm gonna eat the fuck out of those," Veronica says as a plate of piping hot, clearly canned, cinnamon rolls is placed on our table. We are surrounded by young girls, most of whom brought their own dolls, and their harried parents, who drink beers served in wine glasses. A miniature cup of tea is placed in front of Veronica's plastic Latina doll.

7 pm: After a wonderfully microwaved meal, we leave the American Girl store as artificial snow rains down on us. "Is it carcinogenic?" Veronica asks. "Probably," I reply.

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7:30 pm: We are desperately in need of a drink, but there is—to our horror—no seating available in the Whisper Lounge. We instead go to Mixology 101, a bar owned by Planet Hollywood that has been featured on Extra. As an all-white band plays reggae in the corner, I peruse the drink menu; one concoction contains gin and whole milk. I am, while intrigued, too terrified to order it. My friend Allen meets us; he, like everyone else who has come to visit so far, asks if I've heard the news about the girlfriend-murdering cop killer in New York. It puts a bit of a damper on our otherwise festive surroundings.

8:45 pm: As I enjoy a post-Mixology-101 smoke outside of Dylan's Candy Bar, an elderly white woman shuffles by. "There's a lot of candy in there," she tells her companion. She is not lying.

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9:15 pm: My visitors have both left; once again, I am alone. I take a wholly unfulfilling, Cheesecake Factory/American Girl café-induced trip to an unspeakably filthy Nordstrom restroom. Afterward, I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror—I look tired, haggard, broken. And I haven't even bought anything.

9:30 pm: I walk by a rather large menorah. It's a nice gesture, given that The Grove is located in the Fairfax District, but the fact that it's situated next to the enormous fucking Christmas tree (the second largest in the state!) makes said gesture feel hollow.

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10 pm: It is, apparently, happy couple hour. I walk through a sea of them, smiling into their iPhone screens while pecking each other on the cheek, on my way to go smoke for the millionth time. I have been at The Grove 11 hours; the end is nigh. For all of us. Uh oh, I'm drifting into existential territory. Why are we here? Did our merciful maker, the reason for the season, put us on Earth solely to consume? Will we be remembered when we die? Wait—STOP EVERYTHING. "All I Want for Christmas (Is You)" by Mariah Carey has started playing. I love this song! My angst is immediately averted. Rick Caruso, I think, you are one sick and brilliant fuck.

10:15 pm: I have found myself, once again, smoking in front of The Grove Code of Conduct. Did you know "engaging in any unlawful activity or behavior" is not permitted in the Grove? Or, for that matter, anywhere laws exist? Meanwhile, the cop car that has been illegally parked in a fire zone since I arrived sits, unmanned.

10:30 pm: There is still a comically large line to take pictures with Santa. Don't these brats have a bedtime? I ask myself. The state should remove them from their parents' custody.

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10:45 pm: I order my last drink of the night, a dirty gin martini, at the La Piazza Ristorante outdoor bar. As I soak in a "breathtaking" view of the fountain, two shrill middle-aged women to my left animatedly talk about what a bitch someone named Linda is. "Happy holidays," the bartender tells them as he lays down their tab. "Merry Christmas," one of them replies, making deep, judgmental eye contact. "Merry. CHRISTMAS." —Megan Koester
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21 Dec 23:59

Sony Co-Chair Amy Pascal Wants Idris Elba To Be the Next James Bond

by E. Alex Jung
Kevespada

Elizabeth Cantillon is my old boss.


Sony co-chair Amy Pascal wrote a lot of regrettable things in her leaked e-mail correspondences, so it's nice to read something we can agree with: she wants Idris Elba to be the next James Bond. The Daily Beast reports that in an e-mail to Elizabeth Cantillon, a former vice president for Columbia Pictures, which distributes the Bond films, Pascal simply typed, "Idris should be the next bond." Yes, please.

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