In a country where about 40 percent of people self identify as indigenous, the National Indigenous Queen of Guatemala contest carries great prestige. In contrast to mainstream beauty pageants, the contestants for the Rabin Ajaw title, aged 14 to 26, have to demonstrate proficiency in their native language, Mayan traditions and worldview; awareness about mining and other threats to Mayan livelihood and resources; a nuanced view of gender roles; and leadership in their community.
The 19th century style Afghani wooden box camera used by the photographer meant that the women had to sit still for several minutes gazing into the camera, enabling a depth of engagement rarely achieved with today’s hectic technology.
Feuilly scrubbed a hand
over his eyes, trying to will them to stay open just a little while
longer. Compiling an appropriate report on their latest expedition
had taken longer than expected – distorting verifiable facts until
they were both palatable to the authorities and still technically
accurate was a delicate task, and, while Feuilly fancied himself
relatively good at it, it still took longer than he expected every
single time – and he had promised Enjolras that he would do some
proofreading before the end of the week. Next to him a sat a
half-empty, entirely forgotten mug of instant coffee, a substance
which was not improved by being left out to cool for hours on end. He
would finish it, when he noticed it again, but only out of a sense of
responsibility to avoid wasting resources. Saint-Antoine was not the
poorest of the moon colonies orbiting Lutecia, but neither was it
especially wealthy. To live on Saint-Antoine meant taking what you
needed and no more, lest everyone go without.
He looked back down at
his datapad, the text on its screen already filled with increasingly
cryptic proofreading notes. No doubt he would have to go back over
the manuscript before sending it back and translate his comments back
into something vaguely intelligible to someone other than him, but
that could wait. For now he had only to read the end of the section
he had assigned himself for the night and then he could retreat to
his bed for a few hours. Fixing this reward in his mind, he turned
back to his task with slightly renewed vigor.
This vigor lasted until
someone passed slightly too close to him on their way somewhere else.
Feuilly looked up, annoyed and knowing he shouldn’t be. Every
resident of the dormitory had access to the common area, after all,
and space was necessarily limited. The passer by could not know that
they had knocked him out of his hard-won concentration, or that he
had only a few more pages to go before he could call it a night. He
took a deep breath, remembered the mug before him, and took a large
swallow. Only a lifetime of practice kept him from gagging on the
bitter liquid, and he grimaced. Maybe a change of scenery would help.
He couldn’t go to his room – his roommate worked first shift at
solar plant and usually got up roughly as Feuilly went to sleep –
but he could at least try for a seat by a window. The common area had
cleared out save for those who kept irregular hours, third shifters
on their nights off or those like Feuilly for whom sleep was a rare
luxury. He rose, stretching out stiff limbs and working a crick out
of his back, then picked up his datapad and mug and picked his way
through the maze of desks and chairs to an armchair near a window. He
couldn’t see the stars from here – Saint-Antoine’s major population
center had not been designed with stargazing as a priority – but he
knew where they were, could map a star chart onto the light-polluted
sky and imagine what it would look like.
He looked back down at
the datapad with a sigh. The manuscript before him was a profoundly
uninspired piece of political allegory, blatant enough to stand no
chance of getting through the censors but too formulaic to say
anything particularly interesting. He had, by this point, read a
solid dozen of nearly identical manuscripts, and he had a full grasp
on why Enjolras outsourced the task of triage and proofreading as
often as he could. He also understood why his friend usually asked
him when he was looking to
delegate – any of their other friends would have been either too
artistically offended to avoid savaging the poor writer or too bored
to finish the entire thing, if not both at once. Still, knowing why
he had been chosen for this task did not make it any more enjoyable,
particularly late at night after an already trying day filled with
filing reports and having them sent back because font that had
satisfied the Scientist Ethics and Oversight Board last month was
this month deemed unprofessional, and oh, by the way, regulations now
state that each mission report must include a full and exhaustive
list of expenses, with justification for each, rather than an
overview. Sometimes, Feuilly thought the Board changed their rules on
a monthly basis purely to spite him, particularly.
Sometimes, one must sacrifice a little bit more today in order to achieve a greater tomorrow. What that sacrifice is, however, is different for everyone. What is your own personal definition of success? What will it take for you to reach closer to this goal?
hi everyone! i would firstly like to thank u all for the notes on my last post about learning anything in 3 steps! i am so grateful and happy that i can help people study and achieve what they want to achieve!
today i decided to make a post about the night before the exam. for me, i get incredibly anxious at this time and i start doubting myself and all the hard work i have put in. however, i want everyone to know that these feelings are normal, and in order to deal with them, i have made a post to help u out!! no matter what happens in the exam, you will come out a better person for it, knowing more than u did when u went in. this can be difficult to realise the night before so i hope this post gives u some tips in dealing with those nasty feelings!
i’m so proud of you and what you will achieve, no matter what!
best luck and wishes to all,
asmr channels that are 10/10 (idrk how to explain what it actually is, but all these channels should have some info on it in the description bar if ur unsure!!):
so i have a confession
on studyblr, especially with the rise of #studyblr gets real, i notice that i do a thing
i let people believe im dumber than i actually am
why do i do that??
in class, i don’t struggle with anything. im self taught and im first chair clarinet. im everyones favorite student and ive never gotten below a b.
i hate telling people this though! because im so scared of bragging and bringing other people down. it’s so bad that i hate sharing my achievements (like today, i got into one of the top specialized high schools in my city as well as the top arts high school) but i hate telling people about all the good things that happen to me in school. i set high goals bc im an overachiever, and then i achieve them. people call me “Asian” (which pisses me off, because I’m INTELLIGENT and AFRICAN AMERICAN. is that a problem?), “the walking encyclopedia”, and “the computer”.
but i try not to tell people about this, because not everyone is that way despite the fact that everyone i know works their asses off (which is the most important thing)
am i wrong in doing this? should I keep my achievements to myself?
I redesigned sanguine again ‘cause he was starting to look too much like a child with my other design. I kinda wanted to link his Breton appearance to one of his Daedric ones. I only did minor tweaks to his rose because honestly i like it as is and it’s meant to be a living rose anyway.
I feel his appearance would vary depending on the individual looking at him and on what form he presents himself as, creating an almost irresistible illusion for the viewer, making his task of tempting them easier. If he shows himself at all that is. He’d probably only go through all that effort for either a mortal he deems worthy, or if he is really bored.
Back in the 1970s and 1980s, mathematicians working in an area called dynamical systems made use of the ever-advancing computing power to draw computer images of the objects they were working on. What they saw blew their minds: fractal-like structures whose beauty and complexity is only rivalled by Nature itself. At the heart of them lay the Mandelbrot set, which today has achieved fame even outside the field of dynamics.
The Mandelbrot set is a fractal. Fractals are objects that display self-similarity at various scales. Magnifying a fractal reveals small-scale details similar to the large-scale characteristics. Although the Mandelbrot set is self-similar at magnified scales, the small scale details are not identical to the whole. In fact, the Mandelbrot set is infinitely complex. Yet the process of generating it is based on an extremely simple equation involving complex numbers.
The Mandelbrot set is an incredible object that equals infinity. It’s really amazing that the simple iterated equation Z = Z^2 + C can produce such beautiful works of mathematical art.