this is actually super fucking smartass of them
Reblogging as this is so important everyone! My mum had breast cancer and that shit is not nice so please check yourself ladies and gents! 💕💕💕
I feel this is unfinished...
Nicanor Segundo Parra Sandoval, uno de los más grandes e influyentes poetas (anti) de la literatura universal e hispanoaméricana, falleció este martes 23 de enero de 2018 a los 103 años de edad. El nacido en San Fabián de Alico en la Provincia de Ñuble en Chile, hermano mayor de Violeta, de Roberto, de Lalo, de Caupolicán, de Elba, de Tony Canarito e hijo de Nicanor y Rosa Clarisa Sandoval, nos dejó imaginariamente como uno de sus textos más célebres.
En 1933 Nicanor Parra entró a estudiar al Instituto Pedagógico de Chile, donde cursó Matemáticas y Física. Gracias a una beca otorgada por el Institute of International Education, en 1943 viajó a Estados Unidos para estudiar un posgrado en mecánica avanzada en la Universidad Brown.
Volvió Nicanor a Estados Unidos entre 1945 y 1946, como físico especialista en indeterminación y relatividad, y fue profesor titular de Mecánica Racional en la Universidad de Chile. En 1948, fue nombrado director interino de la Escuela de Ingeniería de dicha casa de estudios, cargo que ocuparía durante veinte años.
En 1949, gracias a una beca del Consejo Británico, se fue a estudiar cosmología por dos años a Oxford, Inglaterra, con el connotado científico Edward Arthur Milne.
Premio Nacional de Literatura en 1969 y Premio Cervántes en 2011, nunca recibió un Nobel por su anti-obra y sus famosos artefactos.
NICANOR PARRA, YO SOY EL INDIVIDUO
No es menester de este redactor contar más de la historia de Nicanor Parra, más bien la admiración profunda por su obra simplemente me hace escribir estas líneas y preparar una antología tan breve como significativa de lo que fueron sus palabras.
Porque Nicanor, tus 103 años en este anti-mundo no pasaron desapercibidos, más bien transformaste la ironía y el lenguaje popular en arte.
Fueron tus artefactos ingeniosa muestra de tu vida en la tierra, esa mirada risueña y malhumorada a la vez, esa contradicción permanente.
NICANOR PARRA Y SU ANTIPOESÍA
Nicanor Parra le habló al espacio y a Yuri Gagarin con este poema, y por acá iniciamos un gran viaje:
Las estrellas se juntan alrededor de la tierra
Como ranas en torno de una charca
A discutir el vuelo de Gagarin.
Ahora sí que la sacamos bien:
¡Un comunista ruso
Dando de volteretas en el cielo!
Las estrellas están muertas de rabia
Entretanto Yuri Gagarin
Amo y señor del sistema solar
Se entretiene tirándoles la cola.
Pero hay otras frases que simplemente dejan a Nicanor Parra en el olimpo de la palabra. Acá fragmentos escogidos.
SOLILOQUIO DEL INDIVIDUO
Yo soy el Individuo.
Formas veía en la obscuridad,
Nubes tal vez,
Tal vez veía nubes, veía relámpagos,
A todo esto habían pasado ya varios días,
Yo me sentía morir;
Inventé unas máquinas,
Yo soy el Individuo.
Apenas tenía tiempo para enterrar a mis muertos,
Apenas tenía tiempo para sembrar,
Yo soy el Individuo.
Años más tarde concebí unas cosas,
Crucé las fronteras
y permanecí fijo en una especie de nicho,
En una barca que navegó cuarenta días,
Yo soy el Individuo.
Luego vinieron unas sequías,
Vinieron unas guerras,
Tipos de color entraron al valle,
Pero yo debía seguir adelante,
Produje ciencia, verdades inmutables,
Di a luz libros de miles de páginas,
Se me hinchó la cara,
Construí un fonógrafo,
La máquina de coser,
Empezaron a aparecer los primeros automóviles,
Yo soy el Individuo.
Alguien segregaba planetas,
Pero yo segregaba herramientas,
Muebles, útiles de escritorio,
Yo soy el Individuo.
