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rip aragorn son of arathorn u would have loved merlin bird app
Me, trying to impress my date with a display of my boundless humility: I would like to order one single, solitary crumb.
Waitress taking my order: Such arrogance! Not only do you presume to boast under the guise of being humble, but your order employs the most decadent of linguistic excesses - the tautology!
My date, who until recently thought "tautology" referred to the study of tensile strengths and upon learning her mistake compensated by reading through its Wikipedia article: That would be more correctly identified as a "pleonasm".
The editor I hired to curate my posts who styles himself as a sort of scheming court advisor: My liege, this one is getting away from us. The punchline loses much of its impact when the rest of the joke is derailed by this increasingly self-indulgent meta humour. Were it up to me, your Grace, which of course it is not, I would cut the others and leave myself as the only supporting character. You need noone else, Your Majesty...
My card: Declines
you literally have to unironically listen to some shit like party rock anthem so you don’t kill yourself
11 years ago I was visiting friends and stone circles in England. What an exciting time.
[T]he American militarization of science would usher in a new era of ecological thought […]. Western colonizers had long configured tropical islands into the contained spaces of a laboratory, which is to say a suppression of island history and Indigenous presence. This generation of AEC [Atomic Energy Commission] ecologists embraced nuclear testing as creating a novel opportunity […]. [T]he Pacific Islands have long been fashioned as laboratories for western colonial interests, from the botanical collecting of James Cook’s voyages to […] structural anthropology. […]
The declassification of a 1957 memo from Brookhaven National Laboratory’s medical researcher Dr [R.C.], the doctor in charge of testing and caring for the hundreds of Marshallese exposed to radiation, has confirmed suspicious that it was the islanders as much as the environment that were subject to an AEC experiment. To his colleagues he wrote, ‘The habitation of these people on the island will afford most valuable ecological radiation data on human beings.’ Arguments like this appear elsewhere in AEC records. For instance, the director of the AEC Health and Safely Laboratory described neighboring Utirik Atoll in 1956 as ‘by far the most contaminated place in the world’ but that it will be ‘very interesting’ to get data from the environment and islanders when they are returned there. Referring to genetic tests about the impact of radiation on fruit flies and mice, he observed of the Marshall Islanders:
‘While it is true that these people do not live, I would say, the way Westerners do, civilized people, it is nevertheless also true that these people are more like us than mice.’ […]
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In claiming Micronesia and expanding the American exclusive economic zone, Truman tripled the territorial size of the United States. […] [T]he oceanic territory, vital to US naval and airforce transit, represents three million square miles. […] With the advent of the far more powerful hydrogen weapons, the AEC in 1954 cordoned off an enormous area of the Pacific, banning the passage of ships or planes for 400,000 square miles. […] Estimated at one thousand times the force of the bombs dropped on Hiroshima and Nagasaki […] [in] addition to spreading lethal levels of radiation over 5000 miles of the Pacific, Bravo’s fallout was detected in the rain over Japan, in lubricating oil of Indian aircraft, in winds over Australia, and in the sky over the United States and Europe. It caused the radiogenic illness of the crew of a Japanese freighter 1200 miles away. […]
When Rongelapese women began giving birth to babies without skulls and without skeletons […], infants with severe brain damage and missing limbs, scientists informed them that these miscarriages and defects were ‘to be expected in a small island population.’
Although scientists from the AEC Division of Biology and Medicine had ample evidence of the extensive radiological contamination of Rongelap, they allowed the islanders to return in order to deflect criticism of the AEC’s atmospheric testing program, and thus exposed the islanders to another 22 nuclear tests on Enewetak […].
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The US military films of Micronesia [from 1951] […] juxtapose the modernity of America […] to ‘distant and primitive’ yet vitally important ‘test islands … a giant lab in the middle of an ocean.’ To quote this Hollywood-produced film: […] [A]n outdoor laboratory: Entewak Atoll in the Pacific. […] [T]hree years have passed, three years to bring new and improved atomic weapons to this secluded equatorial land […]. [Image of an American man with suitcase entering his car and waving goodbye to son and dog]. Now the proving grounds come alive like a university campus […] individual test islands, seemingly like so many science buildings on college grounds. […]
Even the foilage has been bulldozed ‘for elbow room’ as one AEC film declares […].
[T]he narrator declares, 'the islanders are a nomadic group, and are well pleased that the Yanks are going to add a little variety to their lives.’
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All text above by: Elizabeth M. DeLoughrey. “The myth of isolates: ecosystem ecologies in the nuclear Pacific". Cultural Geographies, Volume 20, Number 2, Special Issue: Islanding cultural geographies (April 2013), pages 167-184. First published 31 October 2012. At: doi dot org slash 10.1177/1474474012463664 [Bold emphasis and some paragraph breaks/contractions added by me. Presented here for commentary, teaching, criticism purposes.]
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A woman must stay alone for a long while until the hate men have for women has left her, and even longer until the jealousy women have for other women has left her, and longer still until the anger her children have for her has left her—until she is no longer a woman altered by the resentment of men, women, and children, no longer what others have forced her to be, but empty as a skull or a shell, filled only by whatever she pleases, forest air perhaps.
— Kiran Desai, The Loneliness of Sonia and Sunny
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ive heard if its all gone wrong and is fucked beyond repair you can actually use it for banana bread
[looking at people younger than me] you have your whole life ahead of you [looking at people older than me] you have your whole life ahead of you [looking at myself] its over
some hyper famous artists like Van Gogh transcend overratedness and become underrated because they're so normalized. Like I'll look at a van Gogh and I'm like wait this really is amazing you guys don't get it
some hyper famous artists like Van Gogh transcend overratedness and become underrated because they're so normalized. Like I'll look at a van Gogh and I'm like wait this really is amazing you guys don't get it
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Maker: Herter Brothers (German, active New York, 1864–1906) Date:1879–82 Geography: Made in New York, New York, United States
i say this in a mirandy honouring way but consider: andy and emily lezzing out both thinking of miranda
watching devil wears prada as the devil himself intended (knowing andy and emily have lezzed out both thinking of miranda)
aria aber, “my father drives me to düsseldorf airport” / hedgie choi, “salvage”