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Agustín Hernández di que se manterá a multa de 750 euros ao gandeiro, a quen critica por non querer chegar a un acordo. Di que que as bostas das vacas "son un perigo para a seguridade viaria".
Consumer goods giant Unilever will stop utilizing maceration, the process of grinding up baby male chickens they cannot use. Instead, the company is creating a technology to determine sex before the chicks hatch.
Baby chickens on a chicken farm, close up.
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On Wednesday, the world's third largest consumer good company, Unilever, announced that it would plan to seek alternatives to the widespread practice of maceration, or grinding up day-old male chicks that egg buyer companies have no use for.
Unilever purchases more than 350 million eggs a year for brands such as Best Foods, Hellmann's mayo, Ben & Jerry's, and Slim-Fast, and is now the first and only major egg buyer to take a public stance against maceration.
The statement the company made today is vague, and there is no indication that they will stop buying eggs from factories that kill newborn male chicks. Unilever has, however, committed to work with industry leaders to finance a technology that determines the sex of a chicken embryo long before it hatches.
"We are committed to providing financial support to research and market introduction of in-ovo gender identification (sexing) of eggs, a new technology that has the potential to eliminate the hatching and culling of male chicks in the poultry-breeding industry," the Unilever statement says.
The Humane Society of the United States, along with Farm Forward, The Humane League, and Compassion in World Farming, have shown support for the company's decision.
Paul Shapiro, the vice president for farm animal protection at the Humane Society, spoke to BuzzFeed and said that although Unilever cannot stop maceration immediately, their announcement is a good first step.
"This is really significant, because Unilver is the first major egg buyer to announce their opposition to this practice," said Shapiro. "They're way ahead of their competitors on this issue, but there's still a lot more work to be done."
Unilver already requires their eggs to be cage free. Shapiro says that after this technology is released, he believes the company would require their users to use it as well.
Farm Forward, a nonprofit advocacy and consulting group, also supports the alternative technology.
"By determining the gender of embryos long before they hatch, in-ovo sexing will eliminate the need to incubate and hatch male chicks, sparing millions of baby birds each year from the stressful process of manual sexing and killing," the company said in a press release.
Ben Goldsmith, the executive director of Farm Forward, said that the egg industry "has a terrible track record when it comes to animal welfare, and grinding millions of animals while still fully conscious is just one example."
"We applaud Unilever's announcement as well as the leadership it continues to show in listening to consumer calls for humane treatment of animals."
If drugs are your thing, 2014 is a great time to be alive. The US seems to be full steam ahead on inevitable marijuana legalization, Vermont is now looking at heroin abuse as a health problem rather than a criminal offense, and the public stigma of using harder party drugs seems to fade day by day. But with this new frontier of drug Perestroika comes a new set of challenges, and for some users, the chief among those seems to be boredom with the old delivery methods.
In a recent lengthy thread on an infamous and private Facebook group for women in Southern California, users mentioned getting cocaine blown—literally blown, not inserted—up their butts. According to the young lady who started the discussion, she would “never do coke the old way again.” Others responded, days later, extolling the pleasures of this new approach. “It hits you faster.” “The numbness.” “A more intense high.” I had to dig deeper and see if this was just an isolated incident or if it was, in fact, a trend on the rise.
Sure enough, googling “coke up butt” took me right to this LiveLeak video (NSFW) of a young lady in Rothbury, Michigan, at the Electric Forest music festival, having a young man blow a straw-full of cocaine into her anus. Sadly, despite the completely chaste nature of the act filmed, many of the tags for the video contained pejoratives like “whore” and “skank.” More importantly, the upload date was July 16 of this year! Not long after that, hundreds of people talked about it on Reddit in a post titled "Is it ok to blow cocaine up a girls ass?"
The trail was hot.
A simplified form of the practice has existed for ages, and it even has its own slang term, "boofing," but it never seemed like something I would try. I'd always dismissed it as the kind of schoolyard rumor perpetuated by kids who will believe anything, or occasionally as just one short chapter in someone's myriad anal adventures. Suddenly, though, It was being discussed as a fad.
The existing literature on the subject didn't include the blowing method. Some people said they got off from the numbness alone, or would be fucked after the numbness took effect. Others just wanted a new way to get high. But while there were somewhat detailed instructions, the preferred method seemed to be mixing a tiny bit of water with two snorts’ worth of powder, and using an oral medication syringe to get the mixture up there. I decided I needed a professional opinion.
I called the Kaiser Permanente Media Relations team for a physician's viewpoint, and a very nice woman named Kate spoke with me. I asked her about it and she fell silent. “I know it’s funny," I said, hoping the conversation could recover, "but I just want to understand the possible health effects on a more fundamental level.”
