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Help my sister and her teachers spread this to help with the social lesson!
I’m curious let’s see how far his goes, lost where you’re from in the tags if you’re comfortable
Practice social distancing my friends :) Happy homeschooling from a university student working from home now
Repost to spread. (Not really humor)
https://www.forbes.com/sites/zakdoffman/2020/03/14/new-warning-issued-for-all-whatsapp-and-imessage-users-major-threat-to-encryption/
Is this the beginning of the end for secure messaging?
gonna add the EFF’s page standalone here too, signing would be great but you don’t have to, it’s important that people at least know
https://www.eff.org/deeplinks/2020/03/earn-it-bill-governments-not-so-secret-plan-scan-every-message-online
The whole Pepsi commercial thing reminded me that people always mis-remember the famous flower in the gun barrel photo as being a young woman. It wasn’t. The photo, taken by Bernie Boston, is of George Edgerly Harris III better known by his stage name Hibiscus. He was a member of the San Francisco based radical gay liberation theater troupe the Cockettes. He died of AIDS in 1982 at the time AIDS was still referred to by the name GRID which stood for Gay Related Immuno-Deficiency. The photo was taken at a protest at the Pentagon.
I had no idea who he was, thank you.
This is one example of the Mandela Effect phenomena, where an iconic moment is reenacted with a hippy woman so many times that people think that’s the story and thus another gay man is written out of history. Thanks for the photo.
I had no idea. Wow.
This photo was taken by Bernie Boston, a black/native man who willingly stood up to a chapter of the KKK and earned their respect among other things
I get the subject is important, but please dont erase Bernie. I knew him personally and he deserves to be remembered and by only remembering the subject, a white man, you erase a black man.
@vaspider could you reblog this version too, please? I am deeply upset by Bernie’s erasure from his own work.
Reblogging for credit to the photographer, and so I can look up his work on desktop later.
A brilliant black photographer capturing the powerful and iconic protest of a homosexual? *instantly reblogs*
This is a summary of college only using two pictures; expensive as hell.
That’s my Sociology “book”. In fact what it is is a piece of paper with codes written on it to allow me to access an electronic version of a book. I was told by my professor that I could not buy any other paperback version, or use another code, so I was left with no option other than buying a piece of paper for over $200. Best part about all this is my professor wrote the books; there’s something hilariously sadistic about that. So I pretty much doled out $200 for a current edition of an online textbook that is no different than an older, paperback edition of the same book for $5; yeah, I checked. My mistake for listening to my professor.
This is why we download.
Alternatives to buying overpriced textbooks
Textbooknova
Bookboon
Textbookrevolution
GaTech Math Textbooks
Ebookee
Freebookspot
Free-ebooks
Getfreeebooks
BookFinder
Oerconsortium
Project Gutenberg
Spreading this shit like nutella because goddamn textbooks are so expensive.
not necessarily art related but as someone who couldn’t afford their textbooks this semester this is a godsend
REBLOGGING because after a little digging, I found my $200 textbook for free in PDF form.
friendly reminder that this exists since I know we’re all going back to college soon
Will reblog every time I see it.
Reblogged for accessibility for people who can't read online books
*gets penalty* “that’s bullshit” *watches replay* “.. yeah okay”
This is flawless. I can’t stop watching.
Every hockey player ever sent to the penalty box
Literally me, soooo many times 😂
I discovered something useful today, taking breaks or exercising never helps me but THIS does, sharing to save a life
I just found out that some pro artists that work for companies like Dreamworks etc sometimes hold their pens this or similar way so it gotta work. Recently I spent 5 days on drawing for long periods of time (we talk about min 5 hours in one go to max 12 hours long crunch) and not once did my hand bother me.
For any artist friendos ???
SAVE A (HAND’S) LIFE
Yo @ladyshinga I found a thing
OH MY GOD
I'll always support good biomechanics
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for the last 2+ weeks, the Amazon has been catching fire. Yes, it’s the season where that’s normal but because of the sayings (aka incentive) of our new president, some farmers are taking advantage of that and intentionally setting the trees on fire. Yesterday, because of this, the sky of São Paulo looked like this. AT THREE IN THE AFTERNOON.
Hospitals of the northern states are filling up with people (especially children and seniors) claiming they can’t breathe properly. ALREADY ENDANGERED ANIMALS ARE DYING. THIS IS SERIOUS.
Germany and Norway, huge donators to the Amazon cause will stop sending money because they don’t see results (that can also be credited to our president, who has been tweeting angrily ever since - not because he cares about the environment, btw). That money gives this guy and his team equipment to save little guys like these:
THIS AFFECTS EVERYONE, NOT JUST BRAZILIANS. The Amazon is the largest rainforest in the world, and it’s being destroyed. WE HAVE TO DO SOMETHING.
