Zoo At the Edge of the World

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On this day in music history: July 24, 1993 - “Zooropa”, the eighth studio album by U2 hits #1 on the Billboard Top 200 for 2 weeks. Produced by Flood, Brian Eno and The Edge, it is recorded at The Factory, Windmill Lane Studios and Westland Studios in Dublin, Ireland from February - May 1993. Recorded during breaks in U2’s “Zoo TV World Tour”, it is originally intended to be only an EP release to promote the European leg of the tour. The sessions are so productive that they yield a full albums worth of new material. Continuing in the vein of U2’s previous album “Achtung Baby”, it is even more experimental in its sound and scope. The album also features a guest appearance by Johnny Cash on the final track “The Wanderer”. Though it is well received upon its release, it trails far behind its predecessor in sales. It spins off three singles including “Lemon” (#3 Modern Rock) and “Stay (Faraway, So Close)” (#15 Modern Rock, #61 Pop). “Zooropa” also wins the band a Grammy Award for Best Alternative Music Album in 1994, and is certified 3x Platinum in the US by the RIAA.

anonymous asked:

what is your opinion of taking the last of the species in the wild and putting them into zoos with the goal of eventually reintroducing there future offspring back into the wild

Very interesting question, theres examples where this worked but also some where this didnt worked

Where it worked

Przewalski’s horse (Equus ferus

After 1945 only two captive populations of the Prezwalki’s horse in zoos remained, in Munich and in Prague. By the end of the 1950s, only 12 individual Przewalski’s horses were left in the world. In 1977, the Foundation for the Preservation and Protection of the Przewalski horse was founded in Rotterda, the Foundation started a program of exchange between captive populations in zoos throughout the world to reduce inbreeding, and later began a breeding program of its own. As a result of such efforts, the extant herd has retained a far greater genetic diversity than its genetic bottleneck made likely.

In 1992, sixteen horses were released into the wild in Mongolia, followed by additional animals later on. One of the areas to which they were reintroduced became Khustain Nuruu National Park in 1998. Another reintroduction site is Great Gobi B Strictly Protected Area, located at the fringes of the Gobi desert. Lastly, in 2004 and 2005, 22 horses were released by the Association Takh to a third reintroduction site in the buffer zone of the Khar Us Nuur National Park, in the northern edge of the Gobi ecoregion.

Since 2011, Prague Zoo has transported twelve horses to Mongolia in three rounds and it plans to continue to return horses to the wild in the future. The Zoo has the longest uninterrupted history of breeding of Przewalski’s horses in the world and keeps the studbook of this species.

The reintroduced horses successfully reproduced, and the status of the animal was changed from “extinct in the wild” to “endangered” in 2005. On the IUCN Red List, they were reclassified from “extinct in the wild” to “critically endangered” after a reassessment in 2008 and from “critically endangered” to “endangered” after a 2011 reassessment.

California condor (Gymnogyps californianus

Condor numbers dramatically declined in the 20th century due to poaching, lead poisoning, and habitat destruction. A conservation plan was put in place by the United States government that led to the capture of all the remaining wild condors which was completed in 1987, with a total population of 27 individuals. These surviving birds were bred at the San Diego Zoo Safari Park and the Los Angeles Zoo. Numbers rose through captive breeding and, beginning in 1991, condors were reintroduced into the wild. The California condor is one of the world’s rarest bird species: as of December 2015 there are 435 condors living wild or in captivity.

Arabian oryx (Oryx leucoryx

The Phoenix Zoo and the Fauna and Flora Preservation Society of London are credited with saving the Arabian oryx from extinction. In 1962, these groups started the first captive-breeding herd in any zoo, at the Phoenix Zoo, sometimes referred to as “Operation Oryx”. Starting with 9 animals, the Phoenix Zoo has had over 240 successful births. From Phoenix, oryx were sent to other zoos and parks to start new herds.

Arabian oryx were hunted to extinction in the wild by 1972. By 1980, the number of Arabian oryx in captivity had increased to the point that reintroduction to the wild was started. The first release, to Oman, was attempted with oryx from the San Diego Wild Animal Park. Although numbers in Oman have declined, there are now wild populations in Saudi Arabia and Israel, as well. One of the largest populations is found in Mahazat as-Sayd Protected Area, a large, fenced reserve in Saudi Arabia, covering more than 2000 km2.

