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fragilecapric0rnn · 1 year ago
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from a californian who has had a lot of fire season practice over the last few years, a word of advice to my friends on the East Coast dealing with fire smoke:
- make sure your windows are closed and secure and try not to be outside if you can help it
- (if you do have to be outside) wear a well fitted N-95 or KN-95 mask! it protects your lungs!
hoping the smoke passes soon for y’all ✨🫶🏽
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vilf-lover · 1 year ago
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redacted couples at halloween horror nights at universal
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shokobuns · 3 months ago
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i want to make more friends on here but im like scared my personality and sense of humor dont b fitting into tumblr spaces does dat make sense
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tyrianlynch · 2 years ago
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Ya I’m gonna start reading a 40k word fanfic at 1:30 am and I have work tomorrow but don’t worry I’m immortal and can’t die and also don’t need sleep so
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winemastery · 1 year ago
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Chronic Cellars Zinfandel Wine Review (Episode 394)
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ohsunnyboy · 2 months ago
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coherent waves | lee anton ˚₊‧⁺˖
people say the first touch of fate feels like a circuit being completed. so why does lee anton's soulmate seem to hate him?
TAGS: soulmate!au, college!au, gn!reader, cute and awkward engineering majors!anton and reader, confessions in the rain, kiss!
A/N: this boy bias wrecked me SO hard i paused writing a sungchan fic for this haha self-indulgent SCREAMiing as always (to clarify, his mark is on his left, our right)
WORDS: ~1700
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Everyone knows Lee Anton's face.
No matter what, everyone's got their campus crushes. The people they'd linger around a corner for in hope of seeing, those with soulmarks you wish would line up just perfectly with your own. Somewhere out there, someone's walking around with your first touch of fate around with them. It's for that reason everyone knows Anton as the campus crush.
It's impossible to miss the six feet of cuteness, the shoulders broad enough to span the Californian coast and the tan handprint branded across his left cheek. Lee Anton, the sweetest guy on campus whose soulmate was destined to slap him in the face once they met. Nothing in it spelt destiny for you, but it was definitely curiosity at first sight.
"Hey, are we okay? Just at group study…” And your brain sputters like a misfiring car. He’s right behind you, isn’t he?
You want to pretend you didn’t hear him over the bucketing rain – maybe even your thunderous heart. Without an umbrella, you’re screwed if you run down the library steps into the dark and you’d look insane to push past him back into the library. Damn.
Not once did you dare speak to him during the entire group study. Though the feeling of his curious eyes lingering on you alone lit you up like a fuse about to blow. No wonder he's asking you if you're okay. The entire time you acted like some tween with a stupid crush. Which you’re not. Clearly and obviously not. First year electrical engineering has enough problems to give you a migraine.
Something about being around him sets your brain off like a capacitor discharging. Everything firing off at once, without a thought of where to go.  
"No? Yes! Yes. Fuck – sorry. We’re fine." Is what you come up with.
And some boy can apparently render you stupid within two feet of him. Someone needs to remind you how you’re a candidate for the dean’s list again.
Your stilted answer and the ensuing silence cause the corner of Anton's lip to quirk into a grimace. "Ah – okay. Sorry, I'll see you Friday.” When he takes out his umbrella it nearly whacks you in the face before he starts to run down the steps, leaving not a glance behind him.
Ah, shit.
Stunned, you’re left with a) no umbrella and b) a burning sense of mortification about how badly that went. Before you know it, your feet are running you down the path he took. One problem at a time… c’mon fix this. "Hey! Hey wait up, please! Anton!"
Running in the pouring rain was something you never planned on doing tonight or any day of the week but for fixing whatever you’ve got with Anton – it seems worth it.
Whatever they used to say about stem majors being chronically unfit bookworms definitely applies to you, as your heart thuds in your skull and lungs start to give out. Somehow after months of trailing behind his broad back, you underestimated how quickly he can escape you. 
Finally, like a lighthouse in the night, his blue umbrella is radiant under the light of the bus stop. “Anton!”
Three months of dodging each other’s eyes and scampering out empty classrooms early, Anton’s eyes are at the edges of almost all your memories. You know his wide eyed look anywhere. But with as much grace of a new-born giraffe, you sidle next to him under his umbrella, unaware of the blush warming Anton’s face.
