Five Twenty Ten

A guide to being a vocal citizen

For people wondering how to take action post-election of a racist demagogue (pulled from Twitter and cleaned up):

Make a spreadsheet or a file for your representatives with names, addresses to their offices, phone numbers, and contact forms. Put everyone there. Make a note in your calendar app to check in on issues once a month.

Pay attention to news. If you get angry, upset, or worried, seek support from friends but ALSO shoot these reps an email, too. Be courteous but firm and blunt. It’s a numbers game. Often we remain invisible because we don’t go to events and rallies and can’t be physically present. But we can attach our names to emails, we can write letters, we can be vocal. We don’t have to be invisible.

You can do this with your national reps, state reps, and local reps. If someone reps you anywhere, note them. Open a line and revisit it. It’s hard work and slow. One email at a time. One letter at a time. One call at a time. Emails are easy these days, so splurge every few months on a stamp and send a letter if you can. Put your humanity in front of these people. Flout it. Some won’t care, but others will. Change ONE mind and results can cascade.

Rural areas are bubbles full of bigotry and now it’s newly revealed. But we white people who live here have the clout and power! We can speak up when our reps say terrible things, and do terrible things, and vote terrible ways. We can go “I am disappointed in you.” It’s work, but as we’ve seen the last six months, it’s time for us to do that work. If someone goes “who are your reps” you gotta know. If you don’t know and you’re mad about this election, it’s time to create that file and keep it with you and use it.

The time for social media rants only is over. Or, do those, but maybe pull those threads out into a paragraph and send them to your reps. And don’t ONLY email or contact when things go badly. Also reach out when things go right. Even if they voted AGAINST something. Treat them like you would want to be treated if you were wrong or mistaken. But we’ve gotta reach out and let them know we’re here.

Anyway, I know this is hard work. If you need help collecting your reps, give me a ping via DM and I’ll help you get started.

Lando Calrissian

The news from @organafinn that Lando might not make an appearance in the next series has me fuming.  He was so damn important in Episode 5 and Episode 6.   I wonder if no one understand this.  

Lando Calrissian by the time he got involved was no longer a rogue.  He wasn’t a smuggler.  He was an administrator of a small mining colony.   He was management.   His days were taken up resolving the small bureaucratic snafus that every institution encounters.   The toilets are down on level 12.  The cafe workers want a raise.  Someone keeps feeding the space rats in processing.  It wasn’t glamorous work, but it was important to a little part of the galaxy.  To his part.

Then suddenly, a black-plastic clad nightmare shows up and threatens everything he had worked for for the last five, ten, twenty years?  All the people who look for him to leadership.   He was  not a teen farm boy from Bumfuck, Tatoonie, or a smuggler who runs from the law every other day, or a Space Princess.  He’s a guy who’s biggest problem last year was a failing generator that no one wanted to pay to fix.  He was a bureaucrat with a good smile, a nice handshake, and a desire to just get the work done, because someone had to do it.   He didn’t know how to deal with Sith Lords.   He didn’t want to know how to deal with Sith Lords.  He wanted his mine to turn a profit with no one getting hurt.

Lando Calrissian is me.  Or what I hoped to be.

You know when I knew that?  When he shouted “They told me it was fixed!  It’s not my fault!”   Because I’ve said the same thing before with the same intonation.  I wasn’t running from Stormtroopers, but it certainly felt the same.

And when the Empire, the pumped-up fascist shitkickers who think they have the right to stomp into his little corner of the galaxy and destroy the thing he’d worked on for decades – he went and rescued his friend and then blew up their battle station.  

Fantasy fulfilled.  

That they think he’s not important enough to have in the sequels is a travesty.


