Happy Sunday to me!
Oooh, shiny.
Day: July 10, 2016
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This white woman’s shocking account of police brutality reveals the importance of the #BlackLivesMatter movement
Molly Suzanna shared a story on Facebook that she had never told before: when she was 19, she ran a red light while crying, then was pulled over and forcefully removed and beaten by a police officer. She explains in the letter that she believes her situation would have been even worse had she been black — and she ends the letter with an important call to action.
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malcolm-twrkd-with-ida-4-justice:
Who made this!?
Where can i GET THIS SHIRT
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technology related sensory memories from my childhood
- sliding the metal cover on floppy disks
- the slight resistance of inserting cassette and video tapes
- ripping off the strips of holed paper off of dot matrix printer paper
- rolling the wheel on a disposable camera to take another photo
The heaviness and rubber texture of the roller ball in a computer mouse, and the little ring of lint
Unkinking the curly cord of a telephone while you talked
The -peww sound and slowly fading image of a crt monitor turning off, and then running your finger through the static on the dusty glass
The crunch of opening or closing a plastic Disney vhs cover
The sound effects in kidpix
Extending and collapsing metal antennas and using them as magic wands
Manually rewinding cassette tapes by spinning them around my fingers
Playing with the rubber casing of the buttons on a Walkman–pulling them away, rotating them, slipping them from side to side on the stiff posts of the buttons
The audio and visual static at the end of a videotape
The satisfying thwap-thwap-thwap as you page through a well-filled CD sleeve book
How weird and small and light the first cordless phone felt
Having to set the cartridge just right to get a game to work
The mechanical whirr and click-clunk of the top-loader VHS player.
The noisy handshake of the 24.000 baud modem, the noise on the phone line if someone picked it up while connected.
The muffled groan of the roof aerial re-aligning itself after you set the channel dial. Having two knobs on the big TV, one with UHF. The warm, dry staticy feeling of the old tube.
The subtle thunk of seating ROMs in their socket.
The cercklunk of switching channels on the 4 button mechanically tuned TV set when it drifted out of tune – one click off the station and one back… Usually at the denouement of a film or show…
The crackles of programs on cassette loading with the tedious several minutes of screech while it loaded the pre-game picture… Which it would then instantly, and irritatingly, blank so it had enough memory to load the game.
Peeling sticky little write protect labels off and carefully positioning them on the side of disk.
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Plants like this exist. #medicagoscutellata (at South West Philadelphia)
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My son, who is 4, and I were walking along the street today and saw a man with his left leg amputated beneath the knee. My son spun around and looked at him, then said to me, “That man lost his leg! What happened?”
I said I didn’t know exactly, but sometimes people lost arms or legs through accidents or didn’t have them for other reasons.
My son instantly said, “Gobber (from How to Train Your Dragon) lost his arm AND his leg and now he has to use tools in their places!”
I kind of collected my jaw and said, “That’s right, and that man is just like Gobber. There’s a special word we use for those kinds of tools. It’s ‘prosthetics’.”
“Prosthetics,” said my son, with satisfaction, and on we went without any further discussion about it.
But then we got on the bus, and there was a young black woman with her hair pulled back in a big floofy afro ponytail, and my son, who has seen the trailers for the new Annie movie, said, in delight, “She has hair like Annie’s!”
Representation matters.
Reblogging because, yes it does. And because this post is a great example of why representation matters not only to the people seeing themselves represented in movies books etc. but also for everyone else.