Thankfully there’s no one else about apart from him to watch you keel over for a solid minute to gather your breath. Internally you think you’re as bright red as the LEDs you use in the labs. That, and so soaked you’re sure you're waking up with a cold tomorrow. Though, it could be worse. It could be whatever happened earlier.
Caught again in his orbit, you feel it again. The charge crackling under your skin that makes you want to claw at it.
It’s a moment before anyone speaks, still too busy process what exactly is going on. Eventually you gain your bearings and look into his shifty eyes with resolution.
“Hey look – I’m super sorry about everything,” you blurt. “The entire thing with the study group and completely dodging you in class. I – well, it’s not on purpose but I don’t know why but it’s like I get caught in some interference feed within like a metre of you and I just can’t think straight. Everything just sort of fires off in an incoherent mess. I’m trying, I really do but for once, I just can’t explain it.” It pours out in what feels like one breath. You feel like you’re teetering on the spot, on the cusp of embarrassment or sheer confidence. At this point, it might just be both. “… Sorry if I made you uncomfortable about anything but you’re top of our year, so damn cool and collected all the time – I feel like my wires get mixed up.” 
There’s an ache in your neck from looking up to him and watching his reaction. Calm and collected as always. It must be the longest you’ve ever got to look him in the eyes properly. Until,
“Me too.”
Huh?
Anton pauses for a moment, worrying the inside of his cheek before admitting, “I… I really wished we could talk more but you’re always busy and I feel awkward butting in. You’re really intimidating in the group studies, you know? You know everything and get along with everyone so easily. I psyche myself out.”
As he talks, your cheeks warm in endearment and you shuffle closer while he’s distracted. The familiar scent of cherries that would haunt you around campus suddenly right under your nose.
“I mean, I thought you’d just be another person put off by this-“ he waves a self-conscious hand over his soulmark “-and being avoidant because of that. Though I guess I figured you didn’t care because you never lingered on it like… like everyone else.”
It comes to you all in pieces. Anton always ducking his head away, never looking anyone straight on, always pursing his lips and turning away whenever someone brought up soulmarks. Those rumours haunt him.
However, standing here you’ve never been more confident. You know your what your hand looks like.
Does he?
“I think it has a good story.” The look of disbelief he gives you is priceless but you push on. “I mean, mine’s just on my palm just like seventy percent of the population so it can be boring.” Under the light, you raise your hand to him, showing the contrasting darker skin on your right palm and the small shake of your fingers. Anton locks onto your mark with a laser focus that you’ve never seen before. “And besides… I think you know what your soulmark actually is.”
One step closer: you’re just a hairsbreadth away. So close you can feel is body heat through his hoodie and see your breath leaving goosebumps on the expanse of his exposed neck. In the reflection of his blown pupils you can almost see yourself.
He swallows, eyes never leaving your palm. "You know what everyone says about it." Anton chews at his lip, bitten raw from worry. It’s stupidly endearing whether he knows it or not. Instead of dropping it, you raise your hand, leaving it to rest on his shoulder in comfort. “That the only reason I get slapped is because I’m secretly an asshole?”
"You don't know that it’s a slap for sure.”
"Then what else could it be then.”
"Really, Anton?" you hum. He’s so tense under your hand you feel like he could shatter from where you touch him. His eyes dazed and lingering where your hand used to be "We’re both smarter than this.”
Under the streetlight, what he has is clear as day to you while you trace his mark with your eyes. The thumbprint that curls across his left cheekbone, to the fingertips that edge from his hairline to his jaw and even the light shadow that touches the corner of his lip – as if he’s pressing a kiss to the heel of their palm. "Whoever it is, they're holding you."
“…Whoever it is… ?” he murmurs.
Anton’s unwavering gaze finally bores into you. Two interstellar blackholes swallowing you up and bearing down. An infinite number of thoughts or none at all. All behind those eyes, calculating and calibrating. You wonder where he is in that brilliant mind of his.
“Do it.”
You’re so careful.
You don’t know what you’d do with yourself if you hurt him. Maybe this doesn’t work out? What if you’re just another person in the crowd watching and waiting for someone else. You knew from the moment you started high school, life was a bunch of problems that you had to solve. The sheer existence of uncertainty guarantees nothing in any aspect of your life. What is guaranteed already, what are the variables, what are you working with. Whatever this is – it’ll be another problem but not one you get to calculate – it's one you need to guess.
His skin is too warm, and your hand is too cold. Nothing sparks but something is complete in your heart.