Se construyeron también ciudades,
Instituciones religiosas pasaron de moda,
Buscaban dicha, buscaban felicidad”
SINFONIA DE CUNA
Muerto de la risa
Dije good bye sir,
Siga su camino,
Que le vaya bien,
Que la pise el auto,
Que la mate el tren.
Ya se acabó el cuento,
Uno, dos y tres.
Nada es verdad, aquí nada perdura,
Ni el color del cristal con que se mira.
Hoy es un día azul de primavera,
Creo que moriré de poesía,
De esa famosa joven melancólica
No recuerdo ni el nombre que tenía.
Sólo sé que pasó por este mundo
Como una paloma fugitiva:
La olvidé sin quererlo, lentamente,
Como todas las cosas de la vida.
EL HOMBRE IMAGINARIO
El hombre imaginario
vive en una mansión imaginaria
rodeada de árboles imaginarios
a la orilla de un río imaginario
De los muros que son imaginarios
penden antiguos cuadros imaginarios
irreparables grietas imaginarias
que representan hechos imaginarios
ocurridos en mundos imaginarios
en lugares y tiempos imaginarios
Todas las tardes tardes imaginarias
sube las escaleras imaginarias
y se asoma al balcón imaginario
a mirar el paisaje imaginario
que consiste en un valle imaginario
circundado de cerros imaginarios
vienen por el camino imaginario
entonando canciones imaginarias
a la muerte del sol imaginario
Y en las noches de luna imaginaria
sueña con la mujer imaginaria
que le brindó su amor imaginario
vuelve a sentir ese mismo dolor
ese mismo placer imaginario
y vuelve a palpitar
el corazón del hombre imaginario
Y para terminar, ese epitafio propio que tanto representa el mundo de la dualidad humana, ese camino científico, esotérico, racional, espiritual, de risa, de vino tinto, de Las Cruces y La Reina, de la Violeta y de su longevidad eterna de agradecimiento en los corazones de los millones de embutidos de ángeles y bestias que somos sus seguidores.
De estatura mediana,
Con una voz ni delgada ni gruesa
Hijo mayor de un profesor primario
Y de una modista de trastienda;
Flaco de nacimiento
Aunque devoto de la buena mesa;
De mejillas escuálidas
Y de más bien abundantes orejas;
Con un rostro cuadrado
En que los ojos se abren apenas
Y una nariz de boxeador mulato
Baja a la boca del ídolo azteca
-Todo esto bañado
Por una luz entre irónica y pérfida-
Ni muy listo detonto de remate
Fui lo que fui: una mezcla
De vinagre y aceite de comer
¡Un embutido de ángel y bestia!
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“If autism isn’t caused by environmental factors and is natural why didn’t we ever see it in the past?”
We did, except it wasn’t called autism it was called “Little Jonathan is a r*tarded halfwit who bangs his head on things and can’t speak so we’re taking him into the middle of the cold dark forest and leaving him there to die.”
Or “little Jonathan doesn’t talk but does a good job herding the sheep, contributes to the community in his own way, and is, all around, a decent guy.” That happened a lot, too, especially before the 19th century.
Or, backing up FURTHER
and lots of people think this very likely,
“Oh little Sionnat has obviously been taken by the fairies and they’ve left us a Changeling Child who knows too much, and asks strange questions, and uses words she shouldn’t know, and watches everything with her big dark eyes, clearly a Fairy Child and not a Human Like Us.”
The Myth of the Changeling child, a human baby apparently replaced at a young age by a toddler who “suddenly” acts “strange and fey” is an almost textbook depiction of autistic children.
To this day, “autism warrior mommies” talk about autism “stealing” their “sweet normal child” and have this idea of “getting their real baby back” which (in the face of modern science) indicates how the human psyche actually does deal with finding out their kid acts unlike what they expected.
Given this evidence, and how common we now know autism actually is, the Changeling myth is almost definitely the result of people’s confusion at the development of autistic children.
Weirdly enough, that legend is now comforting to me.
I think it’s worth noting that many like me, who are diagnosed with ASD now, would probably have been seen as just a bit odd in centuries past. I’m only a little bit autistic; I can pass for neurotypical for short periods if I work really hard at it. I have a lack of talent in social situations, and I’m prone to sensory overload or you might notice me stimming.