“I’d say it’s more sad actually,” Kate replied.
“Oh. Yeah. That’s the word I should’ve used. Sad.”
Overall, Kate was extremely helpful and promised to contact all the gastroenterologists to see if anyone would weigh in. A week later she informed me that Kaiser would be “passing on this opportunity.” I can hardly blame them. They're a large healthcare organization. Could I really have pictured them having a position on something called "boofing?"
Still, the internet had spoken. I had to try it.
Right before zero hour, I showered and scrubbed like I’d never done before in my life. My assistant (who shall remain anonymous) was wonderful enough to volunteer her time and lack of squeamishness for this experiment. The least I could do was give her an immaculately sterilized field of operations. I had looked up how anal porn stars prepped for a scene to make sure no dookie made an appearance, but an enema seemed a bit like overkill so I made do with a bunch of cupped handfuls of water in the shower.
I prepared the three methods described online. First, we’d attempt blowing the coke up my butt through a tube with lung power. Second, I’d mix a bit of water with the powder and inject the solution into my colon using a liquid syringe. Finally, I’d try just poking some dry powder right up there with my finger. My assistant, a virgin to cocaine herself, wouldn’t ever need to touch the stuff.
For the first method we used a plastic tampon applicator as the tunnel, both for ease of insertion, and because I feared no mere plastic straw could stand up to the strength of my clench. I started by chopping up approximately one third of a gram of blow into what I considered normal sized lines. It had been a while since I’d used this stuff in the more traditional sense, so I erred on the side of shorter lines. I spooned two lines into the applicator, careful not to tip it too far, lest the powder spill out the slits of the domed end.
We got the tip in me without any real difficulty. We let our laughter subside a bit and put on our game faces. She took a breath and blew into the Tampax tube. Had we the slightest bit of understanding of aerodynamics, we’d have been fully prepared for what happened next, which was the dead end of my rectum forcing the blown air to turn around and exit the side of the tube it came from.
“That didn’t work. And, my lips are very numb,” she said. “I think the coke went into my mouth.”
This may have been the most unique first time coke experience for anyone ever.
I let myself wait for a bit to see if I felt anything. Perhaps some of the coke had found its way in me after all. It was supposed to hit in about 20 seconds. Much more quickly than with inhalation. But I wasn’t feeling anything, so we moved on to round two.
I scooped two lines into the un-stoppered barrel of a baby medicine syringe. After adding a tiny bit of water and shaking up the whole solution, we put the plunger back in and slid the head of the syringe into my bum. This time it worked. Once the plunger was fully depressed, the thankfully empty syringe came back out and I instinctively shook my ass around like we were in a Looney Tunes cartoon. I guess I wanted the solution to fully coat all exposed surface areas of my rectum walls.
Success! I was chatty and a little sweaty a minute later. My assistant was enjoying her own high at that point. “My teeth are numb! How long will this last? This tastes so weird!” I was determined to give her a typical coke high experience, so we rode out the buzz with some lively discussion about the issues of the day, the representation of women in video games, and how we should totally, like, go camping some time, y’know?
Once I was on enough of a comedown that I’d be able to judge the efficacy of the third, and crudest, method, I pinched the final line between my thumb and finger, and pressed the powder into my balloon knot. Coke (of course) spilled onto the carpet, and I stood there like an idiot, afraid to pull my pants back up, lest more of the stuff decide it wasn’t going to stay up there. I suddenly realized that it probably wasn't the only time during this process that I looked like an idiot.
My butthole got numb, and I felt a little re-up from the drug. But I was mostly ready to be done with this. I was antsy and uncomfortable. I felt like the teaspoon of water from that mixed solution was going to leak out of me at any moment like a 1990s-era Olestra discharge, and my anesthetized asshole wouldn’t be able to tell. Coke can make you have to shit as it is.
In the end, my high was no more significant than when I opt for the more orthodox approach, so the effort-to-payoff ratio is wildly lopsided. Who needs a Rube Goldberg-style delivery method when snorting will give you the same results? Maybe the girls from that original Facebook thread were just excited to be early adopters. Maybe they were having a laugh, and I ended up becoming the joke for trying it myself. Maybe I have a broken ass, and am doomed to never fully tap into the sensory pleasure center that others have there. Whatever the reason, coke up the ass is not worth the trouble.
If ever the word “fap” stood a chance of entering the dictionary, this was it. The leak of over 100 nude pictures of actresses this week, known as “The Fappening,” has exposed the world’s most famous bodies and triggered a media firestorm.