If your country is holding elections, vote for someone who cares about this. Don’t let another Bolsonaro or another Trump have the power to do something and then do nothing. This is going to shape our future — if we have one.
PLEASE REBLOG, EVERYONE NEEDS TO SEE THIS!!
side note: not to sound bitter or ungrateful but also like what’s up with Europe… y’all exploited South America for centuries but just because you “aren’t seeing results” you stop helping altogether?? if you really wanted to help you wouldn’t stop because you think you aren’t helping lol
theres a petition going around. PLEASE sign it. this is HUGE
So, our Lung is on fire.
It is already threatened by huge deforestation, to the point it lost 20% of its wildth in less than 30 years.
It’s been burning for around two weeks and almost no word has been uttered about it. I, sincerely, have come to find out about it just now. I’m shooketh ™️ because we’re really burning away this planet.
The Amazon Rainforest holds 20% of global waters, it’s an area of incredible value in termns of biodiversity and, nevermind, it’s a crucial climate regulator. Spread awareness, demand help.
I have no idea why that second pic is upside down but, here is a dose of positive graffiti that I found during my time at the library today
Pizza Lady: The Ordinary Superhero No one Ever Talks About
Friday, October 23rd 2018
The Thin Crust Crusaider
By Melanie
They say triangles are the strongest shape
They say justice is best served cold
They say nothing brings together people better than food
They say a lot of things these people
But I've decided that when they talk about these three things they must be talking about Pizza. Pizza, and Pizza Lady: the hero who brings Justice with a slice.
Because who would want their pizza to be anything but the strongest possible shape engineering can provide?
Is there anyone who can say they haven't thoroughly enjoyed at least one slice of cold pizza?
And lastly, most importantly, they are not wrong, Pizza does bring people together even in the dead of night
Rolling through the cold, gloomy night of my proverbial Gotham City
I hear many sounds
I hear the roar of passing cars, the screech of police sirens when finally I hear the worst sound of all
I hear a pop, and the grinding of metal
Looking down in horror I see my wheelchair, crippled itself thanks to a single missing screw.
All hope is lost
I'll never find the screw
That is until I look to the sky and see a sight I haven't seen in a long time
I see, the Pizza Signal!
Justice is about to be served in 30 minutes or less!
When I started this blog I did so hoping to capture many of the moments and specifically the positives that can come with having a disability. Though I know it's true that there exists many people in the world who would simply help regardless of someone's disability; I am also keenly aware that my disability can sometimes as lead me to experience random acts of kindness. Most often this comes from the kindness of strangers. Some of these strangers, I get to thank, and some, like pizza lady I can't possibly thank enough.
Unlike a lot of poems on this blog, part of this poem is completely non - fiction. This past Wednesday I was coming home from a night class. It was cold, it was dark, it was windy it had all the makings of a night that would have been the perfect setting for a crime in a superhero movie. Instead, what transpired was exactly as it says. While moving to roll down the curb cut in the sidewalk my wheelchair suddenly stopped moving. I had indeed lost a tiny, 2 cm, black screw in the middle of the night.
After looking around a while I became pretty defeated. The screw was gone, and so by extension I was screwed. My wheelchair was going to have to limp home with me until I could find a replacement. Instead of attempting that feat which would have taken hours in the cold; I staggered into a nearby pizza joint hoping they could help at the very least get me a cab.
That, is not what happened. Instead, this woman appeared as I'm inside the pizza joint, produced a ramp so that I could get inside, and then proceeded to tell me she was going to find the screw in question. I thanked her for her generosity, and begin making arrangements to call the cab, but truthfully had little hope that she would find anything. So, I was more than a little surprised when two minutes later Pizza Lady came back inside with the offending screw! She then proceeded to produce an allen key set, and put the screw back where it belongs in my wheelchair.
Finally, as if all of this wasn't heroic enough Pizza Lady insisted on feeding me a slice of pizza on the house. It's people like her that are the reason my blog exists because, if I do nothing else then to record the stories of kindness of those I meet in the form of poetry for the rest of my life and I feel I have done something meaningful. To Pizza Lady her small acts of kindness may have seemed like nothing but to me they were everything, so much so they were worthy of this blog post.
Thank you Pizza Lady! This poem is for you. I hope we meet again soon. And I hope you never lose your heroic zest for doing the right thing. Thank you.
My hamstrings are so tight they may as well be wearing skinny jeans. Back on the stretching train means back to the blogging train.
Deadpool Makes Me Feel Too Cool for School
Tuesday May 22, 2018
I haven’t really been feeling very poetically inspired of late, so to those who come here for the poetry; I apologize. The poems will be back, but for now I was feeling more inspired to shed light on my favourite form of humour, and why this school year led me to fall in love with a different form of hero’s journey.
