threatened to survival


Standing Rock protesters plan next fights after victory over Dakota Access pipeline

  • Many of the demonstrators gathered at Standing Rock protests are planning on taking the fight elsewhere.
  • (Even though many believe the pipeline project will eventually be reinstated by Donald Trump’s administration.)
  • One organizer, Honor the Earth national campaigns director Tara Houska, left for Minnesota to testify against Enbridge’s Line 3, a proposed pipeline which would cross northern Minnesota
  • Houska said the project, which would cut through Anishinaabe hunting and fishing grounds, “threaten[s] the survival of our most important cultural identifier.”
  • Other destinations for some of the protesters included the site of a proposed telescope in Hawaii, demonstrations in Wyoming against killings of the Yellowstone Buffalo and the Sabal Trail pipeline in Florida.
  • Meanwhile, numerous members of the protest group have chosen to stay behind. Read more

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The Giant’s Canyon

Here’s an idea for a D&D session encounter/legend/thing…

Long ago a group of heroes managed to trick a Hill Giant to step inside a pit of quicksand at the base of a canyon/valley. The giant sunk, stopping about halfway up his torso, so only his arms and head remained above ground, the rest entrapped below.

Now, being stuck in the canyon but still very threatening, the Giant survives by bullying travelers passing through into feeding him as toll (or otherwise eating the travelers themselves). You can then spin this as an incident the local authorities want you to resolve, either freeing the Hill Giant, or offing him.

Alternatively, you could have him serve as a guardian for some important location. Say there’s a temple the party must reach, but no living person has been there for so long because there’s a half-burried man-eating giant in the middle of the entryway.



Brent Stapelkamp, a researcher with the Oxford University project that monitored Cecil, paid tribute to Jericho on his Facebook page, describing him as the ‘Complete Lion’, whose life had been marked by great life-threatening challenges and survival against the odds.

Brent saved Jericho’s life some years ago when the lion left Hwange in a battle for territory and began to hunt cattle on farming land. A farmer laid a ferocious trap for the cats who were taking his cows and Jericho was snared, but managed to escape the snare, taking some of it with him.

'The snare tore deep into his neck and so when I found him a few weeks later he was in a bad way. I darted him one morning and removed his collar and snare. The collar would have prevented the wound from healing but by removing it we lost contact with Jericho for over a year.

'One day we heard a rumour that he and another lion were seen near Somalisa camp and shortly afterwards a photograph taken confirmed it was his arch rival Cecil 'They fought a bit initially and occasionally whenever they were with females but they established a bond and again dominated an area they each knew well.

'In July 2015, Cecil was killed - in front of Jericho - and Jericho has protected Cecil’s pride. That is why Jericho is the complete lion. The story of modern lions is embodied in Jericho.

'He has lived a comfortable life deep in a protected area, he has been familiar with tourists and brought in money for our country, he has gone to baits and watched as three of his coalition partners were shot, he has killed cattle and been snared.

'Let’s reflect on his story and that of all of Africa’s remaining lions today as we march and prepare to fight for their continued existence.' 

Stockholm Syndrome is a psychological disorder and emotional reaction that capitves experience when subjected to life threatening situations. Individuals activate this survival mechanism when exposed to traumatic situations that involve a direct threat on their lives while being held against their will. The term originated following an attempted bank robbery and subsequent hostage situation in Sweden, 1973, in which the hostages began to sympathise with their captors and resisted rescue attempts by law agencies. After the kidnapping and trial of Patricia ‘Patty’ Hearst (pictured above) many social scientists and psychologists began studying the phenomenon of emotional bonding between hostages and their captors to determine whether this type of reaction was rare or more common place.

Although Stockholm Syndrome is primarily experienced by captives in hostage or terrorist situations, it has also been identified in cult members, victims of hijackings, prisoners of war, incest victims, domestic violence victims, and in a modified form in correctional officers, but anyone can develop it when exposed to the following conditions:

  • A direct threat to one’s survival and the perception that the person making the threat is capable of acting on it.
  • The person making threats is also perceived as being kind, because of small acts of compassion and kindness.
  • Isolation from the outside world such that the other person’s beliefs and perceptions are the only ones available.
  • The belief that there is no escape and one’s life is in the hands of the individual making the threats.
And this is why you never threaten someone permanently stuck in survival mode.