The popular view among feminists has been to encourage others to avoid the pictures entirely. But this argument is self-defeating: by mentioning the pictures and watching their own articles get retweeted, journalists still draw their readers into a “scandal.” Which isn’t to say that writers should ignore the story, it’s just ludicrous to expect readers not to follow it up and find the images. Hadley Freeman, in an otherwise agreeable piece, says that she has “never understood the appeal in looking at naked photos of people who I don’t know and who certainly have no interest in me.” Dear Hadley Freeman, I love you, but the rest of us sometimes watch porn.
Such arguments imply that looking at an image will plant the seed of misogynist evil, Videodrome-style, inside a viewer’s head. Unless the leak was a combined effort by one hundred celebrities’ ex-boyfriends, it has nothing to do with “revenge porn.” Nor is it, ultimately, a grotesque act of theft, "thought crime," or body-shaming to look at the pictures. We can’t feasibly expect everyone to ignore clickbait, though the news that McKayla Maroney’s images depict her while underage is a horribly grim twist to the affair, rendering the images child pornography, and definitely not OK to be shared.
Pornography is exactly what this incident is about, though perhaps in less obvious ways. Though the images show only female targets, it’s less of a gender issue than one of voyeurism and celebrity culture. In most of these pictures, the nudity itself isn’t what's especially remarkable: Olivia Munn and Christina Hendricks were subject to previous leaks, Kim Kardashian built a career on her sex tape, and Rihanna wore a see-through dress on the red carpet back in June. We live in a post-Miley world of songs about Iggy Azalea’s pussy and Nicki Minaj’s ass. A world GoneWild. A world where nudity is mainstream.
A list of things potentially more pornographic than J-Law on a sofa might include:
– Islamic State beheading videos
– Britney Spears’ shaved head
– Rob Ford on crack
– Rihanna’s swollen face after being attacked by Chris Brown
– Joan Rivers’ live-tweeted life support
All of the above are disturbing, and all received mainstream media coverage. The issue with The Fappening is definitely one of consent—that, of course, is what separates anything in the uploader's cache from Rihanna's see-through dress; Rihanna chose to present herself in that way, the victims of the Fappening absolutely did not. But our appetite for pornographic trespass is no longer for accidentally bared skin, but accidentally bared humanity. We want to know the setting the woman is in, the story behind each shot. This makes the denials or the humbled explanations on chat shows after a photo leak part of the process of getting off. We don’t care about seeing a celebrity naked—we just want to see them suffer.
I think Olivia Munn’s originally leaked pictures, which surfaced in 2012, remain more revealing than anything in more recent leaks. In them, text overlays a series of otherwise mundane shots, graphically detailing Munn’s fantasies. Anyone who has ever attempted sex talk over Facebook chat will be familiar with the recycling of formulaic terms heard in porn, mawkishly guessing what the other person wants to hear, and how mortifying an experience it would be if those clumsy but personal fantasies were exposed.
Similarly, it’s the DIY imperfection of images like Kate Upton and Justin Verlander looking over their shoulders into a bathroom mirror that are memorable, not for the bared skin but for how adorably goofy they look. This is where the internet stops wanting your body and begins to eat away at your soul: ultimately, we look to invade the lives of our celebrities. What will succeed the sex tape—the death tape? The celebrities-going-to-the-toilet tape? The giving-birth-live-on-E! network special?
Nudity is no longer intimate enough: what we want to see, most of all, is failure. And this is where the trolls get off: because they view the leaks as confirmation that the women in these pictures are stupid. “The Fappening” confirms their tenet that men, not pretty girls, are what makes the world—or at least the internet—go around. It confirms that they know more about technology, and privacy, and basic iCloud maintenance. It reassures them that the web is a patriarchal place, that the biggest risks in online life apply not to them but to nubile young women, who, granted the power of sex appeal, risk losing it all when that sex appeal is publicly distributed. You’d have to wonder if these men – who you can find in your nearest Fappening-related comments section – get off more on lecturing women about online security than they do on the actual pictures.
Some women, too, are complicit. The “If My iPhone Got Hacked” Twitter hashtag is an info-orgy of Mean Girls-style faux self-deprecation: following suit from Anna Kendrick’s tweet that her phone “would just be food and photos of other people’s dogs anyway,” Twitter users—a large number of them female—are smugly listing the brunch shots and blurry pictures of housepets that fill their phones, the implication being that these boring collections make them somehow morally superior and "unfappable." If not outright slut-shaming, it’s certainly slut-shading, and subtly othering the victims.