But here’s the thing: life is louder, brighter and more intense and confusing than it has ever been. I live on the edge of London and I rarely go into the centre of town because it’s too overwhelming. If I went back in time and lived on a farm somewhere, would anyone even notice there was anything odd about me? No police sirens, no crowded streets that go on for miles and miles, no flickery electric lights. Working on a farm has a clear routine. I’d be a badass at spinning cloth or churning butter because I find endless repetition soothing rather than boring.
I’m not trying to romanticise the past because I know it was hard, dirty work with a constant risk of premature death. I don’t actually want to be a 16th century farmer! What I’m saying is that disability exists in the context of the environment. Our environment isn’t making people autistic in the sense of some chemical causing brain damage. But we have created a modern environment which is hostile to autistic people in many ways, which effectively makes us more disabled. When you make people more disabled, you start to see more people struggling, failing at school because they’re overwhelmed, freaking out at the sound of electric hand dryers and so on. And suddenly it looks like there’s millions more autistic people than existed before.
“…disability exists in the context of the environment.”
Reblog for disability commentary.
That last paragraph is absolutely important.
La idea detrás de LoliStraw es bien sencilla: reemplazar las pajitas de plástico por pajitas de un material biodegradable que realice la misma labor. De ese modo al desecharse no llegan al mar y contaminan las aguas, dejándolo todo asqueroso y peligroso para el medio ambiente.
La solución es utilizar unas algas que son comestibles – algo así como las de la comida japonesa. El material de esas algas se compacta en forma de pajita para que cumpla su función durante 24 horas desde que se sumerge en cualquier líquido – y normalmente se usará mucho menos tiempo.
Estas algas son respetuosas con el medio ambiente; de hecho absorben CO2. Cuando se han usado se pueden comer (0 calorías) y las hay en seis sabores/colores distintos. También se pueden compostar y en 60 días se integran con otros materiales orgánicos.
Según calculan sus creadores en países como los Estados Unidos se utilizan 500 millones de pajitas de plástico cada día, lo que unido a otros plásticos se convierte en 8 millones de toneladas de material contaminante y que no-biodegradable que acaba en las aguas de los océanos. Aunque su precio es bastante más caro que el de las pajitas de plástico –aunque no está muy claro todavía cuál es exactamente– dicen que resulta competitivo con el de otras alternativas. De momento ya han conseguido la financiación en Kickstarter para la primera fase, así que habrá que ver qué tal aceptación tienen cuando se pongan a la venta.
- Lo que sucede con las botellas de plástico que se tiran por ahí
- Una burbuja de agua que se puede comer para sustituir a las botellas de plástico
- Parece una lámina de plástico transparente y sirve para envolver alimentos, pero está hecha con leche
- Botellas de papel reciclables
Oh, I so hope he's going to do something lithium-related!
Fuimos muchos los que nos quedamos con las ganas de ver la presentación de JB Straubel, cofundador de Tesla Motors en la última versión del FIIS. Y ahora, nos enteramos que la otra cara de Tesla está en Chile: el mismísimo Elon Musk.
Según confirmó la Policía de Investigaciones a La Tercera, el ícono de las energías renovables y la eletromovilidad está de paso por el país, aunque se desconocen los motivos específicos de su viaje. Pararelamente, personajes públicos han confirmado su arribo.
Welcome @elonmusk to Chile, the Saudi Arabia of lithium, a potential “solar country” and a leader of world economic freedom. Looking forward to travel SCL-LAX in 30 minutes in SpaceX. https://t.co/revwjfwWVw
— José Piñera (@josepinera2) December 28, 2017
Recordemos que Chile es uno de los países con mayor riquezas de litio, material fundamental para la fabricación de baterías, además de tener el desierto más árido del mundo, elementos que podrían haber gatillado su viaje. La obtención de materias primas para compañías como Tesla podrían ser relevantes en un futuro.
Paralelamente, la compañía mantiene el colosal proyecto Tesla Gigafactory, una planta energética gigantesca edificada en el desierto de Nevada para fabricar baterías de iones de litio. ¿Es posible que Musk haya venido a Chile para crear un nuevo Gigafactory?
Sumado a la oleada de especulaciones por redes sociales, Musk ya ha recibido invitaciones para incluir en su misteriosa agenda.
