In September, a chief scientific adviser to the UK government warned* that regulators around the world have falsely assumed that it is safe to use pesticides at industrial scales across landscapes and that the “effects of dosing whole landscapes with chemicals have been largely ignored”.

Damian Carrington in The Guardian. Warning of ‘ecological Armageddon’ after dramatic plunge in insect numbers
Three-quarters of flying insects in nature reserves across Germany have vanished in 25 years, with serious implications for all life on Earth, scientists say

*Assumed safety of pesticide use is false, says top government scientist

anonymous asked:

Thoughts on pickled foods?

love ‘em! pickled cucumbers are not high on the list but a good Kosher dill pickle is unfuckwithable and i have on multiple occasions enjoyed a fistful of cornichons as staff meal. kimchi and giardiniera are bangin. tsukemono, dogg, like damn. pickled onions, mushrooms, capers, beets, yes please

i don’t fuck with picklebacks but then i’ve never seen a place offer them that uses anything other than industrial vats of Vlasics so who knows

shit now i want some fuckin pickles


Aretha Franklin is retiring, but may her shade live on forever

Aretha Franklin made a major announcement yesterday. She told local Detroit news outlet WDIV that she will be retiring this year after the release of her upcoming album. The singer, who has had a legendary 56-year career in the music industry, reminds us to pay homage to some of her shadiest moments. Luckily someone was gracious enough to put this compilation together on YouTube. 

Gifs: Killer Queen


Public School Is A Goddamn Disater, Part 2: The Lovecraftian Madness of Machismo

Part 1 here, AKA: the Mantisocalypse (you don;t have to read it to understand this one, but you should anyway)

Content Warnings: Mental Illness, Attempted Murder, Sexual Content, Stalking, Abuse, Animal Abuse Mention, Emetophobia, US Public Education, Military Industrial Complex.  I’ve been told this is my most disturbing story, even if it’s hilarious, so mind your health.  All the names in this story have been changed to protect the innocent and Not-So-Innocent.

This is the story of Recruiting Sergeant Scott VS. The Lacrosse Jocks VS. Yours truly.

To understand this story, you must understand the dystopian hellscape that is US Public High School- I went to the NICE high school in town, with the AP curriculum and new building, where the the kids were generally too obsessed with getting into the ivy league to do anything worse than occasionally smoke on the roof.  Not even weed, just regular cigs.  During their off-periods, so they’d have time to febreeze their clothes and arrive to their next class early.  You know, the most boring fucking kids ever.

AND STILL, we were subjected to the various scourges of US public ed, namely-

-on-campus police officers and regular “what to do in case of a columbine event” drill.  We had Officer Munoz, who was a wonderful Latina Woman with the good sense to focus her efforts on getting kids away from abusive parents rather than persecuting brown kids, but we were VERY lucky on that front.  Still, having someone walking around with a gun and technically the authority to kill you, and having to hide in the science cabinets three times a year fucks you up.  Remember Officer Munoz though, She is Important.

- A weird, cult-like, frankly masturbatory attitude regarding athletic achievement.  The arts and sciences were stuck doing bake sales for supplies while the gym got re-done two years after the school opened.  This was tempered in an odd way at my school in that literally all the sports teams unequivocally sucked, with the exception of 

1.Marching Band, which went to nationals twice in the first two years the school was open 

2.Knowledge Bowl, where kevin and I took the team to 3rd in state in our first year, and only lost because Kevin had an asthma attack so we decided to let the other teams fight over the ‘lesser’ medals 

3.Lacrosse, which didn’t actually didn’t GO anywhere, but was a “real” sport and beat our ‘rival’ school, so the team got to be Big Men On Campus, and get away with all kinds of nonsense like eating in class when everyone else was forbidden or skipping tests for ‘practice’.  The three worst offenders were Dustin, Jack and “Rattlesnake Pete”, all of whom were budding neo-nazis and thus signed up for German.  With our Jewish teacher.  Remember them too.

