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  • malcolm-twrkd-with-ida-4-justice:

    micdotcom:

    Kamilah Brock spent 8 days in a NY mental health facility because she owned a BMW 

    Kamilah Brock, a former New York banker, has filled a suit against the city after she was detained for eight days in a mental health facility against her will. Brock says she was committed after trying to pick up her BMW, which skeptical police did not believe she owned. To add insult to injury, Brock was then charged a hefty sum by the hospital.

    What. The. Fuck.

    Real talk, racist, and racist systems were not prepared for the advent of social media.

  • Ownership

    shadesofmauve:

    When I was 9, I came home from school and told my parents that I wanted to play the violin – and I needed one by Friday.

    I had no idea what a problem that was to dump in my parents’ lap – I didn’t know how much violins cost (neither did they) and I didn’t know how broke they were (it was just normal for me).

    My parents never considered not getting me an instrument. They talked – apparently at length – about money, went to the local violin store, almost walked out again because it looked so fancy, and then when the owner approached them shyly explained that they couldn’t afford to rent and they had two hundred dollars, and they’d understand if he couldn’t help them.

    Carl, lovely man that he is, said he’d make something work, and sold them a half-size violin for $200. I came home from school Thursday, my parents sent me to the garage to get something, and there on the workbench was my new violin.

    But that’s not the important part of the story.

    The important part of the story is that he told them they had to bring me and the violin back, the next week.

    And I went back, and he taught me about how to take care of my instrument, and he taught me why I had to take care of it:

    “This violin is not yours. It’s yours to take care of, for all the little girls who might play it later. This violin might live longer than you.”

    And that is still how I think about instruments, and – more relevant to the broader world – it’s also how I think about land.

    I own (well, the bank and I) my house, and the .18 acre it sits on. I ‘own’ it, but it is not mine to do with as I please; it’s mine to take care of. For the humans next door and the humans later, but also for the birds and the bees and the plants and the land itself. It’s not mine. It’s my responsibility.

    This.

  • micdotcom:

    This woman was detained and told to leave the airport for being trans 

    Shadi Petosky just wanted out of Orlando, Florida. On Monday night, Petosky, a 35-year-old transgender woman, attempted to board a flight at Orlando’s International Airport when she was detained by the TSA. The reason? An “anomaly” — her genitals. The TSA does have a policy for treating trans fliers, but there’s just one problem with it.

  • modelcitizenthespian:

    Happy Birthday, Tatiana Maslany!

  • Well, that was one heck of a day.

    I started off this morning with deep angst. That ‘Oh god we made the wrong decision’ angst. What if… what if that offer yesterday was the only offer we were going to get? What if no one else would want our quirky and interesting house. What if they’d all be scared of the reclaimed wood deck, the bare brick, the fireplace in the kitchen?

    My brain was a weeny bit stressed.

    I watched Leverage and tried to wind down a little. Showered. Got myself ready for the day’s errands. See, today was new glasses day, but before I headed to the optician I’d scheduled a trip to the tip to dispose of something.

    On Monday, that is, yesterday, we peered out of the front of our house to discover a first. Our normally very nice and tidy street had been the site of some dumping. A wheel, sporting a nearly bare tyre sat, looking god-awful on the pavement opposite our house. We grumbled about it and debated taking it to the tip, or disposing of it by some means or other… Perhaps it could be hodged into the bin. Although then there was guilt about land-filling something at least slightly recyclable.

    Then we got a call; could they show the house again. So having tidied, and as we headed out the door, I hurled the wheel-and-tyre into the back of the Prius. Today then, I planned to take it to the tip (metal recycling, ra. The tyre, lord knows what’ll happen to it, but it’s better’n just land-fill for the whole thing). But as I was preparing to head out the door, the phone rang.

    …the estate agents had a better offer. From the couple that saw it yesterday. The relief was immense (albeit now replaced by a new bit of stress. I’ve got a queue of stressful things and it seems when each one is felled the next hops in its place). We have, obviously, accepted. Then I did all the ansy getting quotes and arranging a solicitor… the sort of thing that one should probably do before you put your house on the market. Of course, in England a house isn’t sold until you’ve handed over the keys, really. So anything could go wrong in the next six or so weeks, and that’d be a massive nightmare-headache. Or we could not get a visa and that will cause everyone else a massive headache (and us). But at the moment, it’s looking optimistic. So, that stuff all in-progress, then I headed out to the tip.

    Tip done, thankfully without incident (I was a bit worried they’d be upset at me turning up with a van wheel), I headed to Staples, where the day continued to randomly improve. I was there to copy stuff for the visa appointment, and thought while I was there I’d get some labels for our boxes. These are not contents labels, but instead ‘If undelivered, please contact:’ labels. I hear worrying things about boxes going walkies, and although that’s mainly related to shared containers, I’d rather play safe.

