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something i actually just realized on call w some friends recently is how crazey it is that your online friends are as many as thousands of feet above or below u right now. like if you teleported to their location without changing your height above sea level, well your fucked in some way basically

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Voting ended onJul 19

#0 i guess bc most of the city is under sea level

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Gabby Douglas ||🇺🇸 2012 Olympic Individual All-Around GOLD

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Gabby Douglas ||🇺🇸 2012 Olympic Individual All-Around GOLD

workingclasshistory

On this day, 10 July 1985, the French intelligence service carried out a terrorist attack in Aotearoa (New Zealand), which killed Fernando Pereira, a Portuguese photographer. The target of the attack was environmentalist group Greenpeace, and their ship, Rainbow Warrior, which was headed to protest against French nuclear testing in the Moruroa Atoll. Agents of the DGSE attached two limpet mines to the hull, which exploded. France initially denied responsibility but NZ police arrested two of its agents and charged them with murder. Eventually they were sentenced to periods of seven and 10 years' imprisonment for manslaughter and “wilful damage”. However, the United Nations negotiated a settlement under which they were transferred to a French colonial prison. They were then set free after just two years. The terrorists were promoted and decorated upon their return to France. After the bombing, the damaged ship was relocated to Matauri Bay, in order to become a living reef for marine life. Greenpeace purchased a new ship, and also named it Rainbow Warrior, after a fictional Native American prophecy, which stated: “When the world is sick and dying, the people will rise up like Warriors of the Rainbow…” The attack galvanised resistance to nuclear weapons in Aotearoa. Learn more about environmental resistance in these books: https://shop.workingclasshistory.com/collections/all/environment

hasdrubal-gisco

Stealing this from twitter but I liked the concept: put in the tags where were your 8 great-grandparents from (given modern borders) ?

#8 from belgium afaik #4 from korea afaik although not sure if modern north or south korea

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Met my friends' 3 day old baby today and she is the cutest thing ever and they asked me to be one of her god parents and I love them!!!!

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You just teleported to the last movie you watched! how is it going?

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Voting ended onJul 10

#the watermelon woman #so pretty great #i want to flirt in that video store so bad

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South Asia is witnessing scorching heat waves, with temperatures in Bangladesh, Pakistan, and India regularly surpassing 110 degrees Fahrenh

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From the article:

In South Asia, heat weaves already claim more than 200,000 lives annually. According to a recent study, as temperature rises, the death toll might exceed 400,000 by 2045. India is at high risk.

The study further reveals that over 200,000 deaths are currently attributed to severe temperatures, and this figure may nearly quadruple over the next twenty years.

With deaths increasing and governments lacking strategies to protect laborers from dying, vulnerable workers across South Asia are demanding their governments provide heat wave protections.

Ashok Kumar, forty-two, a migrant worker from India’s Bihar state, has been running a barber shop on a footpath with no roof in India’s national capital, New Delhi, where temperatures exceed to 46 degrees Celsius (114.8 degrees Fahrenheit). With no shaded resting area, Kumar spends nine hours a day in a scorching heat to support his family.

“Where shall I go? I have to feed my family. The government cannot install air conditioning at the roadside for us. We are dying under the blazing sun. We have no options. If we stop work, our families will die hungry,” Kumar told me. [...]

While knowing risk factors, many migrant laborers are unable to do much more than cover their heads with wet towels.

“We saw how the laborer Paswan collapsed and died in India’s Nuh grain market. I can’t forget. I am working in the same market and at the same temperature. Covering my head with a wet towel gives relief. But no guarantee of life,” says Narayan Kumar, forty, a migrant worker.

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Asuka Teramoto

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German Summer Gothic

The weather forecast says a heat wave is coming. It’s never been this hot before, you feel like taking off your entire skin. The Thermostat says it’s 23 °C. The basic rules of modesty do not apply anymore. You get as naked as you can possibly afford at all times. Can you wear a bikini top and boxer shorts to university? Your professor does. Flip Flop. Flip Flop. Flip Flop. You turn around to see if someone is following you. No one in sight. You walk a little faster. Flip Flop. Flip Flop. They’re almost here. You sit next to a stranger on the bus. Your thighs are touching. When you try to get up for your stop, you cannot move. The stranger is staring out of the window, but you can’t see their face in the reflection. Your upper legs have fused together and it will only be a matter of time before one of you consumes the other. It’s 36° and it’s getting heißer. Life doesn’t feel hard at all. It’s getting heißer and heißer. You try to turn off the radio, but as soon as you turn your back to it, it’s 36° again and it’s getting heißer. The Klimaanlage in the Deutsche Bahn is broken. It’s always been broken. You’ve heard people say there is a single car where it works, but it’s never the one you’re in. The doors of the Tram open and 50 hungry lungs breathe in in unison. You don’t hear anything but the rattling over the Weichen until the next stop. You didn’t know you could hold your breath this long. You come home to find all of your shoes have been replaced with Flip Flops. Even the Sandalen you put on your own feet this morning have transformed while you were out, it seems. Or did you put them on? You can’t remember. There’s no answers. You wake up to the sun shining in your face. It’s 4 am and your window is on the north side of the house. Mom asks you to mäh the Rasen. You are sure you did it yesterday, but you also feel your nostrils longing for the smell of frischgeschnittnem Gras. How long has it been since you’ve eaten anything? The Flutschfinger at the Kiosk is 4,50€ now.