majors 2013

“Flooded Cottonwood”

Looking more like a scene from a swamp in Louisiana, these cottonwoods stood in the flooded waters of the Big Thompson River during the major floods of September 2013.  It was unbelievable to see all the destruction from the catastrophic event, but this scene reminded me that there’s beauty in everything nature brings.  A classic Colorado plains sunrise lit up the sky during the perfect reflection.

Near Milliken, Colorado - October 2013

Shot Notes:

Portra 160 4x5, 90mm Caltar Lens
10 seconds at f22, 2 stop soft GND filter


“Alright, I’m gonna play the next song with these on. Is that alright?
You can’t see? That’s fine. You just gotta hear.
You just gotta hear, baby.
…Alright, I’m sorry. No, fuck it…”

The Front Bottoms UK Tour 2016 Update


Statue of Alexander II of Russia, the Tsar Liberator in front of the Parliament in Sofia

The statue was built to commemorate the Liberation of Bulgaria as a result of the Russo-Turkish war of 1877-8

The sculptor Arnoldo Zocchi won the contest against other 89 of his colleagues from around the world.

The statue was built in 1901-3 but the monument’s inauguration was in 1907. 

The statue went under major restoration works in 2013.

                                      Stephane Lambiel Watchpost

Competing and doing an exhibition in 1997

1999/2000 & 2000/2001: SP (La Cumparsita) LP (Triton)

2001/2002: SP (Vuelvo Al Sur) LP (Quidam)

2002/2003: SP (Laissez-moi Me Griser) LP (Chocolat)

2003/2004: SP (I’m a Doun For Lack o’ Johnnie) LP1 (Gypsy Dance) LP2 (Zabuca/Loving Paris)

2004/2005: SP (Spanish Caravan) LP1 (The Truman Show) LP2 (King Arthur)

2005/2006: SP1 (Malaguena) SP2 (Dralion) LP (Four Seasons)

2006/2007: SP1 (Geissel Drama) SP2 (Blood Diamond) LP (Poeta)

2007/2008: SP (Carne Cruda) LP (Poeta)

2009/2010: SP (William Tell Overture) LP1 (Otono Porteno) LP2 (La Traviata)

Exhibitions (selected):

anonymous asked:

Um hello, could I have an question answered? Well it's uh, it's just how is did? I really want to know the fundamentals of it, and how do you cope with it, you know?

absolutely anon, although the question is a bit vague and open ended, i will try my best

for me my disorder is mostly dissociation and numbness, i rarely feel anything and i feel totally indifferent to my traumatic memories. When i look back at them they don’t make me sad because I can’t link myself to the event that happened. amnesia is a large part of it since i lose a lot of time (most of the time i experience full blackout amnesia), typically an hour a day if i’m at home or 2-5 hours if i go out. The longest period of time i missed was 8 months, the majority of 2013, when I came back i was disorientated for a few months and had little sense of self, a specific alter helped me through that time. amnesia doesn’t just affect my day-to-day life, as i also have issue remembering my childhood. 

sometimes i randomly remember things alters did/do, the best way i can describe it is like remembering a dream, though a bit harder to distinguish whether it actually happened or not. sometimes if i am co-conscious with them i can watch the world through their eyes, i have a bit more control and communication is easier. 

there is a very vivid world in my mind, and i can hear my alters voices if they choose to speak to me, at times they have a more physical form and appearance that is projected in the world, and we can interact in more different ways. when we communicate we can have normal conversations, they can be talking down to me or making me feel bad, they can be saying revealing things about the past, etc. 

um yea so to sum up its kind of a blur for me and unpleasant experience thats only been getting worse over time. its especially bad when the “meaner” alters front, such as Adrian who is prone to committing acts of self harm on my body and even attempting suicide in the past. i mainly cope by relying on my protector, luka, to relay information to me and make sure no one does anything stupid, and my boyfriend to take care of alters when they front. thinking about it, i actually make very little effort to cope with this aside from going to the doctors frequently and counselling… please just bare in mind all of this is very specific to me, and everyone living with DID is going to be different.

- reb

anonymous asked:

In some of the photos from the recording of the music video it kinda looks like he has the same hairstyle as in 2013 (shorter in the sides and longer on the top of his head). I wonder if maybe he's gotten it cut now or if it's just how his hair has grown out and looks when it's styled.

Yeah major throwback to early 2013-ish :) It looks really good. 


FRONTLINE: With or Without the Patriot Act, Here’s How the NSA Can Still Spy on Americans

While it may only be temporary, the National Security Agency on Monday lost its authority to collect Americans’ phone records in bulk after the Senate failed to extend provisions of the Patriot Act authorizing the controversial domestic surveillance program.

But these Patriot Act provisions represent just one component of the NSA surveillance capabilities exposed in 2013 by former NSA contractor Edward Snowden.

Under an entirely separate law, the 2008 FISA Amendments Act, the government still has the authority to access the communications of users of popular Internet sites such as Facebook, Google, Microsoft and Yahoo. Section 702 of the law, which does not expire until 2017, gives the government the ability to collect the content of an Internet user’s actual communications — not just metadata.