-On-campus military recruiters.  As in, people who are legally allowed to exaggerate, manipulate and actually lie to minors to convince them to join the armed forces.  Ours was Sergeant Scott, and as much of a skeevy rat as he was I honestly felt bad for him, because remember, academic magnet high school so he had three kinds of kids to work with:

  • Kids who made the physical standards for the armed forces and were all about honoring their country via physical labor, but were dumb as shit and couldn’t pass the written exam.
  • Kids who could pass the written exam and were totally ready to bully some people in the third world, but couldn’t do a pull up if you covered the gym floor in cobras.
  • Kids who passed the physical and mental portions but were uniformly rabidly anti-military industrial complex, to the point where 35 of them crammed into his cubicle in the office he shared with Officer Munoz and Janitor Wendy, so they could hold a sit-in protest of the Iraq war and chant “Impeach Bush” and “War is Murder” at him  Someone chucked red paint on him, because they’re furious immature teenagers.  It was his first day.

Poor bastard.  Remember Him as well.

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The Best Perfume Insults

I love people’s writing about perfume, because it’s forced to be so creative.  Scent is hard to talk about, so people have to resort to stories and metaphors, all of them intensely personal to the writer.

And when they don’t like a perfume, that creativity gives forth some of the best insults.  I have here curated my favorites from Perfumes: The Guide by Luca Turin and Tania Sanchez.  The list is long, but trust me, they’re all worth reading.

A disclaimer: The same thing that makes perfume reviews fun to read also makes them super subjective.  I have never found less of a consensus on anything than on perfume.  In other words, if you find your favorite perfume on this list, please don’t take it personally (and don’t blame me- I haven’t smelled most of these myself!)

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Humans are crazy: research and common industrial use of ridiculously dangerous chemicals

Recently read up on some of the most dangerous chemicals mankind has ever developed and some of the stuff scientists have been able to discover is terrifyingly awesome.

Take Chlorine trifluoride for example. It can basically be summed up as the chemical that can make just about anything ignite.
It is a better oxidation agent than oxygen and can set fire to things most sane people would consider fire proof.

Things chlorine trifluoride can ignite: glass, asbestos, concrete, sand and things that are already burnt.

Imagine an alien coming across information about this chemical.

“Excuse me, I’ve found this entry about a highly combustible compound that has been developed. Would you care to explain its uses? According to these reports it’s far too dangerous for any practical purpose.”

“Ah yes. That’s a very interesting case. The main modern use for the chemical is to clean certain lab and industrial equipment”

“That seems spectacularly over zealous for a simple sterilization agent.”

“Well that’s not what it was originally developed for.”

“Dare I ask what it was supposed to be used for?”

“War. It was developed during our Second World War as a weapon. Thankfully it never saw use due to it being too volatile.”

“Your species development a chemical that can set fire to stone specifically to fight using it. And now you just use it to sterilize equipment.
Remind me to call for a human chemist when there is an order regarding explosives.”


Fires in large, open spaces like aircraft hangers can be difficult to fight with conventional methods, so many industrial spaces use foam-based fire suppression systems. These animations show such a system being tested at NASA Armstrong Research Center. When jet fuel ignites, foam and water are pumped in from above, quickly generating a spreading foam that floats on the liquid fuel and separates it from the flames. Since the foam-covered liquid fuel cannot evaporate to generate flammable vapors, this puts out the fire. 

The shape of the falling foam is pretty fascinating, too. Notice the increasing waviness along the foam jet as it falls. Like water from your faucet, the foam jet is starting to break up as disturbances in its shape grow larger and larger. For the most part, though, the flow rate is high enough that the jet reaches the floor before it completely breaks up. (Image credit: NASA Armstrong, source)

Hey, guys!

I don’t know about you, but I personally find audio stimulation incredibly necessary to my study sessions, drives, and whenever I go running. One of the best (free!) resources for this are podcasts. Not only do you get to listen to real people and expand your worldview, but you can learn something as well! I’ve listed a few of my favorites, feel free to add your own!

Planet Money is a fantastic foray into economics, sociology, and special interest for beginners and veterans in those fields alike. The hosts are always humorous and you will always come out of one of these 20-minute episodes understanding the world around you a little more.

Stuff You Should Know feels like How It’s Made for your ears. Even those boring topics you’d never look into a million years are brought to life with these guys!

Dan Carlin’s Hardcore History helped me pass my AP World History exam. He takes the time to explore an incredibly complex era in history with intricate and enticing detail. Coupled with excellent storytelling abilities, you just might be able to cite the succession of the Mongol empire by heart.

TED Radio Hour is a great way to take your TED talks to go. 60 minutes of experts, professors, parents, widows, and so much more of real humans sharing their insights, experiences, and livelihoods with you. What else could you ask for!

