Josef Sudek (Czech,1896-1976)
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sometimes the knowledge you gain on twitter is both blessed and cursed
also his likes are sending me:
I mean, it's great that the "what about emergency vehicle access?" hack is so effective when pointing out the deficiencies of proposals for walkable communities, but it kind of burns my ass that you need to take that approach in the first place. I don't know how many conversations about communities planning I've seen that go like this:
Walkable communities advocate: Here's a plan for a walkable community in which only public transit will be permitted – no personal vehicles of any kind will be allowed.
Disability advocate: What about access for physically disabled people? If your options are public transit or the sidewalk and literally nothing else, any disabled person whose needs aren't fully served 100% of the time by your favoured public transit framework is fucked, and there's no such thing as a perfect public transit framework.
Walkable communities advocate, whose brain shut down the moment they heard the word "disabled" and didn't process anything past that point: Oh, you silly cripple, the term "walkable community" doesn't mean you're only allowed to walk! How quaint.
I guess pointing out "well, if only public transit is accommodated, how are firefighters and paramedics supposed to access emergencies?" works because now they can imagine themselves being affected!
To address a few of the recurring whatabouts in my notes and DMs:
- This isn't a criticism of the idea of walkable communities in general. It's a criticism of the particular attitude toward walkable community planning which treats getting the number of privately operated vehicles all the way down to zero as a teleological goal. If that's not something you're in favour of, this ain't about you.
- I am, myself, physically disabled in a way that prevents me from driving but rarely hinders my ability to walk long distances. Every car on the roads vanishing in a puff of smoke one day would be hugely convenient for me. That doesn't mean I'd actually want that to happen; it ain't always about me.
- Consider the irony of jumping into the notes on a disabled person's vent post about having their concerns dismissed and insisting that you don't believe the scenario they're describing ever really happens. Really think about it.
hi love you guys do me a favor. big big big BIG breath in right now all the way all the way breathe in feel your belly expanding hold hold hold.. hold.. now everything out like ur a deflating balloon. whoosh. whooooooooosh. imagine water streaming from the top of your head down your shoulders off the ends of your fingertips and toes. u are a reed in a river a beam of pure light a steady anvil solid and heavy. ok that was all thank u
"The trannies should be able to piss in whatever toilet they want and change their bodies however they want. Why is it my business if some chick has a dick or a guy has a pie? I'm not a trannie or a fag so I don't care, just give 'em the medicine they need."
"This is an LGBT safe space. Of COURSE I fully support individuals who identify as transgender and their right to self-determination! I just think that transitioning is a very serious choice and should be heavily regulated. And there could be a lot of harm in exposing cis children to such topics, so we should be really careful about when it is appropriate to mention trans issues or have too much trans visibility."
One of the above statements is Problematic and the other is slightly annoying. If we disagree on which is which then working together for a better future is going to get really fucking difficult.
where are y'all finding all these people who call you tranny but are actually very accepting of trans people
Rural areas and old people mostly. But all the left-wing 20-somethings I did my PhD alongside in a major city also thought "tranny" was the accepted term until corrected. Not everyone is terminally online in queer communities specifically.
I used to work in irl politics and it is amazing how many mostly sympathetic voters were being dismissed by other leftists or left-leaning activists just because of those voters' semantics.
A good amount of the people who accuse others of needing to touch grass are the ones who really need to "touch grass"/go outside and interact with the world around them.
siphonophores will never not freak me out. stop doing that its SCARY but also please don't ever stop doing that you ethereal marine cryptid
the red shape is a person of average height. the green line is one of these freaks. btw
Ya'll forgot my favourite one
That's an angel
[to explain siphonophore neotony later], they’re more fucked up than you think.
Woah
ok? ok!
I originally posted this when fairly tired. It didn't come out right.
Anywho, what I meant to say was, I don't know if this falls under siphonophores or not, but all these remind me of this irl cryptid:
Hey, Ohio! Vote NO on Issue 1 August 8th if you believe 1 person = 1 vote. Y'know, the way democracy works.
The deadline to be registered to vote this election is July 10th -- 5 days!!!
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Crucial context: this is being put on the ballot specifically to stop abortion protections. Enshrining abortion rights in the constitution will be on the November ballot. Support for abortion protection in Ohio is about 59%. This is a highly calculated attack on bodily autonomy.
reverse gaslighting where i pretend to know exactly what you are talking about
academic conferences
urbanfantasyinspiration
Work meetings
Interviews
Auditory processing disorder
conversations with my cats who are yelling
Me letting that little kid with their hyper fixation tell me every single fact they know about it
Goncharov (1973)
When I’m out with Deaf friends, I put my hearing aid in my purse. It removes any ability to hear, but far more importantly, it removes the ambiguity that often haunts me.
