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Black, Brown, Yellow, and Left: Radical Activism in Los Angeles 
Publisher: University of California Press | ISBN: 0520245202 | edition 2006 | PDF | 361 pages | 2,6 mb


Laura Pulido traces the roots of third world radicalism in Southern California during the 1960s and 1970s in this accessible, wonderfully illustrated comparative study. Focusing on the Black Panther Party, El Centro de Acción Social y Autonomo (CASA), and East Wind, a Japanese American collective, she explores how these African American, Chicana/o, and Japanese American groups sought to realize their ideas about race and class, gender relations, and multiracial alliances. Based on thorough research as well as extensive interviews, Black, Brown, Yellow, and Left explores the differences and similarities between these organizations, the strengths and weaknesses of the third world left as a whole, and the ways that differential racialization led to distinct forms of radical politics. Pulido provides a masterly, nuanced analysis of complex political events, organizations, and experiences. She gives special prominence to multiracial activism and includes an engaging account of where the activists are today, together with a consideration of the implications for contemporary social justice organizing.

The Church of Scientology Is Hilariously Bad at Online Damage Control

Scientologists are pretty great at a lot of things. Gaining tax-exemption for religious reasons? Check. Generating billions of dollars? Check. Making up words and acronyms, attacking the field of psychology, and promoting televised couch-jumping? Check, check, and check.

What they’re not so great at, at least anymore, is damage control.

Thanks to the popularity of Alex Gibney’s HBO documentary, Going Clear, the Church of Scientology is now facing its greatest PR crisis to date. And like every other hurdle thrown the organization’s way, Scientologists are handling the situation the only way they know how: by throwing huge piles of untaxed revenue at it.

Frankly, though, their PR strategy is shockingly bad. The Church’s current method of digital damage control only underlines the fact that they are desperately out of touch with, well, pretty much the entire internet.

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How interesting…

Josh will spend hours every night taking pics with fans outside Claudia’s theater, often times with the same 10 people, almost like….it’s his job

But when in the US…with a loved one, a family member, he doesn’t want the attention, tries to maintain his privacy. 

How very interesting…

puerto rico gothic
  • la plaza del mercado had always seemed like a place exempt from the passage of time. no one really changed, no one really aged, no one ever left. the vegetables are always fresh.
  • el piragüero makes piragüas for everyone who asks for one, even if he can’t see them, and even if the icy treats keep melting in a pile on the ground.
  • the zip-line at toro verde looked cool when you wanted to try it, but by the time you make it to the end, you can’t get the secrets the wind whispered into your ear out of your mind.
  • the bioluminescent bay was boasted to be one of the best ways to have fun at night. the tiny creatures that lit up the more you moved in the water made you smile, but when you got back on the boat and they still lit up with no one in the water, your smile faded.
  • the stray horses of vieques are something that is never questioned, or addressed. and you don’t question it either when you see four of them, with their skeletal owners feeding them from their palms.
  • you were told that the taíno god juracán was a silly legend made up by the indigenous peoples, now long gone. if that’s so, why are the storm winds yelling at you by name to open your door?
  • you always assumed the window cave, cueva ventana, was just a way to see a picturesque view from its massive opening. you didn’t account for it being a window into whatever this is. the you on the field is covered in blood and seems to be screaming at the you in the cave.
  • plaza las americas, the center of everything! you’ve been driving for two minutes. you pass plaza las americas. you’ve been driving for three hours. you pass by plaza las americas. you have not turned once. you keep passing plaza las americas.
  • el tren urbano closes at 11:15pm but if you stick around long enough, you can see the dark cars screeching by, some of them charred and some of them shining. the wings and flames keep you from looking away, the screeches seem to not be metallic.
  • el yunque has always been a place of otherworldly speculation. aliens are blamed for the phenomenons, but it works to their advantage. no one suspects them to come from inside the mountain.
  • the old men who drink their cortadito in the corner diner never seem to stop laughing and never seem to leave. you pass by once and notice there are no doors. it’s almost funny how fast you forget about the diner on the corner, after that.
  • there has never been a permanent population on isla mona, which is more of a relief than a concern.
  • your abuelita asks you to come to church with her. you oblige but it’s not your favorite place in the world. there’s always so many entrails on the priest’s altar.
  • you’ve never seen culebra on a map. it’s always so hard to pinpoint it, even for the ferry captains. the sea snake is so fickle with its movements.
  • the caves of camuy are known for having high ceilings but the one time you visited, instead of looking up, you looked down, over the rail. you’d never thought of darkness as an entity until that day.

I RAN A HALF MARATHON.

OH MY GOD I AM FREAKING OUT.

I went out today with the intention of just running 14k, which was 2k less than what I did last week. Little did I know my body was capable of pushing so far, of doing so well.

The longer I spent on my feet the faster I felt myself become, and when I saw 18k approach on my Fitbit, I said, why not push 3k more for a half marathon? And bam. I did it. 2 hours, 3 minutes of amazingness. And I could’ve went on but my shoes were causing some discomfort(I have wide feet) and it was time to head back before my parents find out I was running(they frown upon it).

I have never ran so far and long in my entire life.

I am so, so, so proud of myself. (at www.youtube.com/c/thefitty)

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Day 140 of 365 Headstands

My first ‘Random Public Place’ , no wall headstand! Whoo!  

I did my best to talk myself out of doing a headstand here by this sign which is along-side a busy 6 lane road … but I did it anyway!  And I didn’t fall.  I didn’t really worry about holding it a long time, just long enough to make it really count - a minute – but I felt really comfortable in it. I’m sure I could’ve held it longer.

Pretty proud of myself for not only not chickening out on this, but not falling either.