It fades. The marks – yours, his, all of it. It recedes back as if it never existed.
"I told you so."   
The clatter of the umbrella is your only warning before his hands cup your face and he kisses you. He kisses you in earnest, softer than you'd expect and warm enough to make your knees weak. With a deceptive strength, Anton presses you back against a railing, and your arms loop around his neck, hands burying in his hair. Hidden muscles you used to wonder about, tense where you touch him.
Eyes closed to the rain, foreheads knocked together and not a care in the world. You’re pulled into him like air. Both of you are trembling with relief. Like coherent waves, you come together in sync and everything you feel is amplified between you two. It’s then you know exactly what was racing in his mind.
Smiling into your neck, Anton sighs. "I'm yours." His voice lower and a little bit breathier. It makes your heart skip a beat, and your mouth turns up at the corners.
All across your veins it’s like a current is pushing through your skin. Anton and you, a circuit complete.
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blehh i'm rusty but i'm starting uni as a mechEng student soonish so wish me luck 🫡 a reblog or a like always helps to encourage more thank you! ⭒ masterlist
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mostlysignssomeportents · 1 year ago
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Why are so many Californians homeless?
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12% of Americans live in California — but 30% of homeless Americans, and 50% of unsheltered Americans, call California “home.” This is the source of endless schadenfreude from “red state” partisans, and is often waved as proof of the failure of liberal policies. But the real story is both more complicated — and simpler.
UCSF’s Benioff Homelessness and Housing Initiative’s “California Statewide Study of People Experiencing Homelessness” is the largest, best study of homelessness in California in some 30 years:
https://homelessness.ucsf.edu/our-impact/our-studies/california-statewide-study-people-experiencing-homelessness
Between Oct 2021 and Nov 2022, researchers surveyed a representative sample of 3,198 people, and conducted in-depth interviews with 365 more. They concluded that, contrary to popular folk-stories about “homeless migration” by out-of-staters seeking an easy life on California’s streets, “people experiencing homelessness in California are Californian.” Nine tenths of respondents were already living in California when they lost their housing.
It’s also not true that homeless people move to LA or San Francisco from out of town: three quarters of participants live in the same county they were living in when they lost their homes.
So California’s unsheltered and homeless people are Californians. They’re our neighbors. They are disproportionately racialized — 26% are Black, 12% are First Nations, and 35% are Latino. They are older: their median age is 47. They’ve been homeless for a long, long time: the median duration of homelessness is 22 months, and 36% of respondents were “chronically homeless.”
They are survivors of violence: 72% of them have experienced violent assaults in their lives; 24% have experienced sexual violence (that number goes up to 43% for cis women, and 74% for trans and nonbinary people).
They’re sick. 60% have a chronic illness. More than a third have some health condition that limits their daily living. 22% have a mobility limitation.
They’re also pregnant. A quarter of the participants who were assigned female at birth had been pregnant during their current episode of homelessness.
66% are experiencing mental illness. 48% have serious depression, 51% have anxiety, 37% have trouble concentrating, and 12% experience hallucinations.
Only 9% have received any mental health counseling.
They take drugs — but at fairly low levels. 31% take meth regularly. 11% take opioids. 16% binge drink.
They are in trouble with the law and also at risk of being victims of criminal violence. A third have been to jail at least once during their current homeless episode. 38% have been assaulted while homeless (10% of homeless people surveyed experienced sexual violence).
So how did they end up homeless? It’s depressingly easy.
It starts with getting evicted. For leaseholders in the survey, the median amount of notice they had that they would lose their homes is ten days. For non-leaseholders, the median amount of notice was less than one day.
Homeless people are poor before they become homeless. Many people’s last home was a “non-leaseholder” arrangement — they were people who lost their rented homes and moved in with family or friends. For these people, the median wage in the six months before they lost their homes was $950/month. While 43% of non-leaseholders weren’t paying any rent, the remainder were paying a median rent of $450/month. Non-leaseholders have no legal rights, and often lived in “substandard and overcrowded conditions.”
For leaseholders, the median monthly income before losing their homes was $1400/month — but their median rent was $700/month.
When a leaseholder loses their home, the cause is usually economic — they can’t afford the rent. When a non-leaseholder loses their home, the cause is usually social — a conflict within the home or “not wanting to impose.”