Jessica Valenti tweeted that “People are titillated by leaked nude photos BECAUSE it is nonconsensual.” Which is true, but what many overlook is that the risk involved in taking these pictures might be exactly what their subjects enjoyed in the first place—not the risk that they'd be shared with the world, obviously, but the risk involved in sharing such intimate snapshots with one other individual. This is absolutely not intended as victim-blaming, but one of the oddly reassuring takeaways from this has got to be that celebrities really are like us: they pull unconvincing selfie faces, they emulate (badly) the poses they see in porn in cheesy pictures meant for their partners. They feel entitled to all the rituals of a normal relationship.
People are titillated by leaked nude photos BECAUSE it is nonconsensual. Please consider that before you go searching for images.
Because this is normal relationship behavior. It's one of those generational things that older readers might not fathom, but for anyone who has grown up in the eye of a smartphone lens it seems natural. We all take pictures of ourselves, some of them pornographic, and will continue to do so as long as humans fap and smartphones are available on contract. The "pics or it didn’t happen" rule has filtered into the fabric of everyday relationships, and surveys show that the majority of us are at ease with the idea of sexting. One Vox piece aptly noted that telling young people not to take these pictures is another form of abstinence education. They’re going to happen, and it’s up to us to teach responsibility rather than condemnation.
The unpleasant truth is that every child after the late 80s was born with human SEO, along with a duty to maintain it. We willingly pose and download and blindly click through terms and conditions, feeding the surveillance society we live in. We’re used to being sold out and repeatedlyfailed by our technology: why not just admit defeat and give our bodies to the internet? Already our past selves are littered all over it: our surly LiveJournal accounts we’ve forgotten the password to, those drunk photos from Freshers Week, that clothing malfunction on a beach trip... Which brings me to my final point: by the time the Snapchat generation comes of age, all of us will be naked on the internet. We might as well get used to it now. I’m not saying it’s fair or remotely ethical that photos are leaked, or hacked, or posted by angry ex-boyfriends. But by accepting the inevitable we can begin to regain some control.
Artist Jeff Victor has compiled an illustrated evolution of the favorite Batman character Catwoman. Look at all the adorable versions Selina Kyle and how she has transformed over the years.
David Guetta has today lost a legal battle with the European Publishing Standards board after his request to name an anthology of is popular hits “The Best Of David Guetta” was rejected on the grounds that his music can’t be described as the best of anything.
According to the EPS for something to be considered the best of anything it must adhere to stringent standards of quality and excellence, something which they claim the music of David Guetta does not do.
“We’ve no problem titling albums the best of this person or the best of this genre,” claimed EPS spokesperson Christopher Millet. “But unfortunately Mr. Guetta’s music isn’t the best of anything, it’s not even the best of David Guetta, he can do better.”
“The best has to suggest a degree of excellence in the chosen musical genre which is founded on innovation and artistic integrity,” he continued, “something which isn’t immediately apparent when listening to the back catalogue of the man who wrote the lyrics ‘I’ve gotta find some words to describe this girl without being disrespectful’ and then went on to be immediately disrespectful, calling her a ‘sexy bitch’”.
“Is that worthy of the adjective ‘best?’” he added.
The board claimed that they would allow Mr. Guetta to use alternative names for the anthology CD that “sound more fitting for the level of aesthetic merit that the music has” with some even suggesting titles like “EDM type pop music for teenagers by David Guetta”, “The Poor To Medium Output of David Guetta” and “Noises what David Guetta made that some people like to dance to but most people think is subpar”.
The commission concluded by suggesting that this album “just wasn’t the best of David Guetta” and that, like most EDM producers working today, he’s capable of making much better music that “would warrant the tagline ‘best of’” but instead chooses to make EDM for a pay day.
A cooperativa NUMAX, impulsada por profesionais do audiovisual, lánzase á procura de avalistas para poñer en marcha, a comezos de 2015, unha sala de cinema e un espazo creativo en Santiago.
Convoca as forzas políticas, sindicais e sociais a unha xuntanza aberta para se unir e artellar medidas, propostas e mobilizacións contra a "ofensiva antidemocrática e a escalada autoritaria" que o PP pretende para "gobernar sen o apoio da maioría social".
I’m almost hesitant to even write this for fear of being branded a bad mother, but sometimes I feel like I don’t take enough pictures of my son. I know, I know. It’s the cardinal sin of parenting – never miss a moment! The ABC’s of raising a child – Always. Be. Camera. If you want to have a fucking kid, you have to be camera. Good dad? Go fuck yourself. You’re nothing without rolls and rolls of your child’s life on film. Good parents take snapshots all the time.
