#interprovincial

[janjanenrico]

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[theiliad]

I am finally. Going to pursue a breast reduction. Again.

[lunariarts]

This is gonna be a miserable 8 hr bus trip holy fuck

[soberaniasar]

[xtruss]

Gaius Caesar Augustus Germanicus (31 August 12 AD – 24 January 41 AD), better known by his nickname Caligula, was Roman Emperor from AD 37 until his assassination in AD 41. He was the son of the Roman general Germanicus and Agrippina the Elder, Augustus' granddaughter, members of the first ruling family of the Roman Empire. He was born two years before Tiberius was made emperor. Gaius accompanied his father, mother and siblings on campaign in Germania, at little more than four or five years old. He had been named after Gaius Julius Caesar, but his father's soldiers affectionately nicknamed him "Caligula" ('little boot'). Photograph By Bridgeman Images

The Northern Lights Glow and the annual Perseid meteor streaks over the Cypress Hills Interprovincial Park in Saskatchewan, Canada 🇨🇦 on August 10, 2018. Astrotourism—the practice of traveling to stargaze—is a booming industry. Photograph By Alan Dyer, Science Source

A Crowd Watches the Moon Rise over the Temple of Poseidon, 43 Miles South of Athens, Greece 🇬🇷, on May 15, 2022. Photograph By Louisa Goulimaki, Getty Images

[allthecanadianpolitics]

Canada’s leader of the official opposition pulled over on the side of a highway Tuesday evening and paid a surprise visit to a group of far-right extremists who have staged protests at the Nova Scotia–New Brunswick border for the last three years. Conservative leader Pierre Poilievre was seen posing for selfies and giving pep talks to members of the group, which subscribes to a range of fringe conspiracies and extreme views, in livestream videos posted on social media. The group has been camped out at the border for the last month purportedly to protest the carbon tax, however, the group is led by the same people who have been protesting at the interprovincial border since 2021 — originally to oppose public health orders.

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[murderballadeer]

we need to get better at interprovincial fighting... quebec bashing and alberta bashing are overdone to the point of being cliche. same with newfoundland bashing. hating ontario is valid but it's also just another kind of cliche. making fun of manitoba or saskatchewan is boring bc it's always the same jokes abt those provinces being flat and empty. pei is too small to meaningfully make fun of it would be like if all of europe had beef with andorra or something. so that leaves bc, nova scotia or new brunswick which will it be

[state-of-calamity]

Cypress Hills Interprovincial Park - Saskatchewan

15-Sep-2020 | R. Clark-Martin

#0033 Postcard

[valkyrieres]

Hii I have no memory of sending you an ask so I'll do it again

🌻🌎🇪🇺 🎉

Hzjshdnsjsjs thanks for sending me the ask hun <3

🌻not sure, but maybe either rose or jasmine? I loved messing up w roses' colors as a kid, and jasmine is my fav scent rn

🌍 wait am I supposed to answer this w places I've been to— if yes, it'd probably be the Lake Toba? I love its view from my family's garden (⁠*⁠´⁠ω⁠｀⁠*⁠) I'd love to visit Ireland, tho... I had an Ulster Cycle myth brainrot and I wanna visit some places related to it (⁠ ⁠╹⁠▽⁠╹⁠ ⁠)✨ and Japan is also at the top of my list bc of...various obvious reasons (⁠•⁠ ⁠▽⁠ ⁠•⁠;⁠)

🇪🇺 Indonesia! (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)🇮🇩 (That smile was a fake, pls get me outta this country)

🎉 hmgmgh I'm not sure abt holidays bc I'd still be working/going to classes on most of them but... Maybe it's Christmas? I always do interprovincial drives to visit my extended families and I enjoy long drives djsbjdjsjsj

[seat-safety-switch]

Last week, I was driving past the local shoe emporium, when I thought it might be a good idea to buy some shoes. Seizing the wheel with both hands, I roughly jagged the Valiant across four lanes of interprovincial traffic. Did I lift throttle as I approached the casually-landscaped dirt embankment separating the parking lot from the outlet mall? Only if I were a coward who drove an untrustworthy car.