In June 2011, the Arabian oryx was relisted as vulnerable by the IUCN Red List. The IUCN estimated more than 1,000 Arabian oryx in the wild, with 6,000–7,000 held in captivity worldwide in zoos, preserves, and private collections.

Where it didnt work

Thylacin (Thylacinus cynocephalus)

The Thylacine (Thylacinus cynocephalus) was the largest known carnivorous marsupial of modern times. It is commonly known as the Tasmanian tiger or the Tasmanian wolf. Native to continental Australia, Tasmania and New Guinea, it is believed to have become extinct in the 20th century

The last captive thylacine, later referred to as “Benjamin”, was trapped in the Florentine Valley by Elias Churchill in 1933, and sent to the Hobart Zoo where it lived for three years. The thylacine died on 7 September 1936. It is believed to have died as the result of neglect—locked out of its sheltered sleeping quarters, it was exposed to a rare occurrence of extreme Tasmanian weather: extreme heat during the day and freezing temperatures at night.

Quagga (Equus quagga quagga

The Quagga was an extinct subspecies of plains zebra that lived in South Africa until the 19th century.

After the Dutch settlement of South Africa began, the quagga was heavily hunted as it competed with domesticated animals for forage. While some individuals were taken to zoos in Europe, breeding programs were unsuccessful. The last wild population lived in the Orange Free State, and the quagga was extinct in the wild by 1878. The last captive specimen died in Amsterdam on 12 August 1883.

So you see this can go either way but i would say overall if it helps the species im for it because nature conservation is very important to me

I thought to compile a list of some TV dramas that are similar to/might be enjoyed by those who like Home Fires. I’ve broken it down into periods but some do overlap so I have put them under the category they first start off in. 

c.World War I

c.Interwar Period

c. World War II

c.Post-World War II

These are just a few & feel free to suggest any if you want.

gatheringbones  asked:

i visit chicago where do we go and what do we do

FOOD. LAKES. MORE FOOD. MUSEUMS, IF YOU’RE INTO THAT. FOOD.

Listen, you could spend a whole week in Chicago and do nothing but walking along bustling beautiful-wide streets from restaurant to restaurant to bar and then sit on one of the enormous cinderblocks at the edge of the lake and watch the sun set. Chicago has the best of all worlds, the ridiculous hipster speakeasy with its artisinal cocktails and the unpretentious dive bar where the options are “beer”; world-class chefs and comfort food that’s basically a block of melty cheese on toast. (Deep dish pizza is proof humanity is essentially good and we do indeed live in the best of all worlds.)

But I also love touristy nonsense and Chicago has some of the best tours and museums and zoos and landmarks around. I personally am a museum junkie from a line of museum junkies, and I know the circuit well—but we’ve got two zoos, and two botanical gardens, and more parks than we know what to do with.

And then there’s always more food.

Human Things

deancasheadcanons So I have had some writer’s block too lately, but reading the prompt you wrote for me helped a lot. So, I thought I would write one for you (even though you didn’t ask for it) because it might help you get over your block. Here ya go!

Even though he knows he was deprived of a lot as a child, Dean never realized how many awesome, little things he did get to experience—not until he found that Cas had never been able to experience a single one. After he fell, when he became fully human and vulnerable, the one-time angel got pretty depressed. It broke Dean’s heart to say the least. He hated seeing the guy look so down, like he’s nothing without wings and glowing, blue eyes. So, Dean thought he would try to help—he decided he would show the former angel anything and everything that was good about being human.

It started with ice cream—not just ice cream, but chasing down that white, annoying truck, looking at all the faded pictures and digging in your pockets for lint-covered quarters-kind of ice cream. Dean probably got more enjoyment out of the whole experience than Cas did, but the guy smiled a little crooked smile between licks of his plain, vanilla cone. Dean just laughed and stuck out his multi-colored tongue, saying how there are so many more flavors, and next time, he’d make sure his angel tried them all.

