Via @blklivesmatter: Today, delegates from the Movement for Black Lives join organizers and activists in #Bil'in, a territory in occupied Palestine where resisters are engaged in nonviolent protest. In the fight for dignity, justice and freedom, the Movement for Black Lives is committed to the global shared struggle of oppressed people, namely the people of occupied #Palestine and other indigenous communities who for decades have resisted the occupation of their land, the ethnic cleansing of their people, and the erasure of their history and experiences.
In this violent, political climate, it is urgent that we make clear the connection between violence inflicted on Black people globally that is encouraged and permitted by the state and the profiling, harm, and genocide funded by the United States and perpetrated by Zionists vigilantes and the Israeli Defense Forces on Palestinian people. Our collective oppression mandates that we work together across geography, language and culture to decry and organize an end to capitalistic, imperialist regimes.
We commit to global struggle, solidarity, and support of the Boycott, Divest and Sanction (BDS) movement to fight for freedom, justice and equality for #Palestinian people and to end international support of the occupation. #FreedomNow #BlackPalestinianSolidarity
combines 3D printing and robotics with his own head mounted display to explore the fake concrete corridors of a maze:
The Black Box is a robotic installation, a reference to Vilém Flusser’s
concept of the technology that intentionally conceals its inner
workings. As its metaphor, by borrowing the body and the senses of a
robot, the observer wanders in a maze closed off from the outside world.
Unlike virtual reality, this inner universe of concrete has mass, it
occupies space, it’s a subset of our physical world. This makeshift
symbiosis of flesh and machine becomes complete, when, through its own
reflection in a mirror, it emerges as a hybrid being moving in unison
ok but listen: the ghostbusters need a lawyer. they need to get a lawyer on retainer asap I mean look at the structural damage they caused without waivers, the exposure of the public to dangerous weapons and all the resulting personal injuries claims, the use of nuclear devices without permits? and they definitely have an employment case against that ass at the start who fired them without notice, without a review or hearing and with verbal assault, also are they being paid? how are they being paid? who did the conveyancing documents for their new headquarters? being fake arrested by police without their permission, that’s false imprisonment and assault, and what about if a whole bunch of people turn around and are like “our aunt wanted US to get the house when she died and we know because she’s angry and haunting us and we want to subpoena the ghostbusters to give evidence” what about then like you’re talking a whole new world of probate law that they could be dragged kicking and screaming into. they really really need a lawyer and all I’m saying is I’m a lawyer and also I want to kiss holtzmann on the mouth.
In the year 2005, my phone rang. On the other end, a cousin, much older than I. A rarity then and now. I never hear from my relatives, unless they need something. Of course, he needed something. His only daughter and reason for living needed a place to stay for a few days. The college she attended, which was located quite near me, was closing for a few days due to an approaching hurricane. He wanted to know if it would be ok for her to shelter with me and the fam.
Truthfully, I was delighted to take her in. I hadn’t seen her in years and since my days were occupied solely by keeping company with a 2 yo and 6 yo, adult conversation sounded magnificent! A few days of living vicariously through a carefree 20 yo single college girl? Hell yes!
Except, hell no. That’s not what showed up on my doorstep. I got a broken-hearted sad sack 20yo who thought life wasn’t worth living anymore because (let’s call him) Bruce left her for the Air Force Academy.
Three solid days she cried. Cried. Snotty faced, hiccuping, inconsolable, incomprehensible. Three. Solid. Days. By the time she left, I was ready to kill her and Bruce.
She told me every single last detail of their relationship. All of it. TMI. And I listened. And I said kind hopeful things. It wasn’t an interesting story, just typical. She loved him pathologically and was ready to throw away her education and career and follow him to The Academy. All she wanted was to devote her life to worshipping him as a good subservient wife. But Bruce, it turns out, was a good man. He would not let her sacrifice herself. He told her to continue on her successful life trajectory and he would continue on his. Time would pass and when they were done establishing themselves as adults in the grownup world, he would come back, he said. He also said, don’t wait for me. Go live your life. If it’s meant to be it will be.
Bruce sounds too good to be true, right? I thought so too. The hubs and I talked quietly about it at night. How awful! That’s what we thought. We could see what she could not. That Bruce was being a pussy. Bad, bad, Bruce! Why couldn’t he just be honest? Say “I don’t love you. It’s over. Goodbye.” Just own it Bruce! How dare he take the easy way out of dumping her like that? Bruce had no intentions of coming back. We could see that. Bruce was off living up the fly boy life and here the hubby and I were mopping up his shit. Damn that selfish fucker! Ugh!