In a restaurant, we point to the menu and gesture with the wait staff. The servers taking the order respond with gestures too. They pantomime “drinks?” and tell us they learned a bit of signs in kindergarten. Looking a little embarrassed, they sign “Rain, rain, go away, come again another day” in the middle of asking our salad dressing choice. We smile and gently redirect them to the menu. My friends are pros at this routine and ordering is easy ― delightful even. The contrast with how it feels to be out with my hearing husband is stunning.
Once my friends and I have ordered, we sign up a storm, talking about everything and shy about nothing. What would be the point? People are staring anyway. Our language is lavish, our faces alive. My friends discuss the food, but for me, the food is unimportant. I’m feasting on the smorgasbord of communication ― the luxury of chatting in a language that I not only understand 100% but that is a pleasure in and of itself. Taking nothing for granted, I bask in it all, and everything goes swimmingly.
Until I accidentally say the word “soup” out loud.
Pointing at the menu, I let the word slip out to the server. And our delightful meal goes straight downhill. Suddenly, the wait staff’s mouths start flapping; the beautiful, reaching, visual parts of their brains go dead, as if switched off.
“Whadda payu dictorom danu?” the server’s mouth seems to say. “Buddica taluca mariney?”
“No, I’m Deaf,” I say. A friend taps the server and, pointing to her coffee, pantomimes milking a cow. But the damage is done. The server has moved to stand next to me and, with laser-focus, looks only at me. Her pen at the ready, her mouth moves like a fish. With stunning speed, the beauty of the previous interactions ― the pantomiming, the pointing, the cooperative taking of our order ― has disappeared. “Duwanaa disser wida coffee anmik? Or widabeeaw fayuh-mow?”
Austin “Awti” Andrews (who’s a child of Deaf adults, often written as CODA) describes a similar situation.
“Everything was going so well,” he says. “The waiter was gesturing, it was terrific. And then I just said one word, and pow!! It’s like a bullet of stupidity shot straight into the waiter’s head,” he explains by signing a bullet in slow motion, zipping through the air and hitting the waiter’s forehead. Powwwww.
Hearing people might be shocked by this, but Deaf people laugh uproariously, cathartically.
“Damn! All I did was say one word!” I say to my friends. “But why do you do that?” they ask, looking at me with consternation and pity. “Why don’t you just turn your voice off, for once and for all?” they say.
Hearing people would probably think I’m the lucky one ― the success story ― because I can talk. But I agree with my friends.
banning pornography will not stop people from horny posting on your website but instead all the horny posts will now be about how someone wants to be a 2008 Volvo and have a butch mechanic change their oil and stuff like that
executive dysfunction is inherently funny because it sounds so painfully fake that it wraps back around to being a good excuse. like if i was lying about not being able to do stuff, i would at least be able to come up with something more convincing than "i have not doing stuff syndrome"
Anonymous asked:
YOU are a neurotypical cisgender woman. going about with your latte and such
[obediently] I am a neurotypical cisgender woman. Going about with my latte and such
new worksona brainwashing mantra just dropped
On a basic conceptual level our society doesn’t want women to know that lesbianism is even a possibility. It’s seen as a threat when women assert their lesbianism, but love between women is fundamentally trivialized and the intention is to make it appear that way so that aforementioned threat never arises. I remember when I told my mama I was a homo the first thing she said was “It’s normal to think women are pretty” and “I love my female friends” in an attempt to trivialize my love for women. It was only until I asserted myself as being very much romantically involved with women in a way that was incompatible with heterosexuality that she broke out into hysterics lol. It makes me wonder how many women are living unhappy lives because lesbianism is abstracted and isolated so far away from women as a mere conceptual reality.
fun fact: this is literally one reason why lesbianism was never criminalized in the UK
the notion of adding it to the anti-sodomy laws was brought up a few times, but shot down in the 1920s because then women might- gasp! -be aware that such things were possible
“The more you advertise vice by prohibiting it the more you will increase it,” was the thought of James Harris, Fifth Earl of Malmesbury, on the subject
Hamilton John Agmondesham, Earl of Desart, added “I am strongly of opinion that the mere discussion of subjects of this sort tends, in the minds of unbalanced people, of whom there are many, to create the idea of an offence of which the enormous majority of them have never even heard.”
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