An Umbrella Dart Gun. Made and used in real life, and not by The Penguin.
Fieldwork is like sex: It is often messy. It can be awkward, especially at first. It requires some flexibility. It is at best spontaneous and, no matter what one’s proposal may say, simply cannot be planned. Like sex, even bad sex, fieldwork is always productive: it produces sensations, emotions, intimate knowledge of oneself and others.
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Patty Kelly, “Awkward Intimacies: Prostitution, Politics and Fieldwork in Urban Mexico” (Looking forward to that dissertation…) Archaeologists do it in the dirt! (via dead-men-talking) |
An Irishman looking through a bullet-riddled window pane during the Irish Civil War. Dublin, 1922. Photo by Walter Doughty.
If Earth Had Rings
First off, they would be really pretty to look at. They would also dominate the sky in both night and day at exactly the same place as they would never rise nor set. And at night you would see the Earth’s shadow swing across the rings, like in the 4th photo here.
However, life would be very different on Earth if this were the case. Nocturnal animals would have a hard time being nocturnal, as the light reflecting from the rings would illuminate the night.
Because we are closer to the Sun than Saturn is, the rings would be more rocky than ice, making them less bright but still pretty bright. In fact, you would see far less stars at night (living anywhere other than the equator or the arctic circle) because of the light pollution and not to mention ruin most meteor showers because of that.
During the day the rings would block sunlight in certain regions of the planet creating wild weather cycles and effecting plant life as well. So basically, they would be definitely pretty to look at but they would also make a whole lot of things screwy.
Illustrations by Ron Miller // io9
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“I’ll never forget the day Marilyn and I were walking around New York City, just having a stroll on a nice day. She loved New York because no one bothered her there like they did in Hollywood, she could put on her plain-jane clothes and no one would notice her. She loved that. So as we we’re walking down Broadway, she turns to me and says ‘Do you want to see me become her?’ I didn’t know what she meant but I just said ‘Yes’- and then I saw it. I don’t know how to explain what she did because it was so very subtle, but she turned something on within herself that was almost like magic. And suddenly cars were slowing and people were turning their heads and stopping to stare. They were recognizing that this was Marilyn Monroe as if she pulled off a mask or something, even though a second ago nobody noticed her. I had never seen anything like it before.” - Amy Greene, wife of Marilyn’s personal photographer Milton Greene
‘Do you want to see me become her?’
Henry Ossawa Tanner: Study for Androcles (1885-1886)
As I was scrolling past this my immediate first thought was: OMG THAT’S A PAINTING OF GRAHAM CHAPMAN PLAYING AS MR. LUXURY YAHT PRONOUNCED THROAT WOBBLER MANGROVE!
Then it wasn’t.
…I’m not the only one who thought that?
Thank God.
Wearing a hijab isn’t inherently liberating – but neither is baring one’s breasts. What is liberating is being able to choose either of these things. It’s pretty ludicrous to think that oppression is somehow proportional to how covered or uncovered someone’s body is. Both sides of this argument present a shallow understanding of women’s empowerment, which only drowns out the substantive challenges facing all women – issues that cannot be encapsulated in a debate about a piece of fabric.
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Sara Yasin, Is the Hijab Worth Fighting Over?(via rcabbasi) |
Here it is!
Now that the Macro & Micro show is basically upon us (opening THIS FRIDAY!) I am now willing + able to share the full image in all its battling glory.
So I’m part of the “everything else” category and as such had pretty much free reign over content (avoiding plant, animal, or mineral). I opted to go micro and offer what I’m sure is an entirely accurate depiction of white blood cells fending off a bacteriophage.
Right? White blood cells are tiny space folk with laser hands?
And if you’re so inclined there are prints available at the LGAL shop!
This, I like.
A Glasgow nightclub has installed a two-way mirror which allows male revellers in private booths to spy on unsuspecting women as they visit the toilet! With no notification or signage anywhere in the venue many female club goers have been left feeling embarrassed and used. Although they do briefly show the mirrors in a promo video, the club has been quickly deleting comments and posts on their social media from club goers trying to alert others to the situation. This is pretty much illegal and hugley violates privacy. Thank you The Shimmy Club for giving us a shiny, new, creative and cool take on objectification.
article herei’m never leaving my house again, this world is just too fucked up.
WHAT!?
gross gross gross gross gross
Good morning disgusting.
Remember ladies:
- “No space, leave the place” (fingernail test)
- A two way mirror must be set INTO the wall, not placed on top of it.
- If you rap/knock against the mirror, one installed onto a wall (a normal mirror) will make a dull sound, because there’s something behind it. A two-way will have more reverberation.
- Use the flashlight on your phone to shine on the mirror, if it’s a two-way, you’ll be able to see into the other room.
- You can also shield your eyes and see in if you lean up against the glass.
- The room being viewed will have to be brightly lit (10x brighter than the room looking in), so if you’re in a typical dimly lit club bathroom, you’re ok.
I’d make some comment about this being why we can’t have nice things…
But it might sound like I’m referring to the two way mirror…which, as it applies to Law and Order/Jerry Orbach/Sam Waterston, I am. Outside of those contexts…it’s kind of creepy by nature…
because it’s designed to aid in surveillance in which the watched is unaware (at least in theory) that they are in fact “the watched” and not just someone doing whatever they were doing…
Whether in a bathroom or juggling salmon (which could be done in a bathroom, granted, but it’d have to be a place with nice, high ceilings unless you wanted to make some poor janitor clean splattered sockeye off of them)…being observed without knowing you are being observed is creepy and raises those hairs on the back of your neck placed there for just such situations, as well as raising hackles, also an appropriate response, if you desire your hackles raised in disgust/fury.
So, instead of saying anything of that sort, I’m just going to say this is disgusting as all hell and a disgrace to air-breathing life forms everywhere.
Dear Owners and Patrons of the Shimmy Club:
Please return to the shit-breathing planet from whence you came.