An even older and more obscure Reagan-era law, Executive Order No. 12333, provides U.S. intelligence with nearly identical surveillance capabilities to intercept overseas communications.

Also unaffected by the sunset of Section 215 is the use of National Security Letters, which since 9/11 have helped to dramatically expand the government’s ability to collect information about Americans directly from phone companies and Internet providers. Any FBI office can issue one, without a court’s review and with a gag order. In the past 10 years, more than 300,000 National Security Letters have been issued, according to the Electronic Frontier Foundation, and until 2013, no major Internet or phone company is known to have questioned the constitutionality of one.

To learn more, check out recent FRONTLINE doc United States of Secrets

The two-part documentary follows how the U.S. government came to monitor and collect the communications of millions of people around the world — and here at home — and the lengths to which officials tried hide the massive surveillance from the public.

homebasered  asked:

Can you tell us why/how you travelled so much?

I dunno if this is an interesting story, but I’ll try to make it interesting.

When I first immigrated to America I didn’t have much of a choice in the matter. Or at least, not a solid choice with good options. My mother tried to be fair to me and to herself, and said “I’m planning to move to America. I’d love for you to come with me, but if you don’t want to leave, you don’t have to. You could stay with your grandparents.” I chose to go with her, which, I think, was a pretty obvious choice to a 10 year old who’d lived with that mother their whole lives and couldn’t imagine any alternative.

So, in that sense, I was kind of thrown into America. And for a good 2-3 years, I hated it. 

I was a smart kid in Russia - I read at a high-school level. In America, I was dumb. I couldn’t talk. I couldn’t understand simple instruction in GYM class. I couldn’t go anywhere by myself. The kids in my class, after gawking at me like a shiny new toy for 3 days, quickly disappeared after they realized that trying to communicate with me was too much of a chore and too awkward. The teachers tried to be nice, but it was difficult to deal with a child who couldn’t communicate with them. The kids on the bus made it a daily game to lean over their seats and repeat my broken English at me in funny voices, trying to rile me up. 

It was especially frustrating because my mother had specifically told me: “You aren’t allowed to punch people in America.” And when I asked her “why?!” in an indignant tone of my Freedom Fists being taken away from me, she explained gravely “Because we will get sued. Everyone in America sues everyone else. We will get sued, lose all of our money and go to jail.” 

So, punching was benched. My language was benched. I rode out elementary school in a perpetual state of numb frustration, flanked by my mother’s own struggle with culture shock and isolation. She couldn’t cook - the ovens were different, the food was different, she couldn’t find any of her usual spices and ingredients in the grocery store. Her Master’s Degree in Architecture from a Russian University might as well have been a crayon drawing of a gold medal from the perspective of potential careers. She couldn’t make friends, because of her English. 

On her birthday party, my step-father, in a desperate attempt to give her a way to socialize, invited all his work friends and their wives. They tried to talk to her about house-keeping, about the weather - my mother was horrified. I remember coming over to her to offer her cake, and having it yanked from my hands with dark mutters of “they don’t even dare breathe a word of politics of geography, why does everything have to be about laundry?!” Half an hour later, she dug up a bottle of vodka from god knows where, dragged all the middle-aged white-picket-fence women to her table by their hair and taught them the proper Russian way to take a shot. The men staggered back from the bar to find the women singing something at their table, the vodka empty. My mother, bitter but victorious, sat at the head of the table. 

I was slightly more successful. Eventually I came to have friends - one by one. By middle school, I had more or less mastered the art of Not Fucking Up in English. I kicked and screamed my way out of ESL class (well, I tested out. Grumpily.), and my school finally put me back on a regular track with Literature and other subjects. 

In high school, I started learning German for fun, because both of my grandparents also spoke it. In college, I picked up Japanese to expand my roster. 

I went to Europe for a university trip during a Psych of the Holocaust class, and realized that in Berlin, I could figure my way around small-talk in German. In Check Republic I could understand the shop-keepers’s questions and nod at the right times through Slavic language parallels. I realized that in each country I went to, I was more powerful than I thought - that despite being a million miles from my comfort zone, my comfort was always with me. 

By the time I was graduating, I was graduating with a Linguistics Degree, and an acute obsession with learning more languages (which, I think is pretty common for all Linguistics majors).

In 2013 I applied to the JET program. In 2014 I was on the plane, heading towards Tokyo - and eventually, towards Yamagata prefecture. 

I feel strangely at home when I’m not at home. Call it an itch, call it Wanderlust, or Fernweh, whatever. My initial encounter with culture shock left me with an adrenaline rush - and I kind of like it. I no longer feel like I belong in Russia - but I don’t feel like I belong in America. No matter which country I’ve repeatedly come back to, neither feels more or less like home. No matter where I go, people remind me that I am part of The Other Place. Rather, I feel like I am constantly in a state of having one foot on either continent and am bobbing along the sea without ever making land. 

And in a way, I’ve gotten so used to it, I don’t want to stop. I’m now home-shy, and I don’t want a place to go back to. Rather, I’d prefer to keep traveling and keep seeing more and more, because consistently moving through as a visitor has become a state of being which is the closest to home I can identify with. 

anonymous asked:

May you explain the Australian election to me? I'm not Australian but it seems quite unique.