Mac Power Users helped me understand that to master your craft, you have to master your tools. Hosts David Sparks and Katie Floyd explore how we can make iPhones, iPads, and Macs work for us and expand our productivity past where it ever could be.

Cortex focuses on the workflows and systems of a popular educational YouTuber, CGP Grey. They talk about email, current events in the tech industry, and how an output-based skillset has to evolve over time. It also brings up the importance of side projects to keep you engaged (Which is what this studyblr is for me!)

College Info Geek is quite possibly the most useful podcast I’ve ever listened to. It’s hosted by Thomas Frank, a college grad who managed to turn his college blog into a very successful small business. He reads hundreds of books on productivity and education and distils them down to bite-size chunks while also taking important questions about college, business, and learning.

Beyond the To-Do List is a podcast that explores the tools that a variety of industry leaders use to remain successful. Each person is unique and brings their own chemistry to the question of how to get your work done with as little resistance as possible.

Serial is a murder mystery. It blew up overnight and brings to light the questions of morality in the criminal justice system. A classic “Whodunit” with a good deal of investigative journalism.

Invisibilia is a podcast for those of you who love psychology and sociology. Through personal epitaphs from around the world, the invisible concepts that shape how we feel and how we see the world are discussed. This podcast gets browny points for being incredibly addictive and informative to boot.

S-Town is unlike anything I’ve ever heard before. It was a heart-wrenching, confusing, absolutely stunning piece of auditory journalism from an unexpected source. Warning: heavy language content and discussion of prejudice.

The Mind Palace is an intensive exploration of the history and art from unconventional and fascinating perspectives. Excellently edited and curated for massive historical enjoyment. Perfect for those of you who love Sherlock references and literary media alike!

That’s all, folks! Happy listening! Let me know what you listen to!

Sonny Franzese was a member of the Columbo crime family. It is estimated that he has killed between 30-50 people. At one point, Sonny decided to share some tips with a newly inducted Columbo crime family member, but that new member was actually working with the Feds and recorded said conversation. Some of the killing techniques shared by Sonny included:
-he would put clear nail polish over his fingerprints before killing anyone to avoid leaving prints at the crime scene
-he would always wear a hair net to avoid leaving hair at a crime scene
-he would use a kiddie pool to dismember a corpse in, dry body parts in a microwave and use an industrial grade garbage disposal to dispose of the corpse.


The Archetypes as Villains

This could also be read as the shadow side of each energy in its most extreme form.

Aries- A human bomb waiting to go off, someone that acts on impulse, that cannot contain the shadow side inside them almost like the Hulk. Power comes from being the strongest, from a physicality, from brawn. A simple jolt could knock them from sense into reacting in the heat of the moment.

Taurus- Someone powered by greed and possessiveness, so think corrupt business people, wall street brokers, bankers. They would find power in the material world, and may become so trapped in the five senses that they lose all sense of soul beyond this. Corruption comes in the form of excess.

Gemini- A double crosser, someone that can turn people against and play them off each other. They could appear in one form to one person, and in another to another, think mystique. Charisma, charm and intellect would be used to run rings around their opponents.

Cancer- Emotional manipulation, a feeling of making others feel sorry for them or playing the victim, somewhat deceptive. They may commit crimes in passionate moments, overcome by an irrational emotion. There could be a defensiveness or paranoia that leads them to believe that the world is out to get them, and therefore anything they do is justified.

Leo- Think a power hungry King or Queen, a volatile one whose self-worth demands the appreciation from their subjects, somewhat like Loki. They would rule in their own self interest at the expense of those around them. There would be greed, orders, and a sense of others needing to appease them at all times to escape fear.

Virgo- The “brains.” Someone that uses their vision for intricacy to run rings around others intellectually. They can get things down practically, uniting this grounded energy with their often crystal sharp mind. They would be the ones behind the computers, initiating cyber attacks or leaking classified information.

Libra- Libra could have a way of playing with peoples emotions, of forming attachments and using them in a savvy way to their advantage to get ahead in life. They could infiltrate any social circle, only to turn it inwards on itself, to play people like puppets. Their knowledge and interest in people in general lends them the information to peoples sore spots, especially because they are often friendly appearing and seemingly trustworthy.