Like a lot of people I’ve fallen in love with the hero’s journey narrative. Largely, I think this has to do with the Disney franchise, and its own personal love affair with filling my childhood with the expectation that heroes are always the winners without exception. Obviously, that’s not how real life works, but I think because real life can be so hard we like to tell stories where we (as the hero in our own story) can be assured success.
Recently I had the pleasure of seeing Deadpool 2 with two excellent people who I shall call Ocean, and West (that’s so Hollywood I know. You’re just gonna have to deal I’m afraid :))
Attention all movie goers and Internet trolls: THE FOLLOWING HAS NO SPOILERS! So keep your superhero tights on okay!?
Anyway, knowing I had a propensity for superhero movies, and because I’m awesome; Ocean invited me along. I of course, accepted her invite albeit with a few trepidation. Firstly, though I love the overly sarcastic, no holds bard sense of humour Deadpool has. He says a lot of the things that no one will, and is simultaneously hysterical while he does it. As the someone who is often this very person, I respect. I’m aware of Dead’s dark undertones though. This kinda ruined the first Deadpool for me, so hence: worry 1. Worry 2 just boiled down to my dad’s declaration that the movie had gotten terrible reviews. Even at 28 though, I love to defy my parents advice on occasion... Worry 2 solved.
Watching this wickedly funny anti-hero got me thinking though... about something a few of my elective Classics classes taught me inadvertently this year. Ancient history wasn’t as obsessed as happy endings as we are. Many of (in fact most) of the stories in Greek myth end in tragedy. Both the Gods, and the heroes themselves are flawed, imperfect, and not always on the winning end.
Considering how my school year had more than a few obstacles: a busted wheelchair, pressure sores, and even a fairly severe concussion; this imperfection was a healthy lesson.
I may be the hero in my own story, but that doesn’t mean I’m without flaws. Nor should I try to be. That’s not only impossible, it’s not Deadpool cannon. ;)
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hey before you call something wheelchair accessible just go ahead and invite a wheelchair user or two over because I almost guarantee you that an able-bodied person is not capable of guessing what is accessible without having ever used a wheelchair solo before
some but not all cool things nobody ever thinks of:
put hand sanitizer or a sink in the accessible bathroom stall, or alcohol wipes outside of it. people who cannot use their legs have to use unwashed hands to roll to the sink, and people who can use their legs are afraid to walk out of stalls because they get harassed and even assaulted.
enough space for wheelchair in doorway…AND ARMS. HOW DO YOU THINK THE WHEELCHAIR MOVES! if I cannot roll through it without scraping my arms it is not accessible
brick paths suck the end
gravel paths suck. make it smooth
a ramp is not accessible if it is too steep. not every wheelchair user is ripped enough or capable of using muscles enough to propel themselves up a steep angle safely. some wheelchair users have heart issues. you want heart attacks? this is how you get them
perfect 90 degree turns suck and are often impossible to turn through
some wheelchairs have foot rests. account for them
wheelchair accessible means wheelchair accessible while alone. if you expect someone to have to be helped out to use your facility, that is not acceptable or accessible
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🚨This is a Red Alert for net neutrality 🚨
Last December, the FCC voted to to kill net neutrality. If we do not take action, this will kill the free and open internet as we know it. The internet needs you—all of you—to make sure your voices are heard NOW.
We need all hands on deck for this one. It may be our last chance. If you’re feeling under-informed and overwhelmed about why net neutrality is so incredibly important, we have this handy guide just for you.
Here’s what you can do to save the internet:
In mid-May, the Senate will vote on a resolution to overrule the FCC using the Congressional Review Act (CRA). We only need one more vote in the Senate to win. Write or call your Senators or Representatives. You can also text BATTLE to 384-387 to get more information on how to write to your reps. You can do this, Tumblr.
Join us and dozens of your other favorite companies like Etsy, Vimeo, Reddit, and GitHub to raise awareness with the Red Alert campaign being run by Battle for the Net. Just add this small widget to your Tumblr to let your followers know how they can contact their reps. It’s as easy as copying and pasting the small line of code right into the customize theme page on the web.
This is important. This matters. It’s up to you to help.
The FCC has announced that they will end net neutrality on June 11.
You can help stop them.
The Senate is voting on a resolution to maintain a safe and open internet. Contact your reps—let them know you support net neutrality. This is it, Tumblr. Now is the time to act. Go, go, go!
Again, this is one of very few things I reblog outside of my own content, but it’s important. I have no voice in the USA as a citizen of Canada, but I know that what the US does has a massive effect both here and around the world.