Then they went to the zoo. It seemed like something Cas would like a bit more than ice cream and running down the side of the road. Even though Dean wasn’t too fond of being surrounded by animals, he muscled through it for Cas. Besides, they had funnel cake at the zoo. So he trailed behind the over-coated dork as he ran from cage to cage, sometimes chattering about the origin of a certain kind of sloth, saying how he remembers it coming to be, or just saying how intriguing evolution was and it’s a wonder that certain species actually survived. Other times, he would stand in front of the glass for a long while—looking sad, saying how he could sense the animal’s unhappiness. Dean frowned, wondering if he was failing at showing the guy anything positive about being human; but then again, he knew it would take more than just one zoo trip to make this all okay. Then Castiel came across the elephants, tromping around their big pin and letting out long, low lazy bellows that echoed throughout the zoo. Dean sauntered up to the man’s side and rested his hands on the edge of the gate, joining those blue eyes in observation of the great beasts. 

“They are very happy in there” Cas finally said after watching a larger elephant pull down a branch for a smaller one to reach. “They know of the dangers in the world, and they know that they are safer here.” 

Dean almost asked how the guy knew—but he stayed quiet because there’s no point in questioning the knowledge of a former angel. Dean’s just a dumb, pathetic human—he could never really understand what it’s like to know the world from the moment it burst into existence; but he can enjoy the wonder of listening to his friend speak. It’s another “human” thing that he’s taken for granted.



When they got back to the bunker, Dean thought he might teach his buddy how to cook. It’s something that brings him endless joy, after all. It’s about the only time he can make something that doesn’t have the purpose of “killing”. Quite the opposite—it allows Dean to create something that will do good, that will strengthen and nourish and protect a person’s body, not destroy it. Maybe … maybe Cas would like to do the same. So he brought the guy into the kitchen and asked him what he would like to make. The old angel’s blue eyes shook in fear, and Dean realized that he might not even have a clue as to what foods actually exist in the world. Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, popcorn and coffee are just about the extent of his food knowledge. 

“Okay” Dean said with a reassuring smile. “How about we go with pasta—it’s pretty easy and we can make a ton of it and chow down for days.”

Castiel smiled and nodded, apparently liking that idea—it was practical and not too daunting. So Dean started gathering up all the supplies: noodles, cans of tomato sauce, various spices and a big pot filled with water, and a colander. He felt his friend’s eyes on him as he moved, wondering why it was giving him excited chills to be watched so intensely. Once everything was set up, he turned to Cas and called him over. The former angel scooted towards him hesitantly, as if he could break something just by standing too close.

“Come on, man, the stove won’t bite” Dean huffed with a laugh. He reached out and pulled the guy in so their elbows brushed as he pointed out what to do next. “Alright, so grab the pasta and put it in the pot.”

Castiel nodded, eyes still busted wide with worry. He picked up the box of pasta and slid out the long noodles into his hand. He jumped back with a start as soon as the noodles touched his skin. “They’re hard!” he cried, glancing over at Dean “Pasta is supposed to be soft! How did I ruin this already?”

Dean wanted to hold in his laughter, but he couldn’t—he arched back and hooted, so loud the entire bunker echoed with it. 

“Dean! It’s not funny! I ruined dinner!”

After another few moments, Dean settled, clasping his hand on his friend’s shoulder and squeezing it softly. “Buddy, you didn’t ruin it. Pasta is hard until it boils. That’s why we got the water in the pot—now just put the noodles in there and you’ll see … they’ll start getting all bendy and clear. That’s when you’ll know they’re ready to drain.”

His friend relaxed beneath his touch and turned back to do as he was told. Once the noodles were in, Dean tried to get the man to come and sit down while they waited for the pasta to soften, but Cas refused—he wanted to stay and keep watch. “Something could go wrong if I walk away, Dean.”
So Dean sat and flipped through a book while his friend stood in front of the stove, staring hard at the pot, waiting for the noodles to appear done. After another ten minutes, the man turned in a panic, eyeing Dean as if he were the only voice of reason in this big, scary world. 

What?” Dean chuckled as he finally noticed he was being stared at. “Are they ready?”

“I believe so—I … I don’t know.” The guy sounded scared and Dean sighed as he pulled himself up from his seat. 

“Relax, Cas. This is literally a meal you can’t screw up—especially with me in the kitchen.” Dean walked over and Castiel moved aside, letting his instructor take in the situation. “Yep, they look pretty much done to me.” 

“How can you be certain?” his friend asked with a shake in his voice.