After the '74 Vally ceased its end-over-end rolling, landing perfectly on its wheels like a 3400-lb ballerina made mostly out of iron oxide, I stepped out and headed into the mall. Now, if you haven't been to a mall lately, you're probably a normal human being. The only folks who still roam the shattered husks of Western cultural imperialism that dot our apocalyptic landscape are the poor souls that are paid to be there. And also old people, doing mall-walking, because it's too hot to exercise outside.

When the world still made sense, there was a plinth here, marked "information." You could look at a little map of the mall, broken down by categories. In this era, there is no "Men's Shoes" category. There is no map at all. Two burned-out T8 fluorescent bulbs un-shine behind an empty lens, the paper having been removed by some bitter ex-employee turned vandal decades prior. I do not need a map: I already know this particular territory.

Through an unusual – some might say creepy, although that goes way too far and you should get out more – agreement, the Shoes Unlimited is constantly replenished with footwear that other, richer stores did not want. It's not clear what happens to the shoes that do not get bought here, but I am sure it is not a pretty fate.

That is, if any shoes are ever discarded at all. Without a crack management team, the employees have gone feral, resorting to only the activities required for retail survival. The floor is covered in a couple feet of discarded shoeboxes, crinkly tissue paper, and loose athletic trainers which will never again see their factory mate before the sun konks out.

After a few minutes of searching, I finally pick up a box marked Piloti with a picture of a race car on the side of it. Driving shoes, I reason, or at least ones that were made before Formula One turned into a boating event. Although the thermal label on the side of the box is faded, it looks vaguely like my shoe size. My prize is carried to the counter, where I place it in front of an employee who looks at me with a mixture of fear and disgust. I have played this game before, and we begin a wordless game of negotiation, locked in slow-motion combat like two chess players who are trying to figure out which one of the two of us has to take a shit first.

The world turns. Twenty dollars – a moist but otherwise perfectly legal Lizzy 2 – is placed on the counter, and accepted at last. I change my shoes right there, throwing my old ones into the mess on the floor. Will they benefit some other traveller, in the distant future? We may never know, but we have to keep trying.

[rabbitcruiser]

Yellowhead Highway, BC

The Yellowhead Highway (French: Route Yellowhead) is a major interprovincial highway in Western Canada that runs from Winnipeg to Graham Island off the coast of British Columbia via Saskatoon and Edmonton. It stretches across the four western Canadian provinces of British Columbia, Alberta, Saskatchewan, and Manitoba and is part of the Trans-Canada Highway system and the larger National Highway System, but should not be confused with the more southerly, originally-designated Trans-Canada Highway. The highway was officially opened in 1970. Beginning in 1990, the green and white Trans-Canada logo is used to designate the roadway.

The highway is named for the Yellowhead Pass, the route chosen to cross the Canadian Rockies. The pass and the highway are named after a fur trader and explorer named Pierre Bostonais. He had yellow streaks in his hair, and was nicknamed "Tête Jaune" (Yellowhead). Almost the entire length of the highway is numbered as 16, except for the section in Manitoba that is concurrent with Trans-Canada Highway 1.

Source: Wikipedia

[six-of-ravens]

don't fucking tempt me, Instagram ads, we will have an interprovincial bullet train and 7 LRT lines by next year if I'm in charge of the transit budget

[haveyoureadthishorrorbookpoll]

Have you read...

In an isolated chateau, as far north as north goes, the baron’s doctor has died. The doctor’s replacement has a mystery to solve: discovering how the Institute lost track of one of its many bodies. For hundreds of years the Interprovincial Medical Institute has grown by taking root in young minds and shaping them into doctors, replacing every human practitioner of medicine. The Institute is here to help humanity, to cure and to cut, to cradle and protect the species from the apocalyptic horrors their ancestors unleashed. In the frozen north, the Institute's body will discover a competitor for its rung at the top of the evolutionary ladder. A parasite is spreading through the baron's castle, already a dark pit of secrets, lies, violence, and fear. The two will make war on the battlefield of the body. Whichever wins, humanity will lose again.