My hero, that’s who I chase. Now, when I was fifteen years old, I had a very important person in my life come to me and say “Who’s your hero?” And I said, “I don’t know, I gotta think about that. Give me a couple of weeks.” I come back two weeks later, this person comes up and says “Who’s your hero?”. I said “I thought about it, and you know who it is?” I said “It’s me in ten years”. So I turn twenty-five. Ten years later, that same person comes to me and goes “So are you a hero?” And I was like “Not even close! No, no, no.” They said, “Why?” I said, “Because my hero is me at thirty-five.” So you see, every day, every week, every month, and every year of my life, my hero’s always ten years away.


tonight i felt like the only person in the entire world
i heard cars drive down my street
and at one point i heard my brother go to the bathroom
but i felt completely alone
so i just sat
and i felt my fingers ache because i hadn’t moved them for five or ten or twenty minutes

i cried
sobs escaping from my stomach up through my mouth and vanishing into the air
nothing can ever compare to what i felt
nothing can compare to the pain i felt in in my jaw after i screamed
every ounce of life i had into my pillow
in hopes to kill all that was left of me
and everything i had left behind

it’s okay now
i’m still alive

send me your new year's resolutions 💕

Who do you want to meet? Who do you want to leave behind?

Which parts of you do you want to unleash? Or gain more control over?

Where do you want your life story to go? The romantic part? The adventure?

What do you want to create? What do you want to destroy?

Do you want to work for your ideal life, or let fate take its course, knowing you will end up where you’re supposed to be?

What will 2017 mean to you, when you look back at it in five, ten, twenty years?

What feeling do you want to get when you think back to these times?

Nostalgia? Longing? Happiness? Regret?

I like to think that all the operatives, over time, gain a dang good grasp on the world’s languages. Not fresh out of base camp or anything, but, like, over the years.

I mean. They’re everywhere. And Sectors are trucked all over the place- some more than others, granted, but we’ve seen familiar faces all over the globe in the show.

So. Imagine. This huge group of kids from all across the globe. Most, if not all, know the basic in and outs of like five, ten, twenty languages. It’d depend on the operative. 

Numbuh 4 would speak a mish-mash of slang (not so much useful, so much as he knows how to say “dog” in like ten different words) and then there’s operatives like Abby and Nigel, who can get their point across almost everywhere. (Abby so she doesn’t have to deal with the inaccuracies of a translator, Nigel ‘cause he’s paranoid they might say something uncalled for and he wouldn’t be able to catch it.)

The Moon Base is filled with kids just randomly switching between languages. A German kid speaking fluent Japanese with a rough accent to confuse the heck out of their captors. Etc, etc.

But what is certain is that in five, ten or twenty years, this problem unique to our time, according to him, will no longer exist, it will be replaced by others…Yet this music, the sound of this rain on the windows, the great mournful creaking of the cedar tree in the garden outside, this moment, so tender, so strange in the middle of war, this will never change, not this, this is forever.
—  Suite Française by Irène Némirovsky

anonymous asked:

I haven't worked retail/grocery a day in my life but those people who abandon carts all over the parking lot raise my goddamn blood pressure. My entire life I've been *that* freak who returns all the other customers' carts bc honestly fuck those people. You can't walk five, ten, MAYBE twenty feet to a motherfuckin cart return? How goddamn lazy are you? IT TAKES TEN SECONDS. DON'T BE A PIECE OF SHIT. It's always 100% able bodied people, too. If you do that, you're an ass and I hate you.

Happy Non-Binary Day

I see you out there being your unique and beautiful selves and I’m so proud. And I can’t wait to see how you’re doing as NB in five years, ten years, twenty.

Because it’s NOT a phase. It’s YOU. You gorgeous thing!

I’m a 37-year-old NB and, despite coming to the term more recently than many of you, I recognize I’ve fit the description as long as I can remember. It’s a real thing. A way of being.

Don’t listen to any voices that say it’s just a phase, or that you have to grow out of it to be a grownup. That’s a lie. You have a stunning future as an NB. Full of love, work, adventures, all from our unique NB perspectives. Everyone makes compromises, but the more of us doing “adulthood” as NB’s, the fewer compromises there will be, and the faster society will change.

There are more of us than we think. Let’s celebrate being non-binary today, and dream up ways to be awesomely NB into our future. That’s our birthright too.

Fringe and David Bowie

There are many David Bowie references in Fringe. The most notable ones are: 

  • David Robert Jones is the real name of the singer/actor David Bowie.
  • Thomas Jerome Newton is the name of the character he plays in the movie “The Man Who Fell to Earth”. 
  • In the episode “Five-Twenty-Ten” (S5E7), Walter discovers William Bell stole his record collection, including David Bowie’s “The Man Who Sold The World”. He later on listens to the title song.

RIP David Bowie