People about to lose their homes turn to family and friends for help, but not for-profit or government agencies devoted to helping people in their situation. 70% of survey respondents believed they could have avoided homeless with a one-time cash payment of $5,000-$10,000. 90% say a Housing Choice Voucher would have kept them from becoming homeless.
20% of people who become homeless say it was because they lost some or all of their income — often because their car broke down or got towed and they could no longer get to work. Once homeless, most survey respondents seek work — but are unable to find it, due to age, lack of transportation, disability and lack of housing.
What can we do about this? 90% of respondents say the biggest barrier to finding a home is housing costs. Half say their bad credit makes it even harder to find a rental, while a third say their criminal records also get in the way. Half also say that all the affordable housing is unsafe, or too far from their communities or care providers.
The authors have a suite of policy recommendations. For starters, we can increase homelessness prevention by giving financial support and legal aid to people facing eviction. These can be offered at “service settings” like domestic violence services, and at “institutional exits” from jail and prison. We can also make it harder to evict people.
We can expand “low barrier” access to mental heath and addiction care. We can offer training and transportation support to people in precarious economic situations, as well as help in navigating the process to get benefits.
We can offer more services to people in unsheltered settings, and embrace a racial equity approach that recognizes the racialized nature of homelessness.
And finally: we can increase the availability of housing vouchers, and the stock of affordable housing.
This last one is long overdue. America treats housing as an asset rather than a human right, creating a world of haves and have-nots. The haves are dedicated to increasing the value of their assets by restricting the supply, and by reducing the protections offered to tenants (the more a landlord can extract from tenants, the more all houses are worth, because every time one goes up for sale the bidding includes landlords who are factoring in their ability to milk flush tenants and evict broke ones):
https://gen.medium.com/the-rents-too-damned-high-520f958d5ec5
In California, the meager supply of low-income housing has been gobbled up by Airbnb, and also by unscrupulous landlords who illegally convert their low-income housing into boutique hotels, with no fear of punishment from toothless, gutless enforcers:
https://www.propublica.org/article/how-la-failed-stop-landlords-turning-low-cost-housing-hotels
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If you'd like an essay-formatted version of this thread to read or share, here's a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:
https://pluralistic.net/2023/07/12/because-its-too-expensive/#rents-too-damned-high
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[Image ID: A homeless person's tent under a freeway underpass. From it emerges the bear from the California state flag.]
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Image: Wonderlane (modified) https://www.flickr.com/photos/71401718@N00/34328251571
CC BY 2.0 https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0/
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pun-demon · 1 month ago
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I think what scares me about relationships sometimes is the notion that, as a disabled person in need of SERIOUS help, it means the most anyone gets out of a relationship with me is...the fact I exist? Like people act like just knowing me makes this a fair transaction. Even if you want to argue that, clearly, that is the point, how do I safeguard that and continue to make people happy?
Chronic illness is exhausting, frustrating, isolating...and terrifying. I'm terrified by how little control I have over my own life, and sometimes it means knowing me is ugly. From the tooth decay to the pain-induced irritability, it's ugly. Is even that level of existence enough, and all people want is for me to save them a seat?
Even as I type this, I can't remember if I've already posted it before! And I'm to believe this is what people want??
I don't expect answers (although it would be cool...I love heartfelt introspective discussion but I worry my loved ones just think I yap and think too much). I once asked my uncle, a jovial Californian who worked as a performer for kids parties, who I would be when I degraded as far as possible - and his instant, firm reply was "Loved". And I never forgot that. Maybe he was right and that's all there is to it.
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itsbansheebitch · 7 months ago
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I get both sides, but I feel a little confused they couldn't find four people in their +25 employees
Data analyst (Are you seriously telling me you couldn't personally email or even just HIRE matpat's team who do data analytics as part of Theorist Media to help??? The man would be overjoyed to help???)
Editor (Put the first $6 towards a can of coffee grounds, dude)
PR Team (Even, like, a single person, please, for the love of god)
Business Major (Or literally anyone that has taken a home ec/budgeting/personal finance class)
First, the Dish Granted series was started when gold leaf burgers were novel, now it's seen as tone deaf (for obvious reasons) it should have shifted to something like interviews with people who make that kind of food or local businesses (like parmesan cheese shops in Parma, Italy) or the history of food (like talking about the history of modern Native American slavery on Californian wine vinyards). Not to mention the untapped potential of Food Fraud topics. Either shift it, or scrap it. Any data analyst or chronically online person could tell you that.