Scorpio- A truth seeker to the extreme, where they like to hold a mirror up to society, giving people the impossible, unwinnable choice. They may use the corruption of others as an excuse for their own corruption, forcing those secret parts of ourselves into the light unwillingly.

Sagittarius- They would likely be drawn to an ideology, holding it as superior than the ones of those around them. They would be hot headed and exude a confidence, often a charismatic one that can bring others with them. Their quest for knowledge, no matter of what form, could lead them to pry where it is best that no one pries.

Capricorn- Someone that is power hungry, maybe even an authoritarian governmental figure, someone that uses the financial industry to their advantage. There could be the use of tunnel vision to such an extreme that the emotional world gets cut off entirely. 

Aquarius-  An anarchist perhaps, someone that finds a beauty in the act of destroying something itself, in chaos. Or some kind of brainiac who thinks that progress and invention is the only way for the world to adapt no matter what it wipes out on the way, what foundations become broken, a kind of survival of the fittest way of looking at the world. An eccentric genius.

Pisces- Someone that dedicates and sacrifices themselves for a corrupt or nefarious cause. They may initially enjoy the breakdown of barriers between themselves and others, only to find that they may have been deceived themselves. Their chameleon persona is mysterious and inviting, used to draw people in, yet also deceptive,

anonymous asked:

What would you say is the most affectionate (friendly, cuddly) large pigeon, aside from a frillback? I love everything about frillbacks except for how they look!

Utility Kings

This is the meat breed most often used by the Squab industry 

They are huge, generally white, and exceptionally docile. 

Palomacy specializes in rescuing these, as CA. has a booming squab market, and well meaning people purchase these from farmers markets and abandon them in parks.

Giant Runt

This is the biggest pigeon in the world, with a 40 inch wing span.

No, really! They are the size of chickens!

Though originally a meat breed, these are raised primarily for exhibition now and come in every color.

But if you want something a little more fancy, you may consider looking into the exceptionally mellow 

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Tossing in my 2cents for humans are space orcs

For time immemorial, sector df-17 of the galaxy had been used as an industrial waste dump, for want of a better term. Gravity distortions had filled it with an exorbitant amount of random debris, choking clouds of toxic dust and the whole area was bathed in lethal radiation that rendered all forms of long distance communications uselessly scrambled . The common name of the area translated as dead zone, wasteland, or the boonies. A hundred different worlds would bring their derelict ships here, ships too worthless to bother with, or considered too dangerous to strip down and salvage. They brought them here and cast them into the wastes.

It should be noted, that “worthless” and “Too dangerous” are terms relative to the scale of an operation, as well as one’s rationality and desperation. What makes for a poor or pointless company’s bottom line, is more than enough to keep a small salvage ship running, with a crew that’s well fed. Salvaging ships from the wastes was not illegal per se, but was seen as distasteful, dirty, and a living for those with few to no other options.

Kurthar’s ship was weeks deeper into the wastes than they had ever been. Pickings had been slim this run, and xe was worried if they’d gather enough trade goods to even refuel. Ran-gee, the communications and sensor operator had shut down most of the ship in an attempt to reduce interference and extend their scanner range. Xis personal communicator crackled as Ran-gee called out.

“Hey, Kurthar. I think I’m picking something up. Come have a look.” Kurthar ran a clawed hand over his skull frill in a subconscious gesture of hiding his concerns. It was a short walk to the bridge where Ran-gee squinted into the glowing monitor. “It’s so distorted that I thought it was glitch, or interference of some kind… but its a hot reactor, that’s for sure. Really, insanely hot. I’d argue that someone peeled the shielding away and left it just on the edge of critical. Why anyone would do that is beyond me.”
“Someone laying a trap ship out here seems like a stretch, but it’s possible. Or it had some biological contamination that they left the core exposed with the hope of killing it off.”
“The radiation levels should do that nicely.” Ran-gee leaned forward, quickly making adjustments. “It’s moving.”
“Moving moving. Like it’s under power moving.”
Kurthar paled, “Someone is flying it? Is there a distress beacon? Maybe they had a failure and are trying to limp to port.”
“This far out? It would be a damn desperate move.”
“I’d do it if I had no other choice. Hope they can treat the poisoning later.”
“I guess. But there’s no beacon. And…” Xe tried to resolve the scanner results. “The reactor signature looks like its Trath, but the drive reads N’gthy.”
“It must be interference. The N’gthy have no business with the Trath. Not in a million eons.”
“I’ve rechecked it twice. Also… there seems to be some dust haze around it that looks like its reflecting Gamma radiation.”
“Is it a weapon of some kind?”
“They’d be firing a Gamma beam of like 130 petawatts at nothing. And not just a burst, this is a continuous beam.”
“What in the great egg would do that?”
“ If we stay here too much longer, we’ll find out. It’s 4 causal seconds out, and approaching fast. I for one don’t think we should be anywhere near it’s back-end after it passes.”
“Spin up the engines, and move us to a safe distance.”
“I don’t think there’s a safe place in this sector.” Ran-gee said, swiftly moving to activate the drive systems.
The scanner unit chimed an alert.

