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Trees of Los Angeles: Koreatown
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Vasquez Rocks Natural Area Park, Agua Dulce CA
I’ve been craving a beautiful, otherworldly place to wander, so a friend and I made the relatively short trip up to iconic Vasquez Rocks from Los Angeles this afternoon. In addition to being a rad ‘ol place in the desert, the distinctive rock formations have been used as a shooting location since the mid-1930s, and were featured in classics like Star Trek, Planet of the Apes and Mighty Morphin…
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Remembering 3.11: the Tokohu Earthquake and Fukushima Daiichi Nuclear Disaster—
Fukushima: the Four-Year Anniversary of the 3.11 Tokohu Earthquake and Tsunami—
Today is the 4th anniversary of the Tokohu earthquake and tsunami that ravaged Japan and neighboring countries, in addition to sparking the Fukushima Daiichi nuclear disaster — the worst nuclear disaster since the catastrophic accident at Chernobyl in 1986.
Fukushima is in the process of being decommissioned, but its threat remains: the plant is still leaking…
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"Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that." - Martin Luther King, Jr. Story by Shannon Luders-Manuel; Photos by Kimberly Abruzzo...
ADOPT ME!
Please, someone adopt this cat from the West LA shelter! Mustache cat! http://www.petharbor.com/pet.asp?uaid=LACT2.A1518986
Meet dapper "Cliff." We met because my housemate adopted him out of nowhere from an adoption event yesterday, and returned him to the West LA Animal Services shelter out of nowhere again this AM. I feel/am responsible for making sure he finds a forever home now. West LA is a kill shelter, and regardless, he deserves a home immediately
About the dude: he's a friendly, outgoing young (3) male cat. He's approachable and bold. His little mustache makes it look like he's smiling. He fell asleep next to me with his belly up. He was a total gentleman, is de-clawed (poor dude!) and just seemed *SO HAPPY* to finally be in a forever home. He was a stray but he's clearly used to being in a home. He ate and pooped and slept in the bed with my housemate. He'd do well with cats who tolerate other cats.
It's heartbreaking to know that his trust in humans has been shattered again. Please consider going down to the West LA shelter and adopting "Cliff" so he can score a better name and lot in life.
PS, anyone know anyone over at the West LA shelter? I'd love a contact there.
So what I think I bought is a steamer, with which I desperately want to steam veggie barbecue buns. But maybe it's something else? I think I'm supposed to fill the little bowl with water and boil it with the big bowl and the buns on the plate on top with the lid on help what am I doing?! #ilovetheworldmarket #noreallyitkeepsmesane
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Just updated relevant video to reflect Zimmerman now a free man, and the gun he used to kill Trayvon Martin will be returned sadface emoticon cursewords.
Today the jury continues it's second day of deliberation to determine George Zimmerman's guilt in the murder of Trayvon Martin. The Florida jury has the option of convicting Zimmerman for murder in the second degree, or for a recently added charge of manslaughter.
The above video follows the 1000 Hoodie Walk last March, where Cheryl A. Coakley-Rivera and other local lawmakers spoke out about Martin's murder and how it parallels violence in the Springfield, Massachusetts community.
Thanks for watching! You can read a bit more about the rally and a personal anecdote about racism in Florida here.
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With deference to the genius of David Bowie, here’s Space Oddity, recorded on Station. A last glimpse of the World. Huge thanks in the making of the video to the talented trio of Emm Gryner, Joe Corcoran and Andrew Tidby, plus Evan Hadfield and all at the CSA.