— Observatorio ALMA (@ALMAObs_esp) December 29, 2017
Recordemos que Musk también es fundador de SpaceX, una empresa estadounidense de transporte aeroespacial, que realiza servicios de lanzamientos espaciales y ha creado los famosos cohetes reutilizables Falcon. ¿Será que Musk planea un tour por los observatorios nacionales?
¿A qué vino Elon Musk realmente a Chile? Tal vez solo quiso venir a ver los fuegos artificiales en Valparaíso y de ser así, el informe climatológico le tiene malas noticias.
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Bwahahaha! Merry Christmas! Avoid the Kringlekrist!
This is my new favorite Christmas comic, on par with AdiFitri’s The Hogfater, inspired by the book of the same name by Terry Pratchett.
Ok, this is kind of sweet.
What a guy!
Fred Rogers ladies and gentleman!
Here are some interesting facts about him:
- He basically saved public television. In 1969 the government wanted to cut public television funds. Mister Rogers then went to Washington where he gave an amazing merely six minute speech. By the end of the speech not only did he charm the hostile Senators, he got them to double the budget they would have initially cut down. The whole thing can be found on youtube, a video called “Mister Rogers defending PBS to the US Senate.”
- “Certain fundamentalist preachers hated him because, apparently not getting the “kindest man who ever lived” memo, they would ask him to denounce homosexuals. Mr. Rogers’s response? He’d pat the target on the shoulder and say, “God loves you just as you are.” Rogers even belonged to a “More Light” congregation in Pittsburgh, a part of the Presbyterian Church dedicated to welcoming LGBT persons to full participation in the church.”
- According to a TV Guide piece on him, Fred Rogers drove a plain old Impala for years. One day, however, the car was stolen from the street near the TV station. When Rogers filed a police report, the story was picked up by every newspaper, radio and media outlet around town. Amazingly, within 48 hours the car was left in the exact spot where it was taken from, with an apology on the dashboard. It read, “If we’d known it was yours, we never would have taken it.”
- Once, on a fancy trip up to a PBS exec’s house, he heard the limo driver was going to wait outside for 2 hours, so he insisted the driver come in and join them (which flustered the host). On the way back, Rogers sat up front, and when he learned that they were passing the driver’s home on the way, he asked if they could stop in to meet his family. According to the driver, it was one of the best nights of his life—the house supposedly lit up when Rogers arrived, and he played jazz piano and bantered with them late into the night. Further, like with the reporters, Rogers sent him notes and kept in touch with the driver for the rest of his life.
Always reblog MR
Mr. Rogers was the best.
Not even from USA, but will afect us all in the future...
He was an activist who inspired millions to fight for their rights. He knew what was wrong with our country and risked his life to help his people achieve equality. In the society where black were treated like animal he did everything possible to change this. His brave soul, his will and courage changed the history of America , changed the people. He made us believe we can win this war. He payed for it with his life. He will always be remembered.
Respecting his memory also means acknowledging that his fight is far from over, black people are facing the same issues that ha birth to the Black Panthers, and that the FBI is basically trying to launch COINTELPRO 2.0 against BLM and other black activists. Hampton should be more than a history lesson, he should be a rallying point.
And today, in "True Heroes"...
Bob Fletcher, a former California agriculture inspector who, ignoring the resentment of neighbors, quit his job in the middle of World War II to manage the fruit farms of Japanese families forced to live in internment camps, died on May 23 in Sacramento. He was 101.
His death was confirmed by Doris Taketa, who was 12 when Mr. Fletcher agreed to run her family’s farm in 1942, the year she and her extended family were relocated to the Jerome War Relocation Center in Arkansas.
“He saved us,” Ms. Taketa said.
After Japan bombed Pearl Harbor on Dec. 7, 1941, the United States government forced 120,000 Japanese-Americans on the West Coast out of their homes and into internment camps for the duration of the war.
Near Sacramento, many of the Japanese who were relocated were farmers who had worked land around the town of Florin since at least the 1890s. Mr. Fletcher, who was single and in his early 30s at the time, knew many of them through his work inspecting fruit for the government. The farmers regarded him as honest, and he respected their operations.
