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1990 -  When developers and the town of Oka wanted to start building a golf course on stolen land that belonged to them and that contained a sacred grove and a burial ground, the Mohawk tribe around Kanehsatake, Quebec, rose up and occupied the area. 

Ultimately the stand-off with the police and the Canadian army lasted 78 days before the warriors gave up the occupation. The building of the golf course was cancelled. 

From this great documentary: [Kanehsatake: 270 Years of Resistance]

Another WIP

I’ve been working on yet another Transformers fanfiction featuring Jazz and Prowl.  I swear I thought it was just going to be a one-scene wonder in which Jazz visits Prowl at his home while Prowl’s on medical leave after the injury that gives him his glitch, but it’s gotten … long.  And full of world-building, from post-Quintessan-occupation architecture to Cybertronian neural anatomy.  (And there is singing, because there is Jazz and I’m writing him.  Another filk, hoo boy!)  Here’s a bit from the middle or so of the first draft (now about ¾ complete):

“I jus’ want to help,” Jazz said, abruptly desperate the fill the yawning stillness as if it were a chasm threatening to swallow them.  “You’re a good mech, Prowl.  You deserve better than — all this.”  His left servo took in their surroundings with a vague gesture, careful to avoid the other bot’s personal space.

Prowl vented a barely audible sigh of atmosphere.  “‘Use every mech after his desert,’“ he murmured, “‘and who shall escape punishment?’“

Jazz rolled his optics.  “Not what I meant,” he said, bizarrely heartened by this characteristic sententiousness.  “You’re savvy an’ decent an’ loyal.  They’re fools t’ throw ya away ‘cause of a … glitch in your systems.”

“No one is throwing me away,” Prowl said, the tips of his doorwings lifting to peer over his shoulder-guards like shy minicons.  “The medics tell me that with time and discipline I can develop habits of thought that will minimize the number of critical exceptions I experience.”  His glance sought the doorside shrine, then returned to Jazz.  “But …”

Jazz held very still, hardly venting.  “But?”

“But I cannot — focus.  Not enough to write the — the necessary routines.”  Prowl uncrossed and recrossed his arms, but Jazz merely nodded encouragement, letting no hint of his concern leak into his own frame language.  “I’ve tried, but every time it triggers … something.”

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Primal

Kinks 76-Smutty/sloppy/dirty sex

Warnings: violence, language, primal!Gabriel, soulmates/bonded, rough sex, possessive!Gabriel, hair pulling, wing!kink

Word Count: 3315

Gender: Female

Author: Gwen

Part Two: Essential

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It was a bleak night with lightning providing the only source of light as the boys and you headed toward an abandoned mansion. Far away from town a large grand building stood with the occupancy of a couple demons that had terrorized the local area. Already two people were behind bars as they were believed to have kill their entire families, but the three of you knew better.

Rain started to hit the impala’s sleek black paint as Dean turned into the long gravel driveway, leading up to the house. A few yards away he cut the headlights, wanting the element of surprise for tonight’s hunt. The impala went around the same round-about driveway, a broken fountain in the middle, parking under a large oak tree to hide from view and protect it from the storm.

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Lucille found herself in a familiar part of the city. Her body traveled the accustomed path before she had even thought where she was going. A bar tucked among the rising buildings and maze of narrow streets and alleyways beckoned to her. She knew this neighborhood, this small city within the larger city. The buildings were stacked on top of each other, some touching, others with narrow pathways between them. She was familiar with each and every apartment and office building. She knew the occupants and she knew their secrets. She watched over them, watched over their lives, yet she was always alone, always apart.

Lu could feel the heavy bassline rumble in her body, almost overpowering the nervous, excited thumping of her heart. She’d heard about this bar and from a guy. Maybe he could help her with a fake ID. Lu had no idea what shewas  feeling, but she knew it’s one of those things. Maybe all of them mixed in one. She could feel a shooting pain in her stomach, like someone is repeatedly pushing a knife in the same place in her abdomen. Her mind was crowded. Not with thoughts, but with feelings. She had no thoughts on her mind. She stopped thinking about things a long time ago.

SADNESS. LONELINESS. FEAR. ANGER. PAIN.

She ordered another tequila. She knew she shouldn’t. But she licked the salt and emptied the knee cap, and put lemon in her mouth. She didin’t even made a squirmy face people usually do after drinking tequila and feeling the sour taste of lemon in their mouths, so the waiter eyed her, but she ignored him. Instead, she ordered another tequila. How would she recognize the guy? Well at least it was warm in the bar.

Landlord too lazy to do the right thing? That's fine, I'll work harder to make sure you're accountable.

So I live in a 10 unit apparent building in a large metropolitan city with a landlord that used to be a lot better than she is currently. Her relationship with the building’s occupants has gone down the tubes since she decided she didn’t like being a landlord anymore and stopped giving a shit about fixing things on time. Not to mention opening the place up to air b&b bimbos who get drunk, lose their key, and ring every doorbell in the building at 4AM until someone gets up to let them in. My roommate and I have been living here for a couple years and are sticking it out for now, but we’ve become prone to a lot more petty behavior than we have in the past.

The latest incident was an enormous CRT Television that someone left in the down stairs hallway near the front door. It’s the biggest CRT I’ve ever seen and takes up nearly half the width of the hallway. I would have loved to have had it when I was 10, but now it’s just a giant burden. There were a few people that moved out recently and some shuffling around so I figured it was temporary.