Sure, I’ve got a couple of Mason’s precious moments developed and laminated. His first steps. His first trip the hospital. His last steps. All the major milestones. I’ve got plenty of pictures of him in the bathtub. Lots of shots of his penis as a baby. He keeps asking me to get rid of them, but I know he’ll want them later. That’s how kids are; they protest all these bathtub penis photos, thinking that they’ll never look back and cherish those days when they had really small dicks. But, we parents know better. We know that one day, they’ll have their own kids. And they’ll bathe their children, and as they wash the little hands and little feet and look down, they’ll think, “Did my penis look like that when I was a baby?” And they’ll bust out the old photo albums and compare penises with their children. It’s important to do what’s best for our children’s future, even if it makes them uncomfortable now.
That’s why I’m finding it a bit hard to have any sympathy for these celebrities that had their nude photos leaked this weekend. Jennifer Lawrence, Aubrey Plaza, Judi Dench – beautiful young starlets, beacons of virginal purity, tainted and degraded by the crushing weight of digital permanence. Like Samson bringing down the walls of Philistine temple, Christina Hendricks’s huge tits smashed through the lackluster security measures put in place by Apple’s iCloud. But, is this really a moment of shame for these young women, or is it merely a bonding experience between us regular folks and the celebs? Is this really not something they won’t look back on and cherish?
In many ways, celebs are sort of like our children. We live vicariously through them, all the while criticizing their every action in a loving but dismissive way, despite the fact that comparatively, we’ve done absolutely nothing with our own lives. We mock and deride them, but only because we cherish and envy their youth and virility. We understand that their presence supersedes ours, but our latent jealousy is kept in check by our possession of their naked bathtub photos, and the delicate power play is kept in balance – just like the mother-son relationship.
I for one think these young women should be grateful. They should appreciate the fact that the world cares enough to steal their personal photos and use them as masturbation aides. They should appreciate our attention, our gaze, our desire to document and infiltrate their lives with the kind of parental love that we would show our own flesh and blood. Because before Jennifer Lawrence knows it, she’s just going to be an old shitty actress, and she’s going to want to remember the days when everyone gawked at pictures of her genitals. Just like my son panics whenever I show house guests pictures of his tiny bathtub baby penis, Lawrence must initially panic as the whole world stares upon her indecencies, but we all know, as adults and parents, that this whole ordeal is for the best.
Vernon Dalhart (1881-1948), born Marion Try Slaughter, was the first star of country music. He sold so many records in the early 1920s he owned two Cadillacs. Gather round and have a listen to some of Vernon Dalhart's greatest hits.
Dalhart often wrote about current events. A journey through his songs is a sentimental folksy trip through history. He covered the Scopes monkey trial, Lindbergh's record flight, famouscriminals, natural disasters, and other sensational topics for the common man. Known as "Event Songs", they differed from traditional ballads in that they weren't designed to spread the news of an event rather to recount what people already knew, to put it into perspective, and were partly a form of sensational journalism.
"Calamity Jane" (1929) was recorded with fidler and vocalist Adelyne Hood. Calamity Jane was such a success that Hood and Dalhart would go on to record a number of duets profiling tough western women. Hood would take the lead in the songs, unusual for female artists at the time. Although much has been written about Calamity Jane, she wrote only one short memoir, The Life and Adventures of Calamity Jane, this well-read audiobook version is only 13 minutes.
"The Death of Floyd Collins" (1925) concerns one of the greatest media circus' of the 20th century, though few today know about it. In February 1925, a Kentucky hillbilly searching around Mammoth for a new cave became caught underground with only his head showing through in a tight passage. For two weeks a series of misguided moonshine fueled attempts were made to set Floyd free. It became front page news around the nation, one of the first live events broadcast on radio. The country was glued to newspaper and radio and it is considered the third biggest media event between the two world wars (next to Lindbergh's flight, and baby kidnapping). The song was the first of many books (Robert Penn Warren's The Cave), movies (Ace in the Hole), other songs, poems and plays about the legend of Floyd Collins. It helped inspire the creation of Mammoth Cave National Park.
"Golden Slippers" was a square-dance song first published in 1879 by African-American banjo player James A. Bland (freeborn from Flushing, New York). It was originally kown as "Oh! Dem Golden Slippers" and concerns going to heaven. American Western movies often played it, hammered out on a badly tuned rinky-tink piano or fiddle. It was even made into the iconic Golden Grahams theme song from the 1970s.[earworm]
"Putting On the Style" (1926) a folk song recorded by Dalhart and Carson Robinson. It melds together American folk song and English music hall. A low quality recording of the song performed by the Quarrymen, John Lennon's group live on July 6, 1957 exists although it has never been released officially. It was recorded the same day that Lennon met Paul McCartney, and is the earliest Beatles related recording that exists. Here's a later recording by the Quarrymen.
