Sneaky Punte Walrus
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Anon commenter - Salon.com (via libblykat)
S/He acts like choices weren’t confusing before ready access to any conceivable niche idea. Growing up has always been hard; the deconstruction of a nominal “mainstream” won’t change the aggregate level of challenge. It reconfigures the pressure to conform to or assume an identity into new and competing ways, but without lessening the nature of that pressure.
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Scroll all the way down for Tiffany’s reality check.
Under Arizona’s H.B. 2036, the state would recognize the start of the unborn child’s life to be the first day of its mother’s last menstrual period. The legislation is being proposed so that lawmakers can outlaw abortions on fetuses past the age of 20-weeks, but the verbiage its authors use to construct a time cycle for the baby would mean that the start of the child’s life could very well occur up to two weeks before the mother and father even ponder procreating.
On page eight of the proposed amendment to H.B. 2036, lawmakers lay out the “gestational age” of the child to be “calculated from the first day of the last menstrual period of the pregnant woman,” and from there, outlaws abortion “if the probable gestational age of [the] unborn child has been determined to be at least twenty weeks.”
No, this isn’t a belated April Fools’ joke or an example of Poe’s Law; Mother Jones carried the story on 29 March.
If the GOP is waging a war on women, it’s also waging a war on reality.
I just can’t.
Dear Arizona,
1. STOP MAKING ME HATE YOU SO HARD SERIOUSLY DID YOU FIND MY DIARY AND MAKE A LIST OF WAYS TO PISS ME OFF?
2. What the fuck this isn’t science.
3. Where do you get scientists to endorse this shit? How much do you have to pay them?
It’s not that they got scientists to sign off on this. It’s that they simply decided to write definitions into the law that have absolutely no bearing on reality. It’s as though Ohio’s legislature simply wrote a law that defined legal death as occurring two weeks before braindeath.
Um, guys? OB/GYNs have been calculating gestational age from the date of the woman’s last period FOR YEARS. This is long-standing, accepted medical practice. [Link to NIH] Ever notice that 40 weeks is more like 10 months than 9? Those first two weeks, you’re not actually pregnant yet, and that third week is pre-implantation.
Why? Because ovulation, fertilization, and implantation are all more or less invisible and tricky to pin down, but the date of the last menstrual period is easy to track. So they count from that date and add some extra time on what’s considered a “normal” pregnancy.
What this law DOES to is remove the doctor’s wiggle room in how they’re counting it (or, more precisely, encourages the woman to report the date of her last period as somewhat later than it might actually have been). It’s a ridiculous law, and worthy of your scorn simply for the way it inserts a bunch of old dudes between a woman and her doctor, but it’s not as imaginary as MJ is making it seem.
La vie en rose.
Excellent trumpet bit.
*Ella Fitzgerald and Louis Armstrong
love it! what a pair!
The national zoo doesn’t know this (yet), but I’ma steal the red pandas and breed a host of cuddly pets.
(Source: animal-space, via juliasegal)
If you guys like Ratatat, you should check out El Ten Eleven.
“It isn’t necessary to imagine the world ending in fire or ice— there are two other possibilities: one is paperwork, and the other is nostalgia. When you compute the length of time between THE EVENT and THE NOSTALGIA FOR THE EVENT, the span seems to be about a year less in each cycle. Eventually within the next quarter of a century, the nostalgia cycles will be so close together that people will not be able to take a step without being nostalgic for the one they just took. At that point, everything stops. Death by Nostalgia.”
—Frank Zappa, The Real Frank Zappa Book
368. You can’t go around building a better world for people. Only people can build a better world for people. Otherwise it’s just a cage.
INTERVIEWER: Let’s talk about the women in your books.
VONNEGUT: There aren’t any. No real women, no love.
INTERVIEWER: Is this worth expounding upon?
VONNEGUT:
It’s a mechanical problem. So much of what happens in storytelling is mechanical, has to do with the technical problems of how to make a story work. Cowboy stories and policeman stories end in shoot-outs, for example, because shoot-outs are the most reliable mechanisms for making such stories end. There is nothing like death to say what is always such an artificial thing to say: “The end.” I try to keep deep love out of my stories because, once that particular subject comes up, it is almost impossible to talk about anything else. Readers don’t want to hear about anything else. They go gaga about love. If a lover in a story wins his true love, that’s the end of the tale, even if World War III is about to begin, and the sky is black with flying saucers.