They both turned in dawning horror to see that some kind of radio signal was suddenly focused on them. A quick repeating ping.
The strange ship was altering course toward them.
Their heads swung in unison as the Communications console on the other side of the bridge also chimed its own alert.
“it’s trying to contact us.” Ran-gee moved to the com panel. “The Identifier says its Iderant.”
“All of the Iderant died in the old wars ages ago.”
“Maybe there were some hiding out here?”
“I guess we are about to find out.” Kurthar said, as Xe opened the channel. The face that appeared on the screen was… disquieting. Snoutless, flat. Some raised, bulbus structure in the center of what must have been its face. It was scaleless, and a greyish pink color, as if it had been burned and had its skin removed. It sprouted some kind of growth from the crown of its skull, like a brown moss. It opened what must have been its thin, round, tiny mouth and bared its teeth in a show of aggression. The screen froze, and alarm klaxons began sounding from nearly every ship system. The drive system went into emergency shutdown, forcing the reactor into standby mode.
Ran-gee was trying to make sense of it. “The ship is outputting some kind of defense screen around it. It generating some kind of pulsing wave of gravity distortions, and a magnetic field that forcing our systems into triggering their safety protocols. Its scrambling the main processor, and radiation levels are high enough that the core thinks there has been a breach.”
A ship so wrong in so many ways, that even nearby vessels would lock up in panic. A ship that seemed to have been stitched together from trash, insanity, and nightmares. A ship filled with snarling, scaleless monsters.
Kurthar could only look on helplessly as it moved into position to dock with him, the door responding to a hail from what it believed to be one of its own kind.

This was how the Nuklan met what called its self the Human race. A race that after throwing itself into space atop giant explosions, had found the void riddled with relics and artifacts. They had taken everything they had found apart, and learned from it, or used it. Often repurposing simple devices with complex and insane new uses. One of these was how the E.S.S Clark, The ship which so confused, and frightened Kurthar, had repurposed simple gravity units into containment for its drive core. A small, artificially constructed quantum singularity.

The worlds had to be cautious. If a human even saw an image of some technology unknown to them, or worse yet got to touch it, the humans would have their own version of it in less than a cycle.

They had a nickname for the humans. These reckless, naïve beasts from the junkyard. Creatures that would build a black hole out of spare parts, strap it to a pile of trash, and take it out for a spin. They were named for a small pest animal that would frequently cause headaches by evading traps, and cleverly thwarting attempts to keep them away from refuse.

Roughly translated, Humans are the Trash Pandas of the galaxy.

The mass media give us industrialized storytelling: teams of professionals produce stories for us at a distance on a regular schedule for profit. Television works this way (watch Fridays at 9:00!), as well as Hollywood movies (Iron Man 3), and even books are increasingly published as regular serials (Harry Potter,  The Hunger Games, Twilight) or with the author as “brand” (one reads an Agatha Christie, a Stephen King, a James Patterson). It’s not that different from making cars or computers or any other industrial product. In mass culture, there are professional producers (writers, actors, directors) and cultural consumers (whose role is the system is to buy and enjoy), but this is the system that fanfiction  flouts: in fandom, the “consumer” is also an artist, who turns the industrial story into something local, idiosyncratic, personal, handmade.

Francesca Coppa, “Introduction to the Detective’s Tale,” The Fanfiction Reader

(PS and hrmph, the book was briefly sold out at Amazon but they’ve got copies again.  All royalties go to the Organization For Transformative Works, which built and maintains the Archive of Our Own,  who are currently having a fundraising drive: go donate and support the work they do!)

Venezuela and the cash problem

Alright, as promised, I’m going to talk about the current cash problem.