Dean smiled wickedly and thought for a moment. “Well, there Is one way I’ve always wanted to try but I never had the chance.”

The man beside him shifted uneasily in his over coat, cocking his head to the side, making his hair tousle slightly. 

Dean walked over to the drawer and pulled out a fork before returning to the boiling pot. He stuck it in and twirled a few noodles onto the prongs; pulling it back out, looking closely at the steaming, yellow strings wrapped around his utensil. 

“Are you going to taste them?” Cas asked curiously.

Dean only grinned wider before turning around to face the wall next to the doorway to the kitchen. With one, big heave, he lurched back his arm and then flung it forward, sending the pasta flying from the end of the fork, planting it firmly on the side of the wall. He watched as only one noodle peeled off the plaster and fell to the floor, the rest stuck in place, a tangled web of edible art.

“What … why?” Castiel asked, sounding more panicked than he did when the noodles were hard.

Dean laughed, looking at him with a sparkle in his eye. “Apparently it’s something they do in Italy—at least that’s what I heard. The pasta is done if it sticks to the wall. “

Castiel turned back to look at the noodles, now drying to the paint. His brow furrowed with even more confusion. “That does not seem very sanitary, or practical—plus, we might need a larger wall if we are going to get all this pasta to stick.”

A puzzled look worked across Dean’s face before finally understanding. His hilarity soon bounced off every surface of the bunker, traveling back to them and making the angel smile, seemingly just at the fact that his friend was happy.
“No, man! We don’t throw it all at the wall! We just test a few noodles!” Dean finally sputtered between some more snorts. “Oh boy—this is more fun than I thought it would be!”


Eventually, the pasta does get drained and the sauce does get prepared—and Castiel eased a little more with every accomplished task. As they sat around the table, slurping up noodles and chatting about their busy day—the former angel seemed genuinely happy for the first time since Dean started this venture. Sam complimented him on the food after a few, swift kicks from his older brother. Cas blushed and nodded, thanking the younger Winchester and saying he was glad the meal was satisfactory. Sam grinned at Dean and then proceeded to go over the top, saying it was the best pasta he’d ever eaten and he could die in a vat of it and be glad—that earned him another kick from underneath the table.


Once the kitchen was cleaned and Sam had gone back to whatever it was he’d been doing all day, Dean suggested that Cas wash up and turn in for the night. “We’ve done a lot, and a good, long night’s sleep is something that all humans enjoy.”

His friend nodded and thanked him for the pleasant day before turning to walk down the hall towards the bathroom—only to freeze just a few steps shy of the door. “Dean?”

Dean turned back after nearly walking into his room to get ready for bed himself. “Yeah, buddy?”

“I have heard that humans enjoy bubble baths—it relaxes them. I think … I think I would like to try one.”

The freckled man raises his eyebrows as he looks his friend up and down, wondering if anyone has ever said the words “bubble bath” with such a serious tone before. “Uh—sure, man. Do … do you know how to make one?”

Castiel looked to his feet and blushed while shaking his head.

It’s all Dean could do not giggle at how sweet it all was—the guy was practically an infant. “It’s alright, man—here, I’ll set it up. Okay?”

The former angel peered slightly from beneath his brow, still blushing but with a soft smile playing on his cheeks. “Thank you, Dean.”

Dean walked past him, patting him on the shoulder as he went. He continued down the hall towards the far bathroom that actually had a tub in it. It was more of a big, tin basin than anything—much like you’d see in a football player’s locker room; but it’d do and Dean can’t say he hasn’t been tempted a time or two to sink down into a hot bath himself. He knew, however, Sam would probably tease him mercilessly if he ever found out, so he avoided it. The guy won’t tease Cas, though—his brother is actually pretty happy that Dean has decided to take this on. “It’s good you want to help him get used to human-things. I think it’ll help you too.” Dean wasn’t too sure what Sam meant by that, but he certainly wasn’t going to ask and listen to his bro go on some long lecture about self-healing or whatever.

He reached out and turned on the water, wincing as the sound of it beating against the metal surface stabbed his ears. It tempered as the tub filled, but it was still loud enough that he didn’t hear Cas walk in behind him, only noticing once he turned around.

“Woah! Jeez, man! Don’t do that!”