(warning: long story)

Been enjoying this blog, and thought I’d post my own story here. While not as epic as some of these or as clever as nobody ended up in jail or out thousands of dollars, for me it was a pretty important victory.

Regarding the survival mode thing - years ago I was living with a couple of friends and lost both my job and my place to live within the same 24 hours when the economy shit itself and the bank foreclosed on the owner where we were staying. Had about two weeks to get out, and I ended up homeless and living in my car for two years. That’s another story entirely. The point, however, is when living in a large city in a vehicle, your survival mode kicks in constantly. You’re always worried, you’re always cautious, and in the event something happens that’s a threat, you usually think of the most effective, brutal, and quickest way to remove it as a threat.

As a result, even years later now that I’m stable, I don’t really have the ability to gauge an appropriate response to a threat. Maybe that’s why I went overboard here, but I’ll share the story and let others be amused or pass judgement as the case may be.

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Rothschild’s Giraffes by Tony
Via Flickr:
Giraffes overall have recently been recognised as facing extinction for the very first time. In the last 45 years the population of the Rothchild’s giraffes in Kidepo Valley National Park (KVNP) in Uganda – where they were once found in large numbers - has reduced by over 90%. A huge part of its decline was due to poaching in the 1990’s and since then the population has failed to bounce back as habitat loss continues to threaten their survival.

Although men are more likely than women to be murdered, women are more likely than men to be murdered by a member of the other sex and by a spouse. MacKinnon (1987) reports that “four out of five murdered women are killed by men; between one third and one half [of murdered women] are married to their murderers. When you add in boyfriends and former spouses, the figures rise.” Dobash and Dobash (1977/78) reported finding that more than 40 percent of women who are murdered are murdered by their husbands. By comparison, only 10 percent of male murder victims are killed by their wives.

Walter Gove (1973) found that “for women the shift from being single to being married increases the likelihood of being murdered, while for men the shift decreases their chances.” Gove obtained similar findings for single as compared to married women as regards “accidental deaths.” It is, of course, likely that many accidental deaths were in fact murders. Such statistics served as the impetus for Blinder’s (1985) remark, “In America, the bedroom is second only to the highway as the scene of slaughter.”
—  Loving to Survive by Dee L.R. Graham

Listed as Endangered by the U.S. Fish & Wildlife Service, the Northern Red-bellied Cooter (Pseudemys rubriventris) is a species from our own backyard in need of help. Habitat loss, fragmentation, pollution, and adverse effects from invasive species all threaten its survival.

OK, Let Me Get This Straight:

Bellamy Blake:Yells at Clarke once, blames her for things she has canonically done.

Antis: Bellamy is so abusive and Bellarke is an abusive relationship.

Bellamy Blake: Is brutally beaten by his younger sister.

Antis: I bet he’s going to use this to guilt Octavia into forgiving him.

Clarke Griffin: Threatens to kill L/xa. Calls L/xa a bitch. Presses a knife to L/xa’s throat. Tells L/xa to “go float yourself”-equivalent to “go kill yourself”. Spits in L/xa’s face.

L/xa: Has Clarke kidnapped. Holds her hostage for a week. Blames Clarke for the massacre at Mt. Weather. Threatens to raze Arkadia and all of Clarke’s remaining family and friends to the ground. Puts a blockade around Arkadia once again threatening the survival of all of Clarke’s remaining family and friends. Allows Clarke to leave Polis. 

Antis: Cl/xa is such a healthy f/f relationship!!!!

Abby Griffin: Slaps Raven, a teenager, across the face for something her daughter did and never apologizes. 

Antis: Literally ship Raven and Abby in a romantic relationship. 

Octavia: Punches Bellamy until his face is bloody and split open, he carries the scars from her attack for the rest of the season, only stops punching him because she is tired. Hits Lincoln because he is suffering from a forced upon him drug addiction. Reacts violently toward literally everyone who even looks at her the wrong way. 