OK so we have The House of Representatives and The Senate. The House of Reps has 150 seats determined by electorates that are determined by population of an area. So you get very differently sized areas like so due to city population density vs country density:

Members (or MPs) are elected by the people in their electorate so as I don’t live in the hella rich Sydney area of Wentworth I can’t vote for our current Prime Minister of Malcolm Turnbull. Instead, I live in the electorate of Moore where the Liberal member is Ian Goodenough and he’s pretty safely re-elected as my area is populated by lots of Liberals (conservatives in Australia).

The Senate is composed of 12 people from each state and 2 from each territory (NT and ACT). This means parties from any section of the state can run for Senate.

So first off electing an MP is pretty simple. Just fill out the form numbering from 1 to however many boxes there are. In my electorate last election there was only 4 and it took a few seconds to fill out. The paper looks like this:

This is to get preferences! If you vote #1 for a party that isn’t that popular then your vote can still go to your 2nd preference. If the #1 votes are tallied up and none of the several options has a majority then the least popular party is eliminated and the secondary, third, etc, preferences are then used to determine who is ultimately the most popular person. Pretty simple. This way you can vote for the party you want to be in and not throw away your vote on someone who won’t get elected because your preferences count.

Electing a senator is a horrifying nightmare that frightens and intimidates new comers and seasoned voters alike.

Here is what the paper looks like if you’re lucky:

Here’s what it actually looks like:

That big thick line divides it between just the parties (above the line) and every single person running for every single party (below the line). Before recent voting reform your option was to tick one box above the line… or all of them below the line. The Queensland senate election that just happened had 122 boxes below the line…

Fuck. So naturally people would just tick one box and be done with it. Now we have to number at least 6 (or more) boxes above the line and 12 (or more) below the line making it a lot easier to use our classic preferential voting system. We used to have to spend half an hour weighing up in our heads “which one of these racist bastards deserves to be my 68th preference? Hmmmm.” Now we can just go “well, I’ve run out of non-racist parties and filled in 12 boxes. My work here is done” AND LEAVE.


The Government needs at least 76 MPs in the house of reps to form a majority government. One time in 2010 they both got 72… which results in a hung parliament. That’s right. There was an even split where the country collectively went “uh… we… don’t know which one of you sucks the most so I guess we’ll flip a coin?” (we would later discover the answer was “Tony Abbott” but that’s for 2013 to discover). As we have a system where other parties can run and get elected the government at the time (Labor, under Gillard) had to form a coalition with a bunch other MPs like Adam Bandt from The Greens and Andrew Wilkie (independent) just to run a government. And then after that the main parties got their act together and became popular again and everyone learned their lesson when it comes to voting so divisively…

Lol jokes. We did it again.

So Tony Abbott won a majority government in 2013 for the House of Reps but lacked a majority in the Senate so had to try and convince independents and minor parties (like The Greens) to let him get a lot of legislation through. This was sometimes very difficult and sometimes impossible. He described the Senate as “feral”, the Senate described him in a lot of round-about-politician talk that equated to “you’re an unreasonable idiot.” So what do if a Senate won’t pass things?

Double Dissolution. If you get something rejected twice with the space of at least three months between attempting to get it passed that’s what we call a “trigger” for a double dissolution. It’s designed to remove deadlocks. Turnbull (who took over Abbott when his party realised no one liked him even a little bit and changed leaders mid-term, as is tradition in Australian politics) looked at a senate he couldn’t easily control and went “fuck that noise” so pulled the trigger so to speak and then everyone had to get re-elected. Both House of Reps and Senate were dissolved. The idea was that hopefully Australia would go “I can see how having lots of independents in the house of reps and senate makes it difficult for the major party to rule, better vote for a major party so we can finally have a stable government instead of the past 5 years of dumb fuckery” and Turnbull would have a smooth term. “Let’s stick with the current mob.” was an actual election slogan.


We broke it.

We decided to vote in more independents. Different ones, but still slightly more. But here’s the thing: If people can’t make it to the polls on election day (for reasons like “overseas”, etc) they send in a postal vote… and there’s over a million that need to be collected and counted. When your country’s population is only 23 million (and a lot of those are under 18) that’s a big deal… and we won’t know who wins until all those are counted.

The two main parties are neck and neck… and the way it’s looking neither of them are going to get 76 seats. We could have another hung parliament like in 2010… and before that: 1940. The country collectively looked at The Liberals (who had a large majority last election) and went “WE KINDA PREFER LABOR, BUT NOT THAT MUCH I GUESS!” so we won’t know for days, potentially more than a week or so, if either main party gets to form a government. And whoever forms it has to deal with all sorts of new and different people in the Senate… If no one can form government then it’s back to have another election I suppose. Fingers crossed that doesn’t happen, and if it does - that it doesn’t result in another hung result!


So potentially, as is now a tradition in Australia, we could have the 6th change of Prime Minister in 6 years…

Fuckin’ straya.