Anyway, she left. She seemingly moved on. Landed her dream job in a big city. Met a guy, let’s call him Bum. Moved in with this much older guy with a 2 yo daughter. Years passed. I never saw her in those years. We kept in touch on social media of course. Occasional phone calls. Then…
2012. An invitation arrives in my mailbox. A wedding invitation. Open it to see when and where this marriage to Bum will take place, and wait!
She’s getting married to Bruce. 7 years later. Out of the blue. I hadn’t heard any mention of his name in 7 years and suddenly, it’s Bruce. Because for her it always was Bruce. They lived away from each other for 7 years. Lived with and loved other people for 7 years. But Bruce indeed was a good guy. He loved her so much he let go. But then…. He came back.
While Pakistan pretends to be the champion of Kashmiri azaadi it funds the proxy-war in Kashmir and makes a mockery of democracy in the part it has occupied. How can you call for a plebiscite when you rig polls in your own country?
P.S: Predictable enough, there is a media blackout in Pakistan Occupied Kashmir
Taking terrible out-of-context screenshots from people who have blocked you, deliberately mangling their arguments to look terrible, calling a trans woman transphobic for saying that trans people’s access to straight privilege is super conditional and they can’t occupy the political position of Straightness, and now infantilizing an autistic woman: The Praxis.
Bonus points for mocking me for the dovecourse posts last night. Yes, I was way out of line. I accept responsibility for that. Feel free to call me on it and take me to task for it. But a huge part of that was that I let my mental illness and abuse-response systems get out of control. Mocking me to others, after making sure I’ll have a front row seat but be unable to participate in the conversation, is where you cross the line from “calling me out” into “being an ableist abuse-apologist shitheel.”
I’ve been assured repeatedly that the Discourse Brigade is super-good at cleaning up their trash. I have yet to see it actually happening. In fact, what I’m seeing is that @discourseprincesa’s screenshots of me are literally the most popular original posts on her blog in as far as I could bring myself to look.
I also saw her uncritically supporting racist mockery of Native cultural concepts. That post was in between the two bigger screenshots in popularity, and… guess what I saw in the notes, @h8keepers? You, adding to the racist mockery. The only people objecting to it were a Native non-discourser and an ace-inclusive blogger.
You want to know why I didn’t believe you when you said you clean up your trash? This is why. It is not happening. What’s actually happening is that your trash has a fucking cheerleading section.
The ups and the downs when working out with a spouse
When working out with a spouse it can be fun and motivating!
The upside to working out together is. It can help you bond as a couple. A spouse can
make a great spotter when doing exercises that require you to lift heavy.
Having trouble getting to the gym? They can also help
motivate you and help you with some confidence you wouldn’t otherwise have if
you we’re alone. A trip to the gym can also be lonely, having company can make
the time pass quicker making the work outs more enjoyable.
There are a few down sides to working out with your spouse.
Sometimes it’s hard to bond if the other person needs this as “me time”.
Spotting can also be tricky because they may be working out a different muscle
group than you and may be pre-occupied with their own regimen.
A spouse can motivate you some days and other days. They may
be in a lazy contagious mood. Making it hard for you to want to leave the couch
behind. Going with your partner can also make it harder to go on your own because
you won’t be used to going on your own.
The last thing that makes working out with your spouse
difficult is when the other loses/gains faster than the other person. Let’s say
you’re working out 5 days a week with an active job, and healthy eating. Your
spouse eats fast food, maybe goes 6 times in a month to the gym with working an active job. You
lose 1 inch and 10 pounds in 6 months. They lose 3 pant sizes and 20 pounds, in the same time.
On one hand you’re happy for them, at the same time you can’t
help but be jealous. You’re working out harder, longer eating better and
compared to your spouse it would feel like you’re working harder and therefore you should
see more results.
It would be amazing if it worked out that way but in reality
we’re all different and our bodies will respond at its own rate. This doesn’t mean you should give up but maybe
re-working your routine and diet can help. Keep going at it and you both will
get there. A great option is buddy training. This way you can train together
but properly to see the maximum results. Speak to a consultant today!