As you may or may not know, Venezuela currently has one of the worst inflation rates in the world, right now at 536% from January till today, in other words, over 50% MONTHLY inflation, which effectively means one’s salary loses half of its value by the end of the month. 

So, disregarding the terrible burden this creates on society, as otherwise it would only make this post more depressing and long that its about to become, a growing problem is just how much cash you need to pay for stuff, like, for example, a carton of 24 eggs is right now 28,000 BsF, which makes each individual egg ~1,200 BsF, or 12 bills of 100 BsF, currently the most common bill on the street

So, this means you would need 280 bills to pay for a single carton of eggs.

Which, as you can imagine, has created a problem in which there isn’t enough bills around to meet demand, in other words, there’s more (inflated) value on the streets that there are bills available.

And this is assuming you get to use this one, as the second most common bill is the 50 BsF one, meaning you need twice as many to buy said eggs.

There are other, even minor bills of course, but they hold so little value, and are such a bitch to transport, count, store and use, that nowadays people refuse to use them, going so far as to tell bank tellers to fuck off when given while they try to withdraw their money (but more on that in a bit)

The two and five bills dying out almost two years ago.

So, the Maduro regime, acknowledging this problem far too late, decided to finally accept the hyperinflation reality, which they had refused for 2 years, and ordered the creation of new bills, effectively adding two 0′s to all existing bills as to tackle the cash scarcity problem, which by the end of last year had become endemic. 

But since this is Venezuela, these bills took way too long to arrive, having been announced around October last year (give or take, but before December), but only starting to show up en masse around a month ago, meaning that in the time it took them to show up, they lost about 10 times their value, reaching a point in which the highest available bill, the 20,000 BsF one, is not enough to buy one fucking carton of eggs.

And let me tell you, finding one of those 20,000 bills is a miracle these days, as currently the most common one is the 500 BsF bill, which, while cutting the bill load 5 times for all transactions, it nevertheless it still creates the problem of carrying around literal bricks of cash to afford even the most basic of things, with the added bonus that you’re now a target for robbers if spotted, something that had stopped happening simply because spending the bullet on a poor soul wasn’t worth it for the robber.

Now, let’s go back to the banks, as you might be wondering why they’re not helping with the cash problem, and its simple really: They don’t have it either, where you either spend 2 hours on a ATM line to withdraw 8,000 BsF, the maximum allowed in most machines (some just give you fucking 600 BsF, and its literally cheaper to wipe your ass with that than to buy toilet paper), where they never, never, give you new bills, or go into the bank, make a +3 hour line, and arrive at the teller telling you you can only withdraw 10,000 BsF as they’re running out of money, and only in 10 BsF bills, which has started quite nasty, yet ultimately peaceful, verbal fights between the bank personnel and the people in the line.

So, you still need the cash, and while you have it in the bank, after calling the mother of the teller things no suitable for even HBO, you know you can’t go back there, so what do you do? Why, you go cash hunting in business with working card terminals! (good God that’s another problem, but let’s leave it for another day) Where, if you manage to find one with available cash, all you gotta do is give them a commission of up 20% of the value you need for the transaction, which is extremely illegal mind you, but at least you can get all the cash you want, for as long as they have it.

And this is so common, there’s this weird occurrence going on where cash is far more valuable than, well, its face value, so much so you get preference in all business if you announce you intend to buy in cash rather than card (when the option is available that is, good God you guys have no idea how bad the terminal problem is), and can even get a discount, an extreme rarity in these hyperinflated days.

Oh, and since people are assholes regardless of country, some have begun to hoard cash just to sell it at atrocious commission rates (I’ve heard of 40% for wads of 20,000 bills), which is only making the problem, constantly increasing thank to the hyperinflation, worse.

Heh, the problem is so chronic, some people are now using green, free and american fucking dollars, for everyday big transactions, to the point used cars, houses, land, industrial tools and even some car spares now only sell in dollars, something made illegal by the old Chavez regime some 20 years ago, but that people no longer give a fuck about, as even high-ranking government officials are doing the same.

So, there you have it, this is how all of us deal with cash nowadays: As a precios commodity only to be used in the most extreme of circumstances, like bus fares or police bribing, basically the things that won’t take card nor online bank transfers.   