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[satorugojowidow]

El río Atuel también es pampeano

Hice mi viaje de vacaciones a San Rafael, Mendoza. La semana antes de partir hubo una rotura en el acueducto que abastece a la mayoría de los/as pampeanos/as. Estuve tres días sin agua, no sabía si iba a tener agua para llevar ropa limpia a mi viaje. Pasa muy a menudo, el acueducto requiere mantenimiento y reparaciones, al realizarla se paraliza el suministro de agua porque no hay otras maneras de obtener agua ya que la de pozo no alcanza y en varias zonas tiene mucho arsénico. Al viajar cruzamos el río Atuel de este lado y lo encontré seco. Al llegar a San Rafael encontré acequias por todos lados, las personas regando por inundación sus patios y fincas. Agua derrochada por todos lados. El gobierno de Mendoza creó una serie de represas que cortaron el flujo del río Atuel a nuestra provincia hace setenta años. Lo que provocó la desertificación en el oeste pampeano. Los residentes del oeste, mayoría descendientes ranqueles, que fueron reducidos a esos espacios por el genocidio que llamaron “Conquista del desierto”, pasaron sed, vieron morir sus animales y la tierra secarse. La mayoría tuvo que emigrar y la zona quedó con un desarrollo truncado desde entonces hasta ahora. Se ha judicializado muchas veces esta situación ya que el río Atuel es interprovincial y Mendoza debe garantizar un caudal mínimo de agua a nuestra provincia. La Corte Suprema falló a nuestro favor y aun así el gobierno mendocino se niega llevar a cabo un uso más racional del agua que permita que alcance para todos. Ahora el gobierno mendocino busca construir una represa hidroeléctrica en Portezuelo del Viento que disminuiría drásticamente el caudal del río Colorado que es la principal fuente de agua potable para La Pampa. Este conflicto histórico entre ambas provincias por el agua es un tema del que jamás se habla en la prensa mainstream que puede llenar horas con un robo en un country pero que jamás habla de las problemáticas regionales. La política de Mendoza respecto del uso del agua es criminal en la medida que viola derechos colectivos consagrados en la constitución nacional. Destruyeron el ecosistema, provocaron muertes, provocaron el desplazamiento forzoso de población. Y la única respuesta que tienen a nuestro reclamos es “necesitamos el agua y ustedes no hacen nada con ella”. El agua potable es un recurso escaso, debemos pensar conjuntamente en formas de aprovecharla que sean eficientes para que todos tengamos agua. A los porteños les causa gracia la frase “río robado”, les parece ridícula la idea de que el río pueda ser robado. El río Atuel fue apropiado y muchas personas sufrieron por ello. La Pampa es una provincia pequeña pero nunca dejaremos de soñar con que el curso de nuestro río vuelva a tener agua. 

[amwult]

yes i would like 2 large of the best pizza's i've ever had which will last us 3 days yes hello it's me again i'm going to need 2 large pizza's btw do you deliver interprovincially?

[dude1818]

Leech

Spent eight hours on a plane this weekend, which was the perfect amount of time to read Hiron Ennes’s debut novel Leech. My elevator pitch is that it’s The Thing set in the post-post-apocalypse, except the doctor is also a Thing who’s trying to not have its cover blown. The first three-quarters were a super good soft sf story, but then it seemed to take a rapid turn in the direction of the plot and the themes got pretty muddled. It was a satisfactory ending to a different novel. Overall I still really enjoyed it, just felt like the ending was jarring

More detailed synopsis: the novel is set in post-post-apocalyptic France, so far in the future that our Age of Technology and the human-induced apocalypse have faded into myth, but the remnants of unknowably advanced machinery still litter the landscape. Very similar to the second era of A Canticle for Leibowitz, or Breath of the Wild for a modern take. It follows a member of the Interprovincial Medical Institute, which is a cordyceps-style hivemind that controls all medical knowledge in the region. This doctor was sent to a remote mining town to replace their previous body that had been employed there and investigate its mysterious death. They quickly discover that a new parasite had found its way into the previous body, and have to track down where it came from, how it spreads, and how to stop it. At the same time, they have to continue their normal duties for the awful rich people who own the mine as they become increasingly erratic, and the doctor’s connection to the hivemind grows increasingly faint