Castiel frowned and stepped back into the doorway. “My apologies, Dean. I just wanted to see how this is done so I don’t have to bother you with it again.”

The taller man laughed and waved it off “Don’t worry about it. You just startled me is all.” He turns back to the tub and pointed at the faucet. “So, you just start the water and make sure it’s the temperature you want it before you plug it up. Once that’s all good, you put that plug into the drain to keep the water from going down.” He continued pointing and looked back to see Cas, still in the doorway, craning his neck to see. “Oh my go—, come here, dude!” Dean reached back and yanked the man inside. Castiel stumbled in next to his friend, pressing his lips into a thin line looking a little embarrassed by this whole situation. Dean smiled and rested his hand between the guy’s shoulder blades. He didn’t want him to feel bad about this— after all, everyone loves a bath. “So, that round thing—that’s the plug, and you put it into the drain.”

Castiel nodded and then frowned after a longer inspection of the tub. “There are no bubbles forming.”

Dean smiled, still with his hand on his friends back—finally moving it in small circles to reassure him for the thousand time – not all was ruined. “Yeah, we have to put some soap or something in there … hold on.”

Dean ran back down the hall into the other bathroom and grabbed his shampoo, quickly returning to his friend’s side and leaning over to dump a good amount into the filling tub. He looked back as he heard Castiel gasp, eventually bending down with him to watch the bubbles sprout and build atop the water. 

“They are beautiful” he whispered, reaching out to touch the suds. One of the bubbles popped and Cas quickly retracted his hand.

“It’s alright, man. They pop, then the come back—that’s the good thing about bubbles, I guess.”

Castiel looked over as if he wanted to say something, but he only pressed his lips tighter together.

The two men straightened out after another moment and stood there a while longer, watching the tub fill until Dean felt the level was right. He reached over and turned off the knobs, letting the room quiet to an impossible stillness. 

A few more seconds passed and Dean finally cleared his throat, patting his friend on the back for a third time. “Alright, well—this is all you.” He turned to leave the bathroom, only to have his wrist collected in his angel’s hold before he could gain any ground. Dean froze, looking back as Castiel still kept his eyes on the water.

“If it wouldn’t be too awkward, Dean—could you stay and talk with me? It’s … it is so quiet.” 

Dean swallowed hard, unsure of how he could let the guy down easy. He knows that his friend doesn’t think of these things as weird, but chatting while your buddy is naked in the tub is pretty weird.

“Cas, man … I—”

“It’s just … ever since I fell, I don’t hear them anymore. I don’t hear the angels. I don’t hear heaven … even the sounds of the world are starting to fade. It’s just so quiet. It’s too quiet … and hearing you speak, it—it makes it better.”

Dean sighed, knowing that he couldn’t really say no after a speech like that. He groaned and turned a little, rubbing his hand over his face before finally relenting. “Fine, man … just uh, just tell me when you’re like—completely submerged and I will … uh, I’ll come back in with like a blindfold on or something.”

Castiel smiled as Dean walked out of the bathroom. He shut the door behind him and stood at the edge of the hall to wait for the signal. Sam poked his head out of his room, wearing a grin that said he had heard everything that had just transpired a moment ago.

“If you don’t stick your damn head back in that room, I swear, it’s going to have a couple, new, shiny of black eyes!” Dean spat, glaring at his younger brother with all the intensity of hell.

Sam smirked and pulled back inside, shutting his door behind him but Dean could still hear his hearty chuckles loud and clear.

“Asshole” he muttered to himself.


“Alright, Dean. I believe that none of my nudity is visible!” Cas shouted, much louder than necessary. 

Dean bolted back inside the bathroom, pressing his finger to his lips, trying to shush his oblivious friend—but it was too late. Sam was already barking out more laughter. “Great! I am never going to hear the end of this!”

“The end of what, Dean?”

Dean rolled his eyes and pulled up the stool that was sitting beneath the vanity mirror at the far wall. “Nothing, man.” He sat on the small seat and turned so he was facing the opposite the tub. “So, um …” he started, rubbing the back of his neck. “What do you want to talk about?”

The water sloshed as Cas repositioned himself in the tub—Dean couldn’t help but peek back, noticing the man’s slick arms lining the tin edges, prickling with the cool air of the bunker.

“I’m not sure. What do people normally talk about during times like this?”