"The Prisoner's Song" (1924) followed close behind the Old 97, it was released on the B-side and also became a mega-hit. It was one of the best-selling records of the early 20th century. Around such riches arose battles over royalty rights. Such are the legends it's still not clear who really wrote Prisoner: Dalhart, his cousin, his cousin's brother, a studio man or even if the lyrics were found carved in the wall of a Georgia jail cell.
"The Sinking of the Titanic" (1924) - 12 years later the Titanic was still a potent subject. Although Dalhart wasn't the first to sing it, his version turned out to be the most popular. It has since become a standard sung by Cash, Statler Brothers and Hank Snow. It was sometimes used on the B-side of Old 97 (interchanged with Prisoner's Song) thus its popularity in the 20s.
"Wreck of the Old 97" (1924) was a runaway hit, it was the first million-selling country music release in the American record industry, eventually going on to sell 7 million copies in the 1920s. It concerns a spectacular train wreck near Danville, Virginia in 1903. The song was written a few months earlier by G. B. Grayson and Henry Whitter (1923) with Dalhart's version popularizing it. It would go on to become an American railroad standard recorded by countless artists over the 20th century, including Johny Cash, Hank Snow and others.
"When Your Hair Has Turned To Silver" (1931) - (mistaken inclusion, not by Dalhart)
"Wreck of the Shenandoah" (1925) concerns the airship USS Shenandoah which went down in a storm in Ohio in September 1925. Dalhart recorded it less than a week after. However some records were withdrawn in deference to the family of the deceased captain.
After 1933, Dalhart was out of the music industry. The Great Depression nearly wiped it out. He tried for a comeback at the end of the decade but failed. He ended up in Connecticut working menial desk jobs and as a night watchman. In 1948, he suffered a heart attack and died. Dalhart made southern folk music into a polished sound for those unfamiliar with it, making him one of the best known singers of the 20s and the most prolific recording artist of his time.
The Locas mixtape (all of the songs sung/heard/mentioned in Jaime Hernandez’s intitial run of Locas stories from Love & Rockets 1-50 as collected in the massive Locas book) is now available as a streamable playlist by clicking on the picture above or by clicking HERE. Still available as a download, too. Hecho en Bitchinville.
It's an all too common ritual: A product in the kitchen passes its "best before" date, so you toss it. Trouble is, it was probably perfectly safe to eat — and you just wasted good food. This is a problem that's only getting worse. Here's what you need to know about "expired" foods — and how to make sure you're eating safely.
The Idiot’s Guide to Smart People is back with an another anthropological look at the habits of smart people—this time in their natural habitat: college. Just remember, idiots: These videos are more about us smart people being able to laugh at ourselves than anything else, but feel free to laugh along with us.
Check out the trailer for The Idiot’s Guide to Smart People season two for a look at the other topics the series will cover:
Se acerca la más mexicana de las fiestas, la fiesta del 15 de septiembre, y por tanto, nuestro espíritu patriótico a pesar de los pesares, renace. Aquí les mencionaré platillos que acostumbramos estas fechas, aunque por supuesto, mencionarlos a todos en una única entrada, sería muy complocado. Vamos a empezar, para planear el festejo.
Quesadillas
En tortilla de maíz, de harina, hechas con masa cruda que se fríe o se cuece en comal, de varios rellenos: Flor de calabaza, hongos, chicharrón, tinga, papa, pollo, carne deshebrada, picadillo, sesos, combinadas con uno o varios de estos, y servidas con salsa roja o verde, con o sin crema y queso sobre ellas.
Tamales
Tamales ¿Como no mencionarlos? y ¿Como poder mencionar todos cuando se dice que hay más de 5 mil variedades en el País?, De harina de maíz cernida, masa colada, masa de maíz blanco, amarillo negro, de harina arroz, de garbanzo, de frijol, de elote fresco molido, dulces con rellenos como crema pastelera, piñones, nueces, pasitas, ates, frutas en dulce, como salados, vegetarianos, o de todo tipo de carnes, mariscos, pescado, aves, chicos o gigantes, de mole o pipián, rojos o verdes, de rajas con queso, nacatamales sin carne, esponjositos o firmes, de manteca o de mantequilla, e incluso echos con aceite para hacerlos más "saludables", envueltos en hojas de maiz, plátano, chaya, caña, hierba santa u otras que seguramente se utilizan en regiones que no conozco.