Second, why did you keep "anyone can afford $6 a month" in? Are the editors asleep at the wheel? Are they overworked? What is going on? You know damn well to not make generalizations about what people can afford. That's NEVER a good idea, especially when you KNOW (because YT gives you analytics) that most of your viewers are young (16/18-30/35 range, I'd guess) who probably, either 1, are still in school and either arent paid well/dont have jobs OR 2, arent paid well and tired of people's shit, like people who own businesses talking about "tough financial decisions." To them, Watcher isn't going to look different from the other people talking like that, because this was so sudden, with no input from fans, and in the video you hear shit like "anyone can afford [X]." To be frank, it wouldn't really matter what the amount is, because that generalization goes against the message they have stood by for years. THAT is a slap in the face.
Third, what are yall doing with the budgeting? Every artist has a right to make art that they are proud of. Every artist deserves to have their work seen if they so choose. Every artist deserves to make a living. HOWEVER, there are MANY options online when it comes to making money, especially on YT. You could get into marketing, data analysis, expanding your demographic, looking at what people are interested in right now VS what will stand the test of time (not gold leaf burgers), etc.
You have to either have these skills, develop these skills, or hire someone to do it for you. It's understandable that you would want a team behind the production, but I find +25 employees to be WAY too many people, especially in LA. Bailey Sarian has a Dark History section on her YT (and Spotify podcast) where she has hired historians to help make sure her episodes are as accurate as possible. You've caught heat before from Puppet History's missing & incorrect info, you should do the same. She has about three (3) "intermissions" per episode for ad breaks. I never see anyone complain. People WOULD listen to yall talk for that long (+1 hour videos), tbh, though that's not necessary.
Why are yall out here with Teslas, expensive food, new gear, scripts (where there weren't scripts before, PH is different, that makes sense), and "better than TV" level sets??? I need to put your accountant in this week's church prayer list what the actual hell??? Ya'll, this video is literally the meme:
Guys help me budget:
LA Rent: 2K per month
Videos: 100K per vid
+25 Employees: God only knows
New stuff for videos: Don't get me started
Like, are you serious?
You have a right to do whatever you want with your art. You have a right to charge whatever you'd like for that art. You have a right to make a living from your art and you have a right to ask your fans for money.
Your fans have a right to be angry when they've been supporting yall for, what, almost 10 years? They have a right to choose when and where to spend their money even when you've made an impact. They have a right to feel betrayed, especially when there are better options (like Nebula or consulting with Theorist Media).
Fans DO NOT have a right to be racist to any members of Watcher, now that they have made a decision they do not agree with.
I personally, think this is a really silly decision and could have been solved (haha solved) with a simple YT poll, but apparently we had to get... this. I respect their decision, I just don't think it was a smart one. I wish them the best, and I hope they find a better solution. Any further comment from me will depend on what steps they take next.
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diseasedfauna · 6 months ago
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Somatidioxia
Note: fake Condition
Nicknames: Gold Rush Grasp
Symptoms:
Dust commonly is coughed up during episodes and can often clog the personifications throat.
During an episode, they stop sweating or start sweating an extreme amount. They also start to lose moisture in their eyes or the moisture builds up so much that they involuntarily start crying.
When the personification is created and they have this condition, their eyes will always be a shiny gold. If cut, their blood also appears to be gold or have splotches of gold coloration.
If the condition severe enough, gold streaks will be present in the hair.
Procedure:
During an episode, it’s recommended to get the personification several bottles of water in order to prevent the build up of dust in their throat.
The personification will fall likely to the ground during the episode so get them to a sitting position on the ground and against a wall.