On July 29th in 1547 the siege of St Andrews Castle ended this followed the killing of Cardinal David Beaton at the castle the previous year.
The occupation of St Andrews Castle and the killing of the Archbishop acted as a clarion call to Protestant reformers, who flocked to St Andrews. Among the reformers who came to support the Protestant uprising was John Knox, who was allowed enter the castle under a temporary truce, and act as a preacher to the occupiers. What followed was one of the most bloody and bitter sieges in Scotland’s history. The besieging forces could not breach the defenses so they decided to dig a tunnel through the solid rock, under the gate tower, so that it would collapse. The defenders dug a counter-tunnel, hoping to intercept the attackers’ tunnel. They were guided in their efforts solely by the sound of the attackers’ digging, so they made three false starts before they oriented their counter-tunnel correctly. You can tell a lot about the situation by the fact that the attackers’ mine if wide, well-carved, and easy to navigate, while the counter-tunnel is narrow, winding, and roughly carved. The defenders were in a desperate race against time to intercept the mine, and they knew it! Today you can walk - or waddle like a duck in low places - up the length of the counter-tunnel. The end of the siege came when a French fleet arrived off St Andrews. The French bombarded the castle, and additional cannon were set up at St Salvator’s College and the Cathedral priory towers. Not surprisingly, the defenders were forced to surrender. Most were sent to work on French galleys as oarsmen. As for the mines, they were forgotten to history until 1879, when cellars were being dug for a nearby house.The castle passed to Archbishop John Hamilton, the illegitimate brother of the Earl of Arran. Hamilton rebuilt much of the castle before he was executed for his role in the murder of Lord Darnley, Mary, Queen of Scots second husband. From 1560, after the eventual triumph of the reformers, the castle was used as a gaol for political prisoners. At that time a political prisoner could simply mean someone who held to a different faith!
A French woman surrounded by Parisian police waves the French tricolor flag in tribute to General Leclerc’s 2nd Armored Division (French: 2e Division Blindée, 2e DB) as they march past Notre Dame Cathedral. The French 2nd Armored Division, along with the
French Forces of the Interior (the military structure of the French Resistance) and the U.S. 4th Infantry Division, largely liberated Paris from the German occupying forces by 25 August 1944; although some German troops and French collaborators refusing the surrender had to be rooted out by hand-to-hand combat. The French Resistance began an uprising in Paris beginning on 19 August 1944 as French and American forces neared the city. Paris, Île-de-France, France. 25 June 1945.
summary: “Maya, you do understand i’m too old for you?”
“I do Josh, I know that”
“But I’m in it for the long game”
a/n: thank you so much for all of the feedback and kudos on the last chapter! hopefully you enjoy this chapter too. the povs aren’t going to switch that often between maya and josh but i felt like we needed to see how maya was feeling about the fight. i definitely intend to continue this fic, although i must warn that it might be a little while as i have to finish summer homework and i start school soon.
Stupid Josh Matthews and his stupid face and stupid opinions. It’s been a week since their fight and his words managed to occupy her thoughts every waking moment. He just had to ruin everything. Maya thought she was getting over Josh and had moved onto Lucas, but just seeing him stirred up all her old feelings. Besides, he somehow got even hotter; which was really not fair at all. Still, she was a strong fierce woman who was sure of herself. She knew she liked Lucas. That was until Josh said she didn’t. That she wasn’t even herself. That she was hurting Riley. She found herself overanalyzing every interaction with her friends and herself in general, which was a little too ‘Matthews’ for her liking.
I’ve been doing a lot of research on blindness and what blind people actually “see” for my book. Here’s what I’ve discovered.
In so many books the author says “she saw only darkness” when referring to their blind character. But that never really felt right to me. Darkness is what you see when you close your eyes, but their eyes aren’t closed, and they aren’t in the dark. So what are they actually seeing?
Most blind people can “see” shapes or light even if they can’t really make it out. Being totally blind is very rare, but totally blind people obviously do exist. However they don’t see darkness, a passage in this article explains it.
“If you spread your arms, and draw your hands back until they are no longer visible, what color is the space that your hands occupy? This space does not look black. It does not look white. It just isn’t."
It’s hard to wrap your head around I know, I’ve even got a bit of a headache trying to think about it, but my point is describing what your totally blind character sees as "darkness” just isn’t accurate. They don’t see darkness. They don’t see light. They don’t see at all.