It’s a theme I’ve touched on in previous posts about A Madness of Angels, but I absolutely adore stories that introduce a completely alien sense of self. MOA does it with the “plural consciousness in a single body,” and Leech inverts that with the “single consciousness in many bodies.” The book is written in first-person, and right from the start, it very cleverly describes performing the actions through several to dozens of bodies at once, all communicating to each other telepathically and verbally, but all “I,” all in the manner of talking aloud to yourself

The parts of the book I take umbrage with are all after the third act twist, so discussing them would truly spoil the story. If what I’ve described so far sounds cool, I strongly recommend the book despite that. It does get darker in some unexpected ways, so I will warn for that. (Expected: body horror, medical experimentation; unexpected: physical abuse, rape, pregnancy trauma(?))

Spoilers under the cut

The twist: one of the symptoms of infection by the new parasite (Pseudomycota) is that it strips away the Institute’s influence over its host bodies. The doctor was exposed to the parasite much earlier in the story than the reader realizes, and their increasing isolation from the Institute is a symptom of that. As the hivemind recedes, their old memories and personality resurfaces

At first this was handled in interesting ways. The previous doctor was frequently referred to as “him,” and you’re meant to make an assumption about the current doctor. Then halfway through the book it’s revealed that the current doctor’s body had actually been a woman, because it finally matters, and then it continues to come up a lot. Or, when the voices from the rest of the Institute disappear from the doctor’s head, they still hear another voice: memories/the conscious of the host body

It takes much longer for the doctor to realize that they’re stopping being part of the Institute and are becoming an individual again. In the Institute’s death throes in this body, they try to inoculate the friendly servant boy with Institute cells in order to preserve their life and knowledge, while the host struggles against it: if they kill someone to preserve their own life, then the Institute is no better than Pseudomycota (ignoring that the Institute is a symbiotic health services provider that is trying to preserve humanity, whereas Pseudomycota makes its hosts burn themselves alive to spread its spores, kind of like toxoplasmosis in mice)

After that fails and reinforcements from the Institute arrive, the doctor goes rogue. Now that they’re cured of both infections (Pseudomycota killing their Institute cells, and an Institute doctor cutting out the Pseudomycota growth), they “remember” being trapped in their own body for the past 10 years, and they decide to help the servant boy blow up the base and escape the Institute. The handful of rich people left certainly had it coming, but this also blankets the village in Pseudomycota spores and kills the humanitarian group that was here to quell the pandemic. Killing one person to save yourself is the ultimate act of selfishness, but apparently killing an entire village to save yourself is a-ok!

The only time we ever see the Institute do something actually evil is when they vivisect a baby after they arrive in the village, and that whole scene feels bizarrely out of left field. Obviously there’s bias while the POV character is part of the Institute, but even after they start to break away, we never see the Institute do anything outside the norm for actual medical professionals. Triage is necessary to save the most people you can with the resources you have. Research is necessary to cure new diseases. The Institute knows the human cost it takes for it to survive, and tries to make the most of it to minimize total human suffering. And then in the 11th hour, it’s the bad guy? The author is a medical student and yet doesn’t seem to have learned that you can’t save everyone when you’re stuck with finite resources

This last thought is less coherent, but I wanted to comment on the very end. After the doctor tries and fails to sacrifice the servant boy to save themselves, the doctor and the servant boy sacrifice the village to save themselves together. The final paragraph then throws in an Inception-style ending where maybe the boy doesn’t survive after all? In which case the whole thing has the vibe of “we live in a society,” which I suppose is fitting with the in-universe parables which are just “bad shit happens sometimes” (although even those turned out to be real warnings whose meanings had just been lost to time)