Chiles en Nogada
Los chiles en nogada, son el segundo que me viene a la mente, uno por su fama, dos por su combinación de los 3 colores de la bandera, y 3 por supuesto, por su sabor. Sin embargo, es más bien en agosto, cuando se considera el mes para este platillo, porque es cuando no "pican". Pero justamente por sus 3 colores, no deben faltar en una mesa mexicana. Aclaro que es un platillo caro, de gran demanda en muchos restaurantes de lujo que son famosos por sus platillos mexicanos de fama mundial. Sin embargo, si los hacen en casa, resultan mucho más accesibles. Por cierto, si al hacerlos, pierden uno, no lo busquen, mejor soportar un pequeño robo, a la vergüenza de que sepan lo miserables que pueden ser, por "balconear" a quien no se conformó con uno.
Elotes y esquites
Los elotes en forma de esquites, cocidos o asados, son buena idea para poner en la mesa de platillos patrios, sin olvidar colocar de forma estratégica, vasitos, cucharas, platos, crema, queso, mayonesa, chiles en polvo, desde los que no pican hasta los que hacen llorar, limones y todo para untar y espolvorear las mazorcas o para agregar a los esquites.
Birria
La Birria seca o caldosa, de chivo o carnero, y hasta de res o pollo, los moles de todos los colores, dulces o picantes, almendrados como el de Puebla, negro como el de Oaxaca, que igual tiene el "amarillito", los pipianes, o "pepianes", que se hacen con las pepitas de la calabaza, los integro en este apartado, porque igual se compran en pasta, ya elaborados, o en polvo, igual que los sabrosos moles, y son, como estos, para servir con pollo, cerdo o guajolote, principalmente.
Pancita o menudo
El sabroso menudo o la pancita, (Según en donde lo coman), caldosito, acompañado de tortillas recién hechas, que es altamente nutritivo y puede tener muy poco contenido de grasa (depende de si está bien limpio), y que se hace con las partes del estómago de la res y manitas de cerdo en algunas partes, es otro platillo muy solicitado, sobre todo, en las madrugadas o las mañanas después del festejo, para "curar la cruda".
Puede ser pancita roja, o menudo blanco o amarillo, porque le agregan azafrán para que quede de ese color. Servido con su cebolla picada,limón, chile seco o verde fresco picado y algunos otros ingredientes como orégano o hierbabuena. Así mismo, en algunas zonas lo combinan con pancita y granos de maíz. Cosa de costumbres y gustos de cada zona. Recuerden que no existe el "bueno", porque para cada región, el suyo lo es.
Manitas o patitas de cerdo en escabeche
Las manitas o patitas en vinagre o escabeche, o los cueritos, que se comen solos con salsa de botella, sal y limón, o en tostadas, como las sabrosas tostadas de pata cocida y picada, que llevan frijoles, crema, queso, salsa y lechuga. ¡Una delicia!
¿Y tú? ¿Cómo celebras la noche mexicana y que te gusta comer esa fecha?
Pouco a pouco voume achegando a aquel número que dixen ó chou (os 33 tacos). Porque non hai problema, México sempre ten novos tipos de tacos que propoñer.
E vaia se son diferentes estes, mirade a foto a ver que pensades:
Estes son os tacos acorazados (vaia nome). Son típicos de Cuernavaca. Son uns tacos enormes coma podedes ver (eu só fun capaz de tomar 1 de almorzo, non puiden darlle a outro, e iso que tiña ganas, porque o primeiro estivera moi bó). É un taco da familia dos tacos de guisado, pero neste caso con moito moito arroz. Arroz acompañado con carnitas. Neste caso as carnitas estaba desfiadas (moi, moi parecido ós rixóns en moitas partes de galicia). Moi ricas todas.
Coma se toma isto... pois coma podedes imaxinar, non hai maneirra de tomalo coma un taco, dun bocado. Hai que meterlle culler ou tenedor e ir tomando o de enriba. Non sei, é moi desconcertante: o taco está feito para poder ser comido ca man, e este hai qu e comelo nunha mesa.
E para facer as cousas ainda máis extrañas, ven sendo a primeira vez que en México non me teñen posto salsa para compañar os tacos:
A opción eran as clásicas rajas con cebola, zenoura e escabeche. E neste caso tamén parecía ser típico do sitio unha alternativa orixinal: pataca cocida con rajas de xalapeño. Moi ricas, pero... aquelo ardía meu. Ademáis non daba entendido moi ben coma mezclar a pataca co arroz e carnitas. Pero fixeno e dinlle para adiante.