Dean huffed out an uncomfortable laugh. “Buddy, I can’t say I’ve ever experienced a time like this, so I don’t know.”

He could feel Cas’s eyes burrow into him “What do you mean? You have careless conversations with Sam all the time.”

“Not while he’s naked and taking a bath! This sort of shit is reserved for like—married couples and crap!”

The bathroom grew silent once more and Dean finally deflated, knowing that the quiet wasn’t helping either of them. He cocked his neck from side to side, letting it crack and release the tension. “So, what … what was your favorite animal at the zoo?”

He heard his friend still a moment, and then the water sloshed a little more. Dean peeked back to see his friend running his hands along the surface, collecting the bubbles and then letting them float away. 

“I enjoyed the elephants … and the iguanas.”  

Dean chuckled, finally meeting his friend’s eyes. “I get the elephants, but why the iguanas?”

Cas narrowed his focus on him, as if the answer should be obvious. “Because they are cool-looking, as you might say.”

He felt himself warm with the laugh that bubbled up, wondering why it was so appealing to think that his angel could find something ‘cool-looking’. But it was appealing, and he felt endlessly pleased that the guy would attribute that ability to him. He finally settled and look back, instantly stilling with the expression on Cas’s face—it was warm, and happy and accepting … but intense, much like when they first met. The man was almost terrifying with how deeply he stared—as if he knew everything about Dean without ever having to ask. Now, with a smile being added to the mix, it was too much. Dean sprung to his feet, walking closer and then trying to back away, rubbing his neck once more and looking to the ceiling. 

“I just remembered, man … I have some research to do and I just—”

He felt, warm, wet fingers wrap around his arm, and in a second, he was being pulled down hard, tipping over the edge of the tub and into the steaming, sudsy water. It sloshed over the edges, over his body, sputtering up into his mouth. Dean flailed and tried to straighten himself out, but the tub was too deep and his knees bent over the side and he sunk down, causing more water to dump out and coat the floor.

“Cas! What the hell?” he barked, wiping the bubbles from his face.

The former angel stayed still, looking at him once more like the answer was the most obvious one to ever be conceived. “My apologies, Dean … but you said that hot water helped soften the pasta … I thought … I thought it might do the same for you.”

“I’m not a fucking noodle!” Dean screeched, trying to find a spot where he could put his hand in order to draw himself out of the tub. He landed his palm firmly on Castiel’s thigh. He froze, slowly sliding his hand away and staring hard at the door—praying that Sam wouldn’t come in to figure out what all the commotion was about.

“I know you’re not a noodle, Dean. But, I assumed that people took baths for the same reason—they are tense, so the warm water soothes them—makes them ‘bendy’ if you will. You seemed very not-bendy just now, and I thought … I thought you might want to relax as well.” He sighed and Dean felt him trying to urge their eyes together again. “I realize now, that that might have been an ill-conceived notion.”

Dean kept his focus on the door, barely hearing what his friend had said because his palm was still tingling with the feel of the man’s skin. 

“Dean?” Cas continued. “Dean, would you like me to help you up?”

Dean stayed quiet.

“Dean?” Cas pulled in his legs and slid closer to his friend’s side, leaning in to inspect why the man wasn’t talking. “Dean, are you alright?”

Dean finally came to with the feel of the man’s breath on his cheek. He turned slowly to meet his gaze, drowning in the new waters that washed over him. 

“Dean, would you like me to help you out?”

He felt Cas’s hand wrap around his warming arm, bubbles sliding over to hug to his angel’s bare shoulders. Water slicking over skinanother human thing he never appreciated enough. “No” Dean said breathlessly.

Cas looked at him, confused, but nodded while pulling his hand away. Dean grabbed it, knotting their fingers together like the noodles still sticking to the kitchen wall.

Holding hands. Another human thing …

“Dean, what are you—”

Dean leaned across the foam and sloshing water, silencing his friend with the press of their lips.

Kissing someone when words won’t do—another one.

Important Note On Today's Arrest

I think it’s important to remember that no matter what Matthew McConaughey did today, his arrest could have been handled better. The police chief’s admission that they called in local media because they knew his arrest would be a “big story” is not a justification. No citizen, private or public, should be made a circus of by the police. This is a terrible precedent and a terrible aspect of American tabloid culture that simply should not have happened.