INTERVIEWER: So you keep love out.
VONNEGUT:
I have other things I want to talk about. Ralph Ellison did the same thing in Invisible Man. If the hero in that magnificent book had found somebody worth loving, somebody who was crazy about him, that would have been the end of the story. Céline did the same thing in Journey to the End of Night: he excluded the possibility of true and final love—so that the story could go on and on and on.
INTERVIEWER: Not many writers talk about the mechanics of stories.
VONNEGUT:
I am such a barbarous technocrat that I believe they can be tinkered with like Model T Fords.
INTERVIEWER: To what end?
VONNEGUT: To give the reader pleasure.
INTERVIEWER: Will you ever write a love story, do you think?
VONNEGUT:
Maybe. I lead a loving life. I really do. Even when I’m leading that loving life, though, and it’s going so well, I sometimes find myself thinking, “My goodness, couldn’t we talk about something else for just a little while?”
“Is something wrong?” she said
Of course there is
“You’re still alive,” she said
Oh, and do I deserve to be?
Is that the question?
And if so…if so…who answers…who answers…?
I, oh, I’m still alive…
Some songs will stick with me, no matter how old I get. This is example 1-A.
— Kurt Vonnegut, Timequake (via vonnegutphile)
How To Archer Giveaway!
There are now 501 of you! It’s all very exciting…and so, we celebrate with a giveaway. I’ve never done one of these before, so bear with me.
The prize is this book How to Archer: The Ultimate Guide to Espionage and Style and Women and Also Cocktails Ever Written
Here is how it is going to work: You will reblog this post. That’s really it. Reblog this post, as many times as you’d like and I will pick a winner using a random number generator (random.org) to find the winner.
General rules:
1. You must be following this blog.
2. As far as I can tell, shipping internationally won’t be a problem. If it turns out that it is an issue, and the winner is not from the United States, I will figure something else out.
3. You have between now (about 9:42 am central standard time) and Monday February 20th, 2012 at 10 am central standard time to reblog this entry. After 10 am on 2/20/12 I will put the number of reblogs (NOT LIKES, REBLOGS ONLY) into random.org and then I will go through and see which reblog matches that number.
4. You should probably be 18+ years old. I can’t really confirm this…but I don’t want to be the jackass who sends an inappropriate book to some 12 year old. I don’t think I’d fare well in prison.
I think that’s it. Once the winner is picked, I will announce them here and send them a message. If they do not respond with their address within 24 hours, I will choose someone else.
If it looks like I fucked something up monumentally, please let me know in a message. Good luck!
(Note: I will reblog this throughout the week…obviously I will not be allowed to win, neither from my personal blog nor this blog. I know that should go without saying, but things rarely do…and I didn’t want to get yelled at by angry internet people)
How To Archer Giveaway!
There are now 501 of you! It’s all very exciting…and so, we celebrate with a giveaway. I’ve never done one of these before, so bear with me.
The prize is this book How to Archer: The Ultimate Guide to Espionage and Style and Women and Also Cocktails Ever Written
Here is how it is going to work: You will reblog this post. That’s really it. Reblog this post, as many times as you’d like and I will pick a winner using a random number generator (random.org) to find the winner.
General rules:
1. You must be following this blog.
2. As far as I can tell, shipping internationally won’t be a problem. If it turns out that it is an issue, and the winner is not from the United States, I will figure something else out.
3. You have between now (about 9:42 am central standard time) and Monday February 20th, 2012 at 10 am central standard time to reblog this entry. After 10 am on 2/20/12 I will put the number of reblogs (NOT LIKES, REBLOGS ONLY) into random.org and then I will go through and see which reblog matches that number.
4. You should probably be 18+ years old. I can’t really confirm this…but I don’t want to be the jackass who sends an inappropriate book to some 12 year old. I don’t think I’d fare well in prison.
I think that’s it. Once the winner is picked, I will announce them here and send them a message. If they do not respond with their address within 24 hours, I will choose someone else.
If it looks like I fucked something up monumentally, please let me know in a message. Good luck!
(Note: I will reblog this throughout the week…obviously I will not be allowed to win, neither from my personal blog nor this blog. I know that should go without saying, but things rarely do…and I didn’t want to get yelled at by angry internet people)
reblogging for the awesome Archer blog that is effyeaharcher and because everyone likes free stuff, right?
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