Originally posted by passthemilkplease

What ya’ll are saying here is that the only time something abusive happens on this show is when the leading Man of Color yells at his best friend because she let a bomb drop on his sister, allied with the women who left them to die and is the reason they murdered 300 people (including people Bellamy was actually friends with-unlike Clarke), came back to camp and tried to once again take on a leadership role that literally no one wanted her to be in and walked away from all of her people because “she bore it so they don’t have to”, completely ignoring the effect that pulling the lever in Mt. Weather had on both Bellamy and Monty. Ya’ll would just be cool with your friend doing all of that to you and then trying to pretend like nothing happened and it was business as usual?

What ya’ll are saying here is that when a man expresses negative (read as sadness/hurt/anger/frustration) emotions he is automatically abusive. 

What ya’ll are saying here is that when a Man of Color (already seen as more aggressive than literally anyone else in the world) expresses anger/hurt/frustration/sadness he is automatically abusive. 

What ya’ll are saying is that by virtue of being the “fairer” sex, women can not be abusive. 

What ya’ll are saying is that women, by virtue of being the “fairer”sex, can not be in/be the cause of an abusive relationship.

What ya’ll are saying is that white women can not be abusive towards anyone…because they are white and women. 

Just so I know I’m understanding this situation. 

A woman may not have been personally touched by rape, bettering, or incest, but where is the woman who has not suffered repeated psychological damage from at least one of the more “subtle” forms of violence? Are these other forms of violence trivial? Yes—as the air we breathe is trivial, as the food we eat is trivial. And if women daily take in poison in these “trivial” ways, we cannot escape widespread damage to the systems that sustain psychological life. Whether or not a woman directly experiences the more recognized forms of male violence, does not the existence of the more subtle forms, along with the knowledge that men’s violence is directed at women because we are women and that any woman can be their target, threaten every woman’s psychic survival?
It may be that women have lived with male violence for so long that it is no longer visible to us. We may find it impossible to imagine a life without male violence, a life in a safe world.
—  Dee L.R. Graham, Loving to Survive: Sexual Terror, Men’s Violence, and Women’s Lives
This one is for the books

by May Jurilla

Books in the Philippines generally tend to have short shelf lives.  Our environment is host to many conditions that are not friendly to books, conditions that constantly threaten their survival.  One of such is the frequency of fires.

As a book historian, I know this all too well, for there is no dearth of accounts of the burning of books throughout Philippine history.  Take, for example, the fires at the San Agustin convent in Intramuros in 1574, then in 1583, and yet again in 1586, each one razing the structure to the ground and consuming all the possessions of the poor Augustinian friars, including their books.  By the time of the 1586 fire, they had built up what has been described as a “very rich library,” one of the best in Manila at the time.  But it was just as vulnerable as any other library, best or worst, to the ravaging force of fire.

Another important collection lost to fires is the manuscripts of Francisco Baltazar (Balagtas), which was left with his family after his death in 1862. Balagtas is generally known primarily if not only for Florante at Laura, but he actually wrote many other poems and more than a hundred plays.  Only a fraction these works have come down to us today because of the two fires that hit Orion (now Udyong), Bataan where his family lived.

Then there was the fire at Plaza Moriones in Tondo in 1940.  It was actually a bonfire, the centrepiece of a protest action by a group of writers who were of the younger generation of Tagalog authors.  Decrying the stagnant state of Philippine literature and blaming commercialism as the impediment to progress, they cast into the fire printed novels, short stories, poems, and other writings that they considered unworthy of being passed on to future generations.  Most of works they burned were by the older generation of writers.

These fiery incidents and the many more like them serve well as data in my work as a book historian, but their aftermath—the loss of books, documents, and other texts—are the stumbling blocks and the dead-ends of my research, which have caused me much frustration.  The feeling seems petty now.  I knew all too well that books have been lost to fires throughout Philippine history.  But, as we in academe perhaps sometimes forget or fail to acknowledge or don’t realise, knowing something—reading, writing, speaking about it—is one thing; experiencing it yourself—seeing, hearing, smelling, feeling it—is quite another thing altogether.