Cut to a month later and it’s still happily taking up space in the hallway, irritating me more every time I have to look at it. My roommate wanted to just chuck it to the curb were it would likely incur the building, and my landlord, with a pricey fine as ‘bulky garbage’ pickup was only allowed on certain days of the week, but I stopped him, tempting as it was, and figured that writing an email first was the adult thing to do - at least give the landlord the chance to do handle this. She had gotten fines before because of the carelessness of other tenants with their garbage and I wanted to attempt to do the right thing.

So I email the landlord, cc'ing everyone in the building without accusing anyone, asking for her to help address the problem. Within 5 minutes she emails me, and me alone, back saying “just put it outside”. Welp, OK, I guess she doesn’t care about the fine.

My roommate and I are moving it within minutes. Only thing is that it weighs a TON! No wonder someone didn’t want to bring it with them! Really awkward to get outside, but we did. Planted it right in front of our building, ready for the garbage men to see in the morning and give out the fine.

The revenge comes later that night around 10PM - my roommate came back from the store and told me thatsomeone had moved the enormous TV down the street in front of another building! So this was my landlord’s plan? Just push it over to another house to deal with so she wouldn’t get the fine!

Well $*#@ that. Landlord isn’t getting out of this that easy.

TV was just as heavy and awkward as ever, but my roommate and I hauled this thing right back down the block to our building. We even wrote the building number on the TV incase someone tried to move it again!

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Landlord too lazy to do the right thing? That's fine, I'll work harder to make sure you're accountable.

So I live in a 10 unit apparent building in a large metropolitan city with a landlord that used to be a lot better than she is currently. Her relationship with the building’s occupants has gone down the tubes since she decided she didn’t like being a landlord anymore and stopped giving a shit about fixing things on time. Not to mention opening the place up to air b&b bimbos who get drunk, lose their key, and ring every doorbell in the building at 4AM until someone gets up to let them in. My roommate and I have been living here for a couple years and are sticking it out for now, but we’ve become prone to a lot more petty behavior than we have in the past.

The latest incident was an enormous CRT Television that someone left in the down stairs hallway near the front door. It’s the biggest CRT I’ve ever seen and takes up nearly half the width of the hallway. I would have loved to have had it when I was 10, but now it’s just a giant burden. There were a few people that moved out recently and some shuffling around so I figured it was temporary.

Cut to a month later and it’s still happily taking up space in the hallway, irritating me more every time I have to look at it. My roommate wanted to just chuck it to the curb were it would likely incur the building, and my landlord, with a pricey fine as ‘bulky garbage’ pickup was only allowed on certain days of the week, but I stopped him, tempting as it was, and figured that writing an email first was the adult thing to do - at least give the landlord the chance to do handle this. She had gotten fines before because of the carelessness of other tenants with their garbage and I wanted to attempt to do the right thing.

So I email the landlord, cc'ing everyone in the building without accusing anyone, asking for her to help address the problem. Within 5 minutes she emails me, and me alone, back saying “just put it outside”. Welp, OK, I guess she doesn’t care about the fine.

My roommate and I are moving it within minutes. Only thing is that it weighs a TON! No wonder someone didn’t want to bring it with them! Really awkward to get outside, but we did. Planted it right in front of our building, ready for the garbage men to see in the morning and give out the fine.

The revenge comes later that night around 10PM - my roommate came back from the store and told me that someone had moved the enormous TV down the street in front of another building! So this was my landlord’s plan? Just push it over to another house to deal with so she wouldn’t get the fine!

Well $*#@ that. Landlord isn’t getting out of this that easy.

TV was just as heavy and awkward as ever, but my roommate and I hauled this thing right back down the block to our building. We even wrote the building number on the TV incase someone tried to move it again!

EDIT: As of this afternoon the TV is gone from in front of my building. Not sure the garbage truck or someone else picked it up, or if it was just moved even further away. Either way, I probably won’t know if my landlord got the fine or not unless she tries to blame me, which I doubt she will because it would involve her basically admitting to moving the TV away from the building. I half want her to though, just for the satisfaction.

Via @fastcompany

Your Office Has Its Own Microbiome, And It Comes From Your Coworkers’ Skin

With the rise of cheap gene sequencing, scientists have spent the last decade exploring the previously unknown microbial communities that live in and on the human body. One study last year actually found that people have unique microbial “fingerprints” that can identify us as individuals.

It turns out the same might be true for the microbiomes of different cities.

A group of researchers, publishing in the journal mSystems, reached this conclusion by taking a detailed look at the microbiome of an average office. They wanted to better understand what makes the microbial community of a “built environment” vary—is it the building materials, the occupants, the location inside the office, or perhaps the geography or climate? They sampled nine offices in three very different cities—Flagstaff, San Diego, and Toronto—over the course of a year to find out.

Read the full story, and learn much more about the human microbiome in the exhibition, The Secret World Inside You, now open. 

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1990 -  When developers and the town of Oka wanted to start building a golf course on stolen land that belonged to them and that contained a sacred grove and a burial ground, the Mohawk tribe around Kanehsatake, Quebec, rose up and occupied the area.

Ultimately the stand-off with the police and the Canadian army lasted 78 days before the warriors gave up the occupation. The building of the golf course was cancelled.

From this great documentary: [Kanehsatake: 270 Years of Resistance]