First Discovered:
First documented when the Californian Personification was created
Is it Chronic?:
Yes
Other:
Personifications can sometimes develop this after their creation. This happening is extremely rare
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bitter69uk · 19 days ago
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Recently watched: Hot Rods to Hell (1967). Tagline: “Call them punks … call them animals … but you better get out of their way!” Soundtracked by blaring rock’n’roll music and the roar of engines, this irresistible low-budget drive-in flick sees the Philips family trying to start a new life by moving to the Californian desert to manage a hotel – and find themselves being terrorized by a gang of vicious juvenile delinquents in hot rods. On a deeper level, it’s about masculinity in crisis and the stoical clench-jawed suffering of patriarch Tom Phillips (rugged Dana Andrews). That Christmas, Tom injured his back in a serious car crash, leaving him in chronic pain, but he’s also psychologically traumatized and depressed - all things a man of his generation can’t admit to. Boy, does Tom need to redeem himself in his family’s eyes. At the same time, his teenage daughter Tina (Laurie Mock) is experiencing an erotic awakening and attracted to nihilistic bad boy Duke (Paul Bertoya) – her family’s chief tormentor. Jeanne Crain co-stars as Peg, Tom’s ultra-glamorous, helmet-haired sympathetic “trad wife”. (Andrews and Crain were major stars in the forties and fifties and it’s interesting to see them mature into middle-aged “parent roles” here). In the “chase scenes”, Crain and Mock seem to be trying to outdo each other with their anguished reactions and face-pulling. Hell was originally made for TV but – as Wikipedia puts it – “when the project was finished, its producers deemed it too intense for television” – and it was given a cinematic release. Watch for burlesque icon Liz Renay - resplendent in shocking pink ruffles and wiglet - in a fleeting cameo as barstool mama Hazel. (When someone asks, “You lost weight, Hazel?” she purrs, “No, I haven’t lost weight. I’ve just shifted it to where it does the most good!”). The wildest performance: Mimsy Farmer gives big Ann-Margret energy as sex kitten-on-a-hot-tin-roof Gloria, Duke’s “old lady.” She’s always standing in Duke’s Corvette: in real life, she’d be eating insects, sand-blasted with grit and her hair would be disheveled. Instead, once the car stops, Gloria’s spectacular Nancy Sinatra coiffure is always impeccable.
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fragilecapric0rnn · 9 months ago
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feeling very much like a California Girl this weekend and can’t believe I’ve ever kidded myself about living anywhere else
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rjzimmerman · 5 months ago
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Excerpt from this story from Mother Jones:
More than 50,000 people have died prematurely in California over a decade due to exposure to toxic particles in wildfire smoke, according to a new study.
Wildfires create smoke containing PM2.5, tiny particles roughly one-thirtieth the width of a human hair that can embed themselves deep in the lungs and enter the bloodstream. The particles have been linked to numerous health conditions and premature death. Previous research has found that the wildfire smoke is exposing millions of people in the US to the harmful pollutant.
In a study published in Science Advances this week, researchers used a new epidemiological model to examine the impacts of wildfire PM2.5 exposure between 2008-2018: a period that includes some of the state’s most destructive and deadly fire seasons. There were at least 52,480 premature deaths attributed to exposure to the inhalable particulate matter from wildfires, and at least $432 billion in health expenses associated with the exposure, according to the study.
The research is the first to quantify the long-term impacts of chronic exposure to PM2.5 specifically from wildfires, rather than other sources, and has important implications for California, said Rachel Connolly, an author of the study. The results suggest that wildfires are responsible for more deaths and greater economic impacts than previous studies have indicated.
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softskyburial · 5 months ago
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This is a pinned post for @softskyburial
That name came out of a time when I lived alone in a shack in the wilderness and was convinced that I was going to die out there. I watched so many other dead animals get devoured and I had extremely severe covid so I expected the same for myself.
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Obviously I’m still alive and I highly recommend it. I’m now getting my MFA in visual arts at a low residency program. Which is amazing because I’m chronically ill with Long Covid and spend more than average amounts of time in bed.
I’m a faultline hugging Californian (the picture above is the San Andreas fault) and I was a Hindu monk in an ashram for a few years. I’m very serious about religion and spirituality but not in a weird way. Becoming religious also required me to become deeply anti-colonial and anti-racist.
I post a lot of personal, art, nature, disability justice, veganism, and queer stuff. Use whatever pronouns you want for me. I have no real preference. We’re post-binary here.
I’m one of those livejournal refugees that came to tumblr in 2011.
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bostonfly · 1 year ago
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The study bolsters previous research which concluded that California’s chronic shortage of housing, which imposes crushing costs on low-income families, lies at the heart of the crisis. About a third of California’s 40 million people live in poverty or near-poverty, United Ways of California recently reported. Sudden illness, an accident, a layoff or an unexpected car repair bill can easily lead to unpaid rent, eviction and a lack of shelter. Homelessness, the UCSF study found, often leads to – or exacerbates – alcohol or drug dependence, mental health problems and violence, indicating that its victims need more than just roofs over their heads.
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winemastery · 1 year ago
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Chronic Cellars Zinfandel Wine Review (Episode 397)
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