After President Franklin D. Roosevelt signed an executive order in February 1942 that made the relocation possible by declaring certain parts of the West to be military zones, Al Tsukamoto, whose parents arrived in the United States in 1905, approached Mr. Fletcher with a business proposal: would he be willing to manage the farms of two family friends of Mr. Tsukamoto’s, one of whom was elderly, and to pay the taxes and mortgages while they were away? In return, he could keep all the profits.
Mr. Fletcher and Mr. Tsukamoto had not been close, and Mr. Fletcher had no experience growing the farmers’ specialty, flame tokay grapes, but he accepted the offer and soon quit his job.
For the next three years he worked a total of 90 acres on three farms — he had also decided to run Mr. Tsukamoto’s farm. He worked 18-hour days and lived in the bunkhouse Mr. Tsukamoto had reserved for migrant workers. He paid the bills of all three families — the Tsukamotos, the Okamotos and the Nittas. He kept only half of the profits.
Many Japanese-American families lost property while they were in the camps because they could not pay their bills. Most in the Florin area moved elsewhere after the war. When the Tsukamotos returned in 1945, they found that Mr. Fletcher had left them money in the bank and that his new wife, Teresa, had cleaned the Tsukamotos’ house in preparation for their return. She had chosen to join her husband in the bunkhouse instead of accepting the Tsukamotos’ offer to live in the family’s house.
“Teresa’s response was, ‘It’s the Tsukamotos’ house,’ ” recalled Marielle Tsukamoto, who was 5 when she and her family were sent to the Jerome center.
Ms. Tsukamoto is now the president of the Florin chapter of the Japanese American Citizens League. Her mother, Mary Tsukamoto, was a teacher, activist and historian who, with Elizabeth Pinkerton, wrote “We the People: A Story of Internment in America.”
Mr. Fletcher’s willingness to work the farms was not well received in Florin, where before the war some people had resented the Japanese immigrants for their success. Japanese children in the area were required to attend segregated schools. Mr. Fletcher was unruffled by personal attacks; he felt the Japanese farmers were being mistreated.
“I did know a few of them pretty well and never did agree with the evacuation,” he told The Sacramento Bee in 2010. “They were the same as anybody else. It was obvious they had nothing to do with Pearl Harbor.”
After the war, resentment against the Japanese in Florin continued. If Mr. Tsukamoto tried to buy a part at the hardware store only to be told that the part was not in stock, he would ask Mr. Fletcher to buy it for him.
Robert Emmett Fletcher Jr. was born in San Francisco on July 26, 1911, when the city was still rebuilding after the great earthquake five years earlier. He attended the University of California, Davis, and later managed a peach orchard before taking the job as a state shipping point inspector.
Survivors include his wife, the former Teresa Cassieri, to whom he was married for 67 years; their son, Robert Emmett III; three granddaughters; and five great-grandchildren.
The Fletchers bought their own land in Florin after the war and raised hay and cattle. Mr. Fletcher was a volunteer firefighter in Florin for many decades before becoming the paid fire chief. He was also active in historical groups.
He was never much for celebrating his role in the war, and he noted that other Florin residents had helped their Japanese neighbors.
“I don’t know about courage,” he said in 2010 as Florin was preparing to honor him in a ceremony. “It took a devil of a lot of work.”
On being overwhelmed.
Hahahaha! If it was me, I'd kill him!
“Rihanna has charitably built a state-of- the-art center for oncology and nuclear medicine to diagnose and treat breast cancer at the Queen Elizabeth Hospital in Bridgetown, Barbados. She has also created the Clara and Lionel Foundation Scholarship Program [named for her grandmother and grandfather] for students attending college in the U.S. from Caribbean countries, and supports the Global Partnership for Education and Global Citizen Project, a multiyear campaign that will provide children with access to education in over 60 developing countries, giving priority to girls and those affected by lack of access to education in the world today.” ~ S. Allen Counter, the Harvard Foundation’s director.
IM SO FUCKING PROUD OF HER! A GIRL FROM THE WEST INDIES ACHIEVING SO MUCH IN HER 20s.
I HAD NO IDEA SHE DID ANY OF THIS THIS IS AMAZING
And nobody gives a sh*t
i only heard about this 2 months ago. its been 3 years????