Here’s the thing. Men in our culture have been socialized to believe that their opinions on women’s appearance matter a lot. Not all men buy into this, of course, but many do. Some seem incapable of entertaining the notion that not everything women do with their appearance is for men to look at. This is why men’s response to women discussing stifling beauty norms is so often something like “But I actually like small boobs!” and “But I actually like my women on the heavier side, if you know what I mean!” They don’t realize that their individual opinion on women’s appearance doesn’t matter in this context, and that while it might be reassuring for some women to know that there are indeed men who find them fuckable, that’s not the point of the discussion. Women, too, have been socialized to believe that the ultimate arbiters of their appearance are men, that anything they do with their appearance is or should be “for men.” That’s why women’s magazines trip over themselves to offer up advice on “what he wants to see you wearing” and “what men think of these current fashion trends” and “wow him with these new hairstyles.” While women can and do judge each other’s appearance harshly, many of us grew up being told by mothers, sisters, and female strangers that we’ll never “get a man” or “keep a man” unless we do X or lose some fat from Y, unless we moisturize/ trim/ shave/ push up/ hide/ show/ ”flatter”/ paint/ dye/ exfoliate/ pierce/ surgically alter this or that. That’s also why when a woman wears revealing clothes, it’s okay, in our society, to assume that she’s “looking for attention” or that she’s a slut and wants to sleep with a bunch of guys. Because why else would a woman wear revealing clothes if not for the benefit of men and to communicate her sexual availability to them, right? It can’t possibly have anything to do with the fact that it’s hot out or it’s more comfortable or she likes how she looks in it or everything else is in the laundry or she wants to get a tan or maybe she likes women and wants attention from them, not from men? The result of all this is that many men, even kind and well-meaning men, believe, however subconsciously, that women’s bodies are for them. They are for them to look at, for them to pass judgment on, for them to bless with a compliment if they deign to do so. They are not for women to enjoy, take pride in, love, accept, explore, show off, or hide as they please. They are for men and their pleasure.
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After learning my flight was detained 4 hours, I heard the announcement: If anyone in the vicinity of gate 4-A understands any Arabic, Please come to the gate immediately. Well—one pauses these days. Gate 4-A was my own gate. I went there. An older woman in full traditional Palestinian dress, Just like my grandma wore, was crumpled to the floor, wailing loudly. Help, said the flight service person. Talk to her. What is her Problem? we told her the flight was going to be four hours late and she Did this. I put my arm around her and spoke to her haltingly. Shu dow-a, shu- biduck habibti, stani stani schway, min fadlick, Sho bit se-wee? The minute she heard any words she knew—however poorly used— She stopped crying. She thought our flight had been canceled entirely. She needed to be in El Paso for some major medical treatment the Following day. I said no, no, we’re fine, you’ll get there, just late, Who is picking you up? Let’s call him and tell him. We called her son and I spoke with him in English. I told him I would stay with his mother till we got on the plane and Would ride next to her—Southwest. She talked to him. Then we called her other sons just for the fun of it. Then we called my dad and he and she spoke for a while in Arabic and Found out of course they had ten shared friends. Then I thought just for the heck of it why not call some Palestinian Poets I know and let them chat with her. This all took up about 2 hours. She was laughing a lot by then. Telling about her life. Answering Questions. She had pulled a sack of homemade mamool cookies—little powdered Sugar crumbly mounds stuffed with dates and nuts—out of her bag— And was offering them to all the women at the gate. To my amazement, not a single woman declined one. It was like a Sacrament. The traveler from Argentina, the traveler from California, The lovely woman from Laredo—we were all covered with the same Powdered sugar. And smiling. There are no better cookies. And then the airline broke out the free beverages from huge coolers— Non-alcoholic—and the two little girls for our flight, one African American, one Mexican American—ran around serving us all apple juice And lemonade and they were covered with powdered sugar too. And I noticed my new best friend—by now we were holding hands— Had a potted plant poking out of her bag, some medicinal thing, With green furry leaves. Such an old country traveling tradition. Always Carry a plant. Always stay rooted to somewhere. And I looked around that gate of late and weary ones and thought, This is the world I want to live in. The shared world. Not a single person in this gate—once the crying of confusion stopped —has seemed apprehensive about any other person. They took the cookies. I wanted to hug all those other women too. This can still happen anywhere. Not everything is lost.
Naomi Shihab Nye (b. 1952), “Wandering Around an Albuquerque Airport Terminal.” I think this poem may be making the rounds, this week, but that’s as it should be. (via oliviacirce)
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Late but DONE #manuscript