On 1 April 2016, a fire razed the Bulwagang Rizal, better known as the Faculty Center (FC), in the Diliman campus of the University of the Philippines.  Built in the 1960s and site of the administration and faculty offices of the College of Arts and Letters (CAL) and the College of Social Sciences and Philosophy (CSSP), the FC was second home to hundreds of people who walked its halls everyday—faculty members, administrative and support staff, and students.  While some parts of the building were spared from the flames, the larger part of it, most of it, was totally gutted.  The fire ate up everything in its path.  

If this were just another book history case I was researching on, I imagine that, being keen on irony, I would’ve gotten a kick out of it.  Consider this: a fire that happened in a place of high intellect on April Fools’ Day and on the day right after the end of Fire Prevention Month; when just the day before, a colleague concluded her lecture in class dramatically (as she usually does) with the line from Marlowe’s Doctor Faustus, “I’ll burn my books…!”; when the burning of the building had long been a running joke among its occupants, for it was such a firetrap with its highly combustible contents and its absolute inadequacy in fire-safety features—no sprinklers, no fire alarms, fire escapes made into bodegas, hardly any fire hydrants nearby.  No one is laughing at the joke now.  I myself am not so amused by the ironies now that I know that not even a paper clip survived in my room.

We of the FC are so grateful that no one was hurt in the fire, yet we are wracked by a deep and painful loss nevertheless, as if we ourselves were gutted.  Our books and readings, data and records, research materials and writings, personal and professional mementoes, gadgets and equipment acquired, collected, and maintained carefully through the years, not without difficulty or sacrifice, as anyone familiar with the UP budget would know—all gone.

At the CAL meeting, held while FC was still burning, there were grim faces and teary eyes all around the room.  It felt like a wake.  While the fire-victim in me was grieving, the book historian in me was fascinated to find that what my colleagues were mourning most for was the loss of books—the ultimate tools of our trade.  For some, it was their entire libraries, books of a lifetime, housed in their FC rooms for decades or just set up a few months ago, as in the case of a young colleague who recently got tenure and, finally, a room of her own. For others, it was significant sections of their collections, transferred into their offices due to lack of space in their rented apartments.  For most, it was their working libraries, the books they used for their teaching every class day, every semester, every schoolyear throughout their entire careers so far.

The Department of English and Comparative Literature (DECL) suffered a particularly gut-wrenching loss: In February this year, the family of the late Francisco Arcellana, National Artist for Literature, donated his library to the department.  It comprised over a thousand books, the most special ones marked with annotations in his hand and inscribed by their authors for him, along with rare first editions of Philippine literary works.  Some of my colleagues and I were in the process of sorting through the collection.  It was tedious and literally dirty work, but it came with the privilege of catching a glimpse of the life of the mind of a brilliant man who was a pillar of Philippine arts and letters and who was once one of us, a member of the DECL faculty.

The best items of Arcellana’s library are irreplaceable indeed.  Many of the books lost in the FC fire, though, are not.  New copies may be acquired, be it in print or digital form. But this, I know, is cold comfort for my colleagues and me.  There is, on the one hand, the practical issue of the cost and time entailed in replacing those books, which any UP teacher would be hard-pressed to address. On the other hand, and this is just as real an issue, there is the psychical and emotional value of those books. You may buy a new copy of a book lost in the fire, and it would have the same contents and serve the same purpose as your previous copy.  But it would never ever be that particular book that has been with you since your BA, through your MA, up to your PhD days; or the one you bought during your first overseas conference and had signed by the author who was the keynote speaker; or the one your favourite professor, now deceased, bequeathed to you when she retired.  Once a book has been owned, it is never the same copy as any of the hundreds or thousands of the same title.  That’s what makes the printed book so special, the life that becomes attached to it and that it expands, the story it acquires beyond the story it tells.  I don’t think that the digital book is quite able to transform itself and its reader this way.

In time, I am sure that we will get over the loss of our books; we will move on and carry on owning, reading, and writing other books.  I am certain, too, that the memories of joyful learning that we all shared in FC and the friendships that we forged there, no fire can ever burn.

Bangon CAL-CSSP!  Kaya natin ito!


May Jurilla is Associate Professor at the DECL, where she teaches book history and literature.  One of the books she lost in the FC fire was her hardbound copy of the classic Chaucer’s Poetry in Middle English, edited by A.C. Baugh, with her notes from graduate school and for the English 122 and 233 classes that she taught.