How do you brush aside hateful comments and not let them get to you? I think you have to take it with a grain of salt, because when you think about it, the internet is somewhat of a gigantic high school. It’s high school beyond high school. It never really changes, it just changes the medium. It’s as much of a lesson for us in our industry as it is for girls and kids: You have to ignore it, you have to be the bigger person and know that what you’re doing is right for you, even though it might not be for somebody else. - Nina Dobrev for FLAUNT Magazine

Old Hollywood Trivia

Ingrid Bergman : Was effectively blacklisted in 1949 for having an affair with director Roberto Rossellini and having a child out of wedlock with him. Bergman decided to live with Rossellini in Italy, abandoning Hollywood films and making movies with her husband in his home country. She returned to the US film industry at the end of their marriage. Her comeback movie Anastasia (1956) earned her an Oscar.

- Her arrival for her first day’s work; wheeled into the studio on a bicycle and wearing sunglasses

Bette Davis : When she died, her false eyelashes were auctioned off, fetching a price of $600. Previously, she had said that her biggest secret was brown mascara.

- Nominated for an Academy Award 5 years in a row, in 1939, 1940, 1941, 1942 and 1943.She shares the record for most consecutive nominations with Greer Garson.

Ava Gardner : An Australian reporter found that Gardner was quite adept at foul language, and her swearing was “like a sailor and a truck driver were having a competition."She threw a glass of champagne at the reporter.

- While living in Spain, became a good friend of the writer Ernest Hemingway, whom she and his other friends called "Papa”. Both of then were fans of bullfighting

Norma Shearer : She would not remove her wedding ring for a role, preferring to cover it up with flesh-colored tape.

- Was meticulous about her appearance. Early in her career, she spent money she could barely afford on the services on an eye doctor, who trained her to strengthen a weak eye. She swam everyday, had massages to firm her figure, and dieted religiously.

Carole Lombard : The plane crash that killed her took place less than a month before the Oscars. Despite her mother’s premonition of the disaster, she refused to take a train to Los Angeles. She was reputedly in a rush after getting wind of an alleged affair between her husband Clark Gable and Lana Turner who were filming Somewhere I’ll Find You (1942) at the time

- In 1926,an automobile accident badly cut her face. Advanced plastic surgery and use of make-up covered the scars. However, at the time the belief was that use of anesthetic during the operation would leave worse scars, so she endured the reconstructive surgery without an anesthetic.

Joan Crawford : She had a cleanliness obsession. She used to wash her hands every ten minutes and follow guests around her house wiping everything they touched, especially doorknobs and pieces from her china set. She would never smoke a cigarette unless she opened the pack herself, and would never use another cigarette out of that pack if someone else had touched it

- She was so dedicated to her fans that she always personally responded to her fan mail by typing responses on blue paper and autographing it.
A great deal of her spare time and weekends were spent doing this

Barbara Stanwyck : Often called “The Best Actress Who Never Won an Oscar.”

- Started smoking when she was nine.

Marlene Dietrich : First German actress to be Oscar-nominated.

- She demanded that Max Factor sprinkle half an ounce of real gold dust into her wigs to add glitter to her tresses during filming.

Greta Garbo : Left John Gilbert standing at the altar in 1927 when she got cold feet about marrying him.

- Popularized trench coats and berets in the 1930s.

Marilyn Monroe : She found it almost impossible to learn lines, and took 60 takes to deliver the line “It’s me, Sugar”, in Some Like it Hot.

- Today, her estate makes around five million dollars a year.

- Marilyn was only the second woman to head her own production company (Mary Pickford was the first).

James Dean : Dean claimed his middle name, “Byron,” came from the Romantic Poet, Lord Byron.

-  He kept a copy of The Little Prince on his nightstand and frequently quoted from it.

Marlon Brando : Lived on infamous “Bad Boy Drive” (Muholland Drive in Beverly Hills, California), which received its nickname because its residents were famous “bad boy” actors Jack Nicholson, Warren Beatty and Brando.

- In his autobiography, he said that he was physically attracted to Vivien Leigh during the making of A Streetcar Named Desire (1951). However, he could not bring himself to seduce her, as he found her husband, Laurence Olivier, to be such a “nice guy”.

Audrey Hepburn: She was an introvert. Unlike most celebrities, Audrey did not crave the spotlight or being surrounded by groups of fans and entourages.

- She decided to make acting her career as she couldn’t attain the status of prima ballerina, due to her height and weakness (the after effect of malnutrition).