    In Staples I stared at the piles and piles of laser-printable stickers and cursed the fact they were all £17 and then noticed, in the corner, red ones that were, curiously, only £6. I looked around wondering if there were others hiding in the range, but no, that size and style was £6 and that was it. I triple checked the part number and description. It was definitely the case. Took it to the till, and up it came £16.99. Staples did their job properly though, the guy checked the shelf-edge label, then removed it. Brought it to the till and charged me only £6. I should’ve bought a big stack of ’em…

    …and then I got my new glasses. Normally getting glasses is a moderately agonising event for me, my eyes painful and complaining for the entire day after I get them. Today though, they’ve been pretty much pain free. I’ve got a bit of discomfort but that’s probably because, for the first time ever the glasses are correcting my Strabismus (or squint). I never knew I had one, and it’s pretty subtle. In fact, up until now my eyes have managed to correct themselves, but I’d noticed a weird thing when I got very tired, which was that it felt like I was looking at one of those green/blue stereo images without the 3D glasses on.

    If I concentrated, everything would snap back, unless I got really, really tired (only happened once at work). But if I didn’t then I’d struggle to read, write… it only really seemed to happen to close up stuff. Whilst at the optician I described this for the n’th sight-test running. And then suddenly twigged. Despite not being two properly separate images, it actually was a degree of double vision. He checked, and lo, yes, I have strabismus. A tiny amount, enough that my muscles when not tired were able to correct it, but clearly as I get tired (or older, or both) they’re not able to.

    So my new glasses are exactly the same prescription, but with a slight prism. And so hopefully, that problem will be solved. Of course, being that the lenses aren’t scratched and dirty, and that they’re shiny new, I do feel like I have superhuman vision… so if you need anything seen at great distance today’s the day…

    …and that’s my update. Thank you to everyone who crossed everything, it seems to have worked… Which means that in 6 weeks or so, we could be moving.

  • Homophobic attitudes linked to psychological problems

    Homophobic attitudes linked to psychological problems

    Well, that’s totally surprising. I mean, I’m totally surprised. Totally. Didn’t expect that at all. No, not at all. No.

  • alicetheowl:

    montereybayaquarium:

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    It’s Plover Appreciation Day! Get ready to appreciate some plovers.

    This is a snowy plover:

    These fragile shorebirds once numbered in the thousands along the U.S. Pacific coast. After decades of losing their sandy beach habitat, only about 2,500 plovers are left breeding along that same coastline today. 

    This is a snowy plover nest:

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    Snowy plovers make their nests in shallow dips in the sand, sometimes even human footprints.

    If people or animals
    approach, the adult plover will flee and may not return for hours,
    leaving its eggs to be crushed, overheated in the sun or eaten by a sharp-eyed
    predator.

    Here’s how we’re helping:

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    Rescuers often bring distressed plovers and abandoned eggs to the Monterey Bay Aquarium—one of the main shorebird rehabilitation sites in northern California. We treat sick and injured birds and transfer eggs to an incubator. If all goes well, an egg will hatch about 35 days after it’s laid.

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    Once chicks hatch, we get to work preparing them for eventual release into the wild. In order to be released, chicks must:

    • Know how to fly
    • Know how to find food on their own
    • Be appropriately wary of humans
    • Weigh at least 30 grams
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    Since launching our snowy plover program in 2000, we’ve successfully released 134 plovers back into the wild, including 84 from rescued eggs.

    Here’s how you can help:

    Avoid inadvertently driving adult plovers from their nests. Keep your dog on a leash on beaches during snowy plover breeding season and stay out of areas that have been blocked off as bird nesting sites.

    In addition to being adorable fluffballs, snowy plovers are an important part of the shoreline ecosystem. Thank you for helping us protect them!

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    Learn more about Plover Appreciation Day.

    Over on the East Coast, it’s piping plovers, and they’re in a similar predicament. Beaches are regularly closed off during breeding season, much to the grumbling of locals. I don’t know if there’s a similar program on this side of the US.

  • why people in the united states should care about the upcoming canadian election

    thatlittlewallflower:

    dalishpariah:

     america’s election isn’t until november 2016, but tumblr is already blowing up about it. i agree that it’s absolutely important, but no one seems to care that canada’s federal election is this october. tumblr is extremely united states-centric, but canadian politics affect americans too. 

    issues not directly related to the united states, but still extremely important:

    • our current prime minister, stephen harper (leader of the conservative party of canada) has been in power for 9 years. while in america, a president is limited to only run for two terms, a prime minister in canada can remain in power for as long as he/she continues to be elected. 
  • canada has formally withdrawn from the kyoto protocol
  • the gender pay gap in canada is twice the global average
  • please feel free to add relevant sourced topics.  

    Please, Canadians, PLEASE VOTE HARPER OUT!!!!

    The Harper government have destroyed Canada’s ability to learn as a state. They’ve removed the capacity to collect data on what is happening in the country and disposed of existing backs of statistical data so you can’t see or understand the long term effects of their policies. http://www.macleans.ca/news/canada/vanishing-canada-why-were-all-losers-in-ottawas-war-on-data/

  • liartownusa:

    America’s Gayest Freeways

  • Free hot meals for all infant pupils expected to be scrapped under budget cuts

    Free hot meals for all infant pupils expected to be scrapped under budget cuts

    clockworkcanary:

    fissionforcompliments:

    Just a reminder that this is still going on in the background while everybody is hopping around gleefully about the pig.  One almost has to wonder if it’s convenient to have something merely embarrassing in the headlines, rather than something so outright evil.

    For USA folk, infants in this context refers to kids between the ages of four and seven.