Curiosamente, tamén tomei unha versión no posto da rúa, e xa eran máis parecidos os tacos que se fan en moitos outros sitios (excepto que non falta nunca o arroz):
Neste caso un de eles é de torta de carne (carne desfiada rebozada con ovo e supoño que algún tipo de fariña). Ese leva rajas. O que leva salsa xa é de algo que tamén teño visto no DF: chile recheo de queixo, capeado (rebozado)
El veto ha concluido. Navantia podrá construir de nuevo buques civiles a partir del 1 de enero de 2015, tras una prohibición que ha durado 10 años. Lo ha confirmado el comisario de la Unión Europea, Joaquín Almunia, tras una pregunta de la eurodiputada de AGE Lidia Senra.
«Xa non hai ningunha escusa. A Xunta de Galiza, o Goberno Central e a SEPI deben asumir as súas responsabilidades e comezar desde xa a buscar carga de traballo para Navantia. O momento é o propicio, pois o mercado mundial da construción naval está en alza e en Galiza precisamos urxentemente de postos de traballo», ha dicho Lidia Senra tras conocer la respuesta de Almunia.
El veto impidió a los astilleros públicos gallegos –Astano y la antigua Bazán, hoy Navantia- construir buques civiles durante los últimos 30 años, como afirma AGE en su comunicado. El último veto fue pactado en la reconversión naval de 2004. Ahora, desde el 1 de enero de 2015, según el anuncio de Bruselas, Navantia y el Estado Español dejarán de estar vinculados a los compromisos que adquirieron en su día, porque la limitación relativa a la construcción civil ya no se aplicará.
AGE pide a la Xuntal el Gobierno y la SEPI que estén a la altura de las circunstancias. «Que poñan os dereitos das persoas por diante dos intereses do capital», dice AGE, que espera que así se recupere carga de trabajo en los astilleros y, con ello, se recupere Ferrolterra.
El PSOE Ferrol exige búsqueda inmediata de carga de trabajo
Las reacciones al levantamiento del veto no se han hecho esperar. Paloma Rodríguez y Beatriz Sestayo, del PSOE de Ferrol, han exigido al Gobierno la búsqueda inmediata de carga de trabajo para Navantia. «El Gobierno debe considerar esta tarea como asunto de Estado y no debe desaprovechar las nuevas oportunidades que se presentan con el levantamiento del veto de la UE a la construcción civil», dicen las socialistas. Ambas han mostrado su satisfacción por la noticia.
Además, Rodríguez y Sestayo han aprovechado para pedir de nuevo la construcción del dique flotante. «Ya no tienen ninguna excusa aquellos que han estado tergiversando la realidad y manteniendo que el dique no se podía construir por ser considerado construcción civil y existir el veto de la UE», opinan las socialistas, afirmando que Navantia debe convertirse de nuevo en la empresa puntera que siempre fue y situarse al frente como fuente de trabajo y desarrollo para Ferrolterra.
«É o tempo e a oportunidade para Ferrolterra», dice Esquerda Unida
Esquerda Unida también ha mostrado su punto de vista respecto a la finalización del veto a la construcción civil. «É o tempo e a oportunidade para Ferrolterra», ha dicho Yolanda Díaz, coordinadora del partido. También ella ha efectuado una petición al Gobierno central: que, junto a la Xunta, programen una estrategia conjunta para conseguir el dique flotante y el dique seco cubierto.
«Esiximos do Goberno central, a SEPI e a Xunta a elaboración dun plano industrial para os estaleiros públicos da ría de Ferrol, que contemple de xeito particular os investimentos necesarios para pór en condicións de executar encargos de traballo ao estaleiro de Navantia Fene», dicen desde Esquerda Unida, que concreta este plan de trabajo en aspectos como inversiones productivas o aumento de plantilla.
If there's two things fans of the A Song of Ice and Fire book series can agree on, it's that 1) author George R.R. Martin is weaving an incredibly dense tale where far more happens (and has happened) than what's just on the page, and 2) that no character is safe from GRRM's murderous pen.
Relying on data from Pew's Religious Landscape survey, Tobin Grant, a political science professor at Southern Illinois University, produced this graph representing 44 different religious groups — and their views on the extent to which the U.S. government should be involved in moral and economic issues.
I can dig the pit hair and free range bush...but I draw the line at a mustache.
Estes son os tacos acorazados (vaia nome). Son típicos de Cuernavaca. Son uns tacos enormes coma podedes ver (eu só fun capaz de tomar 1 de almorzo, non puiden darlle a outro, e iso que tiña ganas, porque o primeiro estivera moi bó). É un taco da familia dos tacos de guisado, pero neste caso con moito moito arroz. Arroz acompañado con carnitas. Neste caso as carnitas estaba desfiadas (moi, moi parecido ós rixóns en moitas partes de galicia). Moi ricas todas.