Remember this started because Snyder switched Flint from a freshwater mountain lake to the polluted Flint River simply to allow his wife’s company to use the lake for bottling instead.
This is a manufactured crisis of corruption and capitalism.
Also remember that the pipes corroded because they refused to pay for the chemical used to make the water less acidic.
Remember that when the first E. coli outbreak from the water popped up, the city hall was given water coolers by the state, free of charge, all while denying that the water could be unsafe to drink.
Remember that, despite having a huge budget surplus and a “rainy day fund,” set aside that could easily cover the cost of relocating the residents by buying their houses/paying their debt, or could cover a large chunk of the cost of replacing the pipes, the state has decided to continue to only put in the minimal amount of effort.
Remember that flint is majority POC, majority impoverished, and is still being faced with crippling water bills from the Detroit water supply company, where they are often charged $50 a month just to use the service, on top of the cost of their water bill.
Remember that there will now be an entire generation of children who will now be damaged by lead poisoning and damage from the multitude of neurotoxins.
Remember that this is what privatized natural resources looks like. Remember that these people are being punished for having the audacity to dare to be poor in an economy that won’t let them be anything but.
At every level, this has not been a mistake.
The State and City are most upset that people know its happening and are resisting nation-wide.
But if we lose focus they lose even the small amount of aid they’ve managed to get.
This is how they do it. It’s a siege on the public empathy. Eventually we become numb to the problem and despair. Or something bigger happens.
Then its business as usual again.
Don’t forget Flint
Watch as Australian musician Alan Gogoll delightfully plays his guitar (and makes the strings vibrate) from inside of the instrument’s sound hole. Somehow, I have the feeling that if everyone watched this video, the world would indeed be a better place.
The war on drugs is rooted in racist policies . The failure of the war and drugs is obvious. We need to find a better solution, because people of color should never be the victims of racist policies. White Americans are more likely than black Americans to have used most kinds of illegal drugs, including cocaine and LSD. Yet blacks are far more likely to go to prison for marijuana, which is not a hard drug. Moreover , even when white people get caught , they get less time in prison.
Plus you know Nixon’s aid admitted all this too:
“You understand what I’m saying? We knew we couldn’t make it illegal to be either against the war or black, but by getting the public to associate the hippies with marijuana and blacks with heroin. And then criminalizing both heavily, we could disrupt those communities,” Ehrlichman said. “We could arrest their leaders. raid their homes, break up their meetings, and vilify them night after night on the evening news. Did we know we were lying about the drugs? Of course we did.”
And that’s a real quote.
The War on Drugs is a cruel, ongoing, profitable system that disrupts and destroys lives, families, communities, futures.
It’s needed to end since before it began.
But can we also talk about the justice system, prisoner treatment, prison labor, ex-prisoner rights (and prisoner rights!), and prisoner solidarity?
We don’t have to talk about them all at once, but at the very least, this already brings up ex-convicts’ rights… jobs, housing, loans, financial aid, voting, many services and resources and important aspects of life, including socially.
Our prisons are set up as punishment. Not justice. Not crime deterrent (or else we would have a lower recidivism rate). Not rehabilitation.
The moment someone is convicted of a crime, they cease to be human in many ways in the eyes of the law and society.
The way we look at and treat crime and criminals from the very beginning is more than flawed, it’s sick, cruel, dehumanizing, oppressive, violent, and dangerous.
Just something to think about.
Dog owners please be aware.
REBLOG THIS PLEASE
This is Snopes-confirmed. Also be aware this is very common in sugar free food of many kinds. The retriever puppy who I know of who died of xylitol poisoning got hold of a pack of sugar-free gum.
PROTECT YOUR PUPPERS
For an all-time zelda fan, sounds like a sweet deal...
For today’s edition of deals of the day, here are a few great deals we stumbled on on the web today, starting with the pre-order on the upcoming Zelda Encyclopedia.
–The Legend of Zelda Encyclopedia –
–Anker SoundCore Bluetooth Speaker with 24-Hour Playtime –
–Instant Pot DUO60 6 Qt 7-in-1 Multi-Use Programmable Pressure Cooker –
–Rubbermaid Premier Food Storage Containers, 28-Piece Set, Grey –