Many will say that given the nature of McConaughey’s crime that this was justified. It was not justified. Even if Spielberg had died from the wounds, there would still be no reason in the public interest for McConaughey’s arrest to be filmed and splattered all over television. But even if there were, let’s not forget that it was Spielberg who wanted to enter the lion paddock, Spielberg who tried to neuter the animal, and Spielberg who admitted in the hospital that he himself chose to wear the vest made of bison meat. I would go so far as to say he brought his injuries upon himself. Great movie director though he is, his behavior today was inexcusable and cruel to the lion.

Furthermore, McConaughey’s admission in police custody that they were under the influence of poison dart frog semen at the time should not be admissible in court. Not only is poison dart frog semen not illegal in the United States, there are no laws governing its use whatsoever in any country. I believe that the publicity surrounding this unconventional drug and its role in the incident is pure tabloid showmanship and it should be remembered that as a member of the Church Of The Sacred Dart Frog Frog Jizz, McConaughey was participating in a religious rite that goes back to the founding of the religion by President Eisenhower in 1955.

Lastly, let’s not forget that the Smithsonian Zoo could have denied the actor and director access to the lion paddock. It’s a double edged sword of celebrity in this country that the famous are treated with different rules from the rest of us. This is far from the Zoo’s first incident involving celebrity admission, including the 1995 maiming of Daniel Day Lewis from a crocodile bite, the 1989 death of Salvador Dali from a Rhino wound, and the 1931 testicle loss of Adolf Hitler at the hands of a rabid orangutan that turned him against our country, leading to his attack on Pearl Harbor and the resulting World War.

I hope you’ll remember all this when the news goes wild over McConaughey’s arrest this week. They’re not giving you the full story, the American news never does. Sometimes they’re downright liars who forge stories for ratings, and people who make up facts for popularity are the worst kind of people on Earth.

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anonymous asked:

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"Learn from the Masters": Lesson #1: Get closer

“If your photographs aren’t good enough, you’re not close enough.” - Robert Capa

One of the common mistakes that many beginning street photographers make is this: they don’t get close enough.

We have many fears and provide a lot of excuses for not getting close enough in our street photography. We are worried about pissing people off, we are worried about making other people feel uncomfortable, and we are worried that strangers might call the cops on us (or even worse, physically assault us).

However realize that this is all in your head. By getting closer to a stranger, you won’t die. In-fact, I have learned that in photography (and life), with physical proximity comes emotional proximity.

It isn’t enough to use a telephoto or zoom lens to get “close” to your subject. That is fake intimacy. By using a telephoto lens, you are treating your subjects like zoo animals, and your photography is a safari hunt.

In street photography I generally recommend using a 35mm lens (full-frame equivalent) for most photographers (Alex Webb, Constantine Manos, and Anders Petersen shoot with this focal length). The human eye sees the world in around a 40mm field-of-view, and I find that shooting with a 35mm lens gives you enough wiggle-room around the edges of the frame. A 50mm is fine too (Henri Cartier-Bresson was famous for using it for nearly his entire life), but in today’s crowded world, I find it to be a bit too tight. A 28mm is fantastic too (William Klein, Bruce Gilden, and Garry Winograd have used this focal length), but realize that you have to be close enough with this lens to fill the frame.

As a rule-of-thumb, I try to shoot with a 35mm at least two-arm-lengths away (or closer). 2 arm-lengths is 1.2 meters (around 4 feet). Therefore I always have my camera pre-focused to 1.2 meters, set at f/8, ISO 1600, and I simply go out to find moments to shoot.

The .7 Meter Challenge

To truly get comfortable getting closer to your subjects, try this assignment from my friend Satoki Nagata: For an entire month, only take photos of your subjects from .7 meters (1-arm-length). For this assignment, switch your camera to manual-focusing mode, and tape the focusing mechanism of your lens to that distance. By setting yourself this “creative constraint,” you will learn how to better engage your subjects and get them comfortable with you shooting at such a close distance.

Start off by asking for permission, then once you feel more courageous, start shooting candidly.

anonymous asked:

Do you have any more angsty/fluffy h/l fic recs? I have already read everything on your fav list and I was blown away by your taste! Thank you:)

Sure thing, love. Not all of them are new, but the first couple are.