During the Obama administration I wrote the FCC via a website suggested by the incredibly talented John Oliver. Now it seems to be beyond that. It appears we may need to write US Senators to make the difference we need to keep the Internet we know and love.
I’ve tried to keep my blog largely un-political, but this issue affects, some might say attacks places like Tumblr. The ability of many of the followers who fallow my blog, and others like it could be drastically impaired this month and I won’t sit and watch that happen. This has to be a team effort though, so American friends; it may be time to pick up your phones.
As someone with anxiety I of all people know that at times simple phone calls can be truly daunting, but... this is the time. There are seldom moments in history when we have the opportunity to stand as heroes. This could be one of them. But we’ll only know if we stand together and try.
Good luck Internet. Please don’t roll with this punch.
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Sunday: Hannah has a beautiful and sassy Yorkiepoo named Bella, and tonight, for the first time, she jumped into bed and slept with us. During my first few visits to Minnesota, Bella was slightly leery of my presence, probably because a hulking metal contraption on wheels is so far beyond her tiny puppy comprehension, but possibly just because she despises my scent. I made it my goal to win her heart when I moved to live in Minnesota, but Bella had different ideas. On my second day in her home, I found my pillow completely shredded, a clear warning that I now lived in her territory. I’m sure it will be a long courtship, but feeling her jump up and snuggle against my feet tonight made me smile.
Monday: My brother, who coincidentally moved to his own apartment just days after I moved, FaceTimed me today to give a grand tour of his new domain. The place was almost completely empty, understandably so, since he had gotten the keys only a few hours earlier, but then he opened the refrigerator and I saw not one, but two enormous steaks, as well as potatoes, vegetables, and a variety of drinks. Andrew having his priorities straight (food over everything) made me smile. Congrats on your new place, dude!
Tuesday: I found a sticker of a zombie Super Mario on the sidewalk downtown. It made me smile.
Wednesday: I enjoyed the most buttery, delicious glass of Chardonnay tonight in my ultra high-tech anti-gravity cup that Hannah got me for Christmas. I’ll post a link to it below, but it’s a phenomenal adaptive device for anyone with limited “sipping” abilities, like me, because it uses weird futuristic science to reduce how hard one must “suck” on the straw to get liquid. It made me smile.
Thursday: While getting a blood test at Gillette today, a geyser of red spurted from my hand as the nurse removed the needle. Hannah, who was doing her best not to look while she helped hold my arm in position, happened to glance down as my vein was exploding. She let out an emphatic “oh god!” but she did not faint, which made me smile.
Friday: We entertained guests for the first time in our new apartment tonight! Two of Hannah’s friends from school came over and we blew their minds with the perfection of our highly sophisticated spaghetti and salad. We might not be master chefs yet, but cooking meals and having people over to enjoy them with Hannah made me smile.
Saturday: We officially have the t-shirt artwork for the 2018 Laughing At My Nightmare 5K and it’s so rad! If this smile post gets 150 shares (woah!) we will post the design tonight and randomly select ~five~ of the people who shared to receive a free T-shirt, no matter where you live! It’s going to be a phenomenal event! Seeing you at the 5K would make me smile, so sign up here: https://www.laughingatmynightmare.com/5k and if you live too far from Pennsylvania to attend, run with us in spirit in our Virtual 5K: https://www.youcaring.com/laughingatmynightmareinc-1104170
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Anti-gravity cup: https://smile.amazon.com/LOHOME%C2%AE-Creative-Drinking-Gorosilicate-Decanter/dp/B01EFYTSCW/ref=sr_1_4?s=home-garden&ie=UTF8&qid=1511560384&sr=1-4&keywords=wine+glass+with+straw#HLCXComparisonWidget_feature_div
This is the man who’s blog inspired my own!! If you wanna make my birthday a happy one maybe show his organization @laughingatmynightmare some love? Pretty please. The work they do for those living with muscular dystrophy is incredibly important, and their message about laughter and positivity being an essential vitiman are incredibly important. I know a lot of my readers are students, but, if you can, please do. Or, you could share it; that would be amazing too!
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I don’t often reblog things, but I think it’s REALLY important that no one, anywhere in North America forgets the impact of mass shootings. I live somewhere where gun control is something I can take for granted. None the less, this effects me too. Every time I hear of one of these any number of my American friends (and sometimes the Canadian ones who have traveled there) come to mind.
For that reason I wanted to share this excellent piece of art to show that even from Canada I stand with students of students of Stoneman Douglas. This NEEDS TO BE THE LAST TIME!
Expect a poem to that effect. And let’s hope March time memorial flowers brings April change!!
Shoutout to the artist (I can’t see your name to tag it, sorry!) go give their blog some solid love.
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