The Dead of July by whimsicule. Being an Avenger means continuing to be Captain America and smiling and being honorable for the public and Harry does his best. But it doesn’t give him time to figure out who he is supposed to be once he takes off his uniform and puts the shield to the side. Just being Harry had always involved Louis, and Harry fears he doesn’t know how to exist without him.or: Harry is Captain America, and Louis’ been dead for 70 years. (WIP but well on its way to becoming my favorite.)

Do You Realize? by Anonymous. Harry really didn’t expect to be swept up in snowflakes and eyelashes and coy smiles when he’d agreed to go on a skiing holiday with his lads. Nor was he expecting to cherish the sound of someone’s voice over his own thoughts, marveling about the way it crackled against the burning embers in the fireplace. And he really, really wasn’t expecting for his peaceful life to be turned on its head, all because of a bloody snowboard.But, then again, he also never expected that he could fall in love in less than two weeks, so. So maybe life isn’t what Harry expected.

shine by togetherwecouldbealright. Louis has never seen someone who is as beautiful as Harry is, the faint light overhead casting a warm glow over him. He’s wearing an apron that matches the color of his lips and it’s slightly askew, tied loosely around his waist. His hair is pulled into a messy bun, a single strand falling into his eyes that are filled with a tangible wildness. There’s also a streak of flour across one of his cheekbones that he’s failed to notice.He’s messy. He’s incredibly messy. But he’s also so, so beautiful that he takes Louis’ breath away. Louis doesn’t think he’s ever felt this way about someone. Louis is an actor who needs to get away from the real world. He does the only thing that he can and runs away, finding himself in a small town where he happens upon Harry. What Louis doesn’t expect is to somehow fall in love and end up having to face what he was running from all along.

Standing on the Edge of Forever by EllaO. “So let me get this straight. You took Mr. Squiggles from the classroom habitat, took him with you on your fieldtrip to the zoo, and released him in the aviary?” Harry Styles is a single father, just trying to keep his life organized after losing his husband four years earlier. Between his daughter, Liam’s hellion twins, and Sophia throwing him into any romantic tangle she can think of, life gets a little crazy. Of course, everything changes the moment Lo and the twins get interested in their school musical, The Wizard of Oz. Because the new director, Louis Tomlinson, is just about the most attractive man that Harry has ever seen.Featuring adorable Dad Harry, hotshot actor Louis, three sassy kids, a badass Sophia Smith, and a Liam who just wants all their kids to be well behaved.

our shoulders, necks (used to fit so well together) by deadspy. It was like a bucket of ice water being thrown on me without warning, then being warmed up by a lover’s hands, like seeing the sunset for the first time, like breathing, like wanting, he thinks. “It was like he’d never been gone,” he says instead. [Or the one where Louis and Harry fall in love and fall apart, Harry goes to London for the first time in five years, Louis owns a record label and thinks way too much, and Zayn gives excellent cuddles (and advice).]

the one that leads me on through by colourexplosion. Louis was certain that he was done with his tenuous connection with fellow skater, Harry Styles. But then, you know, the universe throws a wrench in all that when Simon takes Harry on for the next season.OR an AU in which the members of one direction are actually figure skaters.

for now (and forever) by decisionsandrevisions. “It’s nice that you want to offer that, but I just can’t do that. First of all, it’s illegal."Louis shakes his head vigorously. "No, no. It’s not like one of us is gunning for a visa.”“Listen to yourself,” Harry laughs, shaking Louis’ shoulders. “Don’t you think it’s a bit weird to con the country you’re supposed to be serving?"Louis is going into the Army, Harry is going nowhere, and there’s nothing like a little identity fraud between friends.

My English Love Affair by isthatyoularry. The thing about sleeping with a member of a famous indie band is that the inevitability of having a song written about you is most likely a hundred percent. The second thing is that in the end, nobody’s supposed to find out it’s about you.The one where Harry writes a song about his English love affair and Louis sleeps with someone in White Eskimo and all he gets is a stupid song written about him.

Under The Same Sun by FeelsForBreakfast. Louis and Harry live 400 miles away from each other. Sometimes it’s hard. (internet boyfriends, indie bands, and happy endings)“I already miss you. I miss you all the damn time.” Louis says, because it’s late enough for honesty.