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[probablyasocialecologist]

According to documents obtained by Grist and Type Investigations through a Freedom of Information Act request, the FBI’s Minneapolis office opened a counterterrorism assessment in February 2012, focusing on actions in South Dakota, that continued for at least a year and may have led to the opening of additional investigations. These documents reveal that the FBI was monitoring activists involved in the Keystone XL campaign about a year earlier than previously known.  Their contents suggest that, long before the Keystone and Dakota Access pipelines became national flashpoints, the federal government was already developing a sweeping law enforcement strategy to counter any acts of civil disobedience aimed at preventing fossil fuel extraction. And young, Native activists were among its first targets. “The threat emerging … is evolving into one based on opposition to energy exploration related to any extractions from the earth, rather than merely targeting one project and/or one company,” the FBI noted in its description of the Wanblee blockade. The 15-page file, which is heavily redacted, also describes Native American groups as a potentially dangerous threat and likens them to “environmental extremists” whose actions, according to the FBI, could lead to violence. The FBI acknowledged that Native American groups were engaging in constitutionally protected activity, including attending public hearings, but emphasized that this sort of civic participation might spawn criminal activity.  To back up its claims, the FBI cited a 2011 State Department hearing on the pipeline in Pierre, South Dakota, attended by a small group of Native activists. The FBI said the individuals were dressed in camouflage and had covered their faces with red bandanas, “train robber style.” According to the report, they were also carrying walking sticks and shaking sage, claiming to be “Wounded Knee Security of/for Mother Earth.” “The Bureau is uncertain how the NA group(s) will act initially or subsequently if the project is approved,” the agency wrote.  The FBI also singled out the “Native Youth Movement,” which it described as a mix between a “radical militia and a survivalist group.” In doing so, it appeared to conflate a specific activist group originally founded in Canada in the 1990s with the broader array of young Native activists who opposed the pipeline decades later. Young activists would play an important role in the Keystone XL campaign and later on during protests against the Dakota Access pipeline at Standing Rock, but the movement had little in common with militias or survivalists, terms typically used to describe far-right groups or those seeking to disengage from society.  The FBI declined to respond to questions for this story. In an emailed statement, a spokesperson for the Minneapolis field office said the agency does not typically comment on FOIA releases and “lets the information contained in the files speak for itself.”

[...]

Environmental activists and attorneys who reviewed the new documents told Grist and Type Investigations that law enforcement’s approach to the Keystone XL campaign looked like a template for the increasingly militarized response to subsequent environmental and social justice campaigns — from efforts to block the Dakota Access pipeline at Standing Rock to the ongoing protests against the police training center dubbed “Cop City” in Atlanta, Georgia, which would require razing at least 85 acres of urban forest.  The FBI’s working thesis, outlined in the new documents, that “most environmental extremist groups” have historically moved from peaceful protest to violence has served as the basis for subsequent investigations. “It’s astonishing to me how such a broad concept basically paints every activist and protester as a future terrorist,” said Mike German, a former FBI special agent who is now a fellow at the nonprofit Brennan Center for Justice.

[weenofficial]

Ween will be painting the town brown all year long celebrating 40 YEARS OF WEEN.

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[soisaidfine]

'House in Nebraska', sold. A local guy has purchased it and is fixing it up for his daughter (of Cain?)

The house that inspired Ethel Cain for her song 'A house in Nebraska'. Snow-Wasden House, Georgia, saved from demolition. Via reddit ethel cain

Ethel Cain and THE 'House in Nebraska'

"That house narrowly escaped total demolition because the owner had scheduled a wrecking company from Atlanta to come down and disassemble it and sell it for parts! But a local guy has purchased it and is fixing it up for his daughter." - vanishinggeorgia.com

'Then the day came and you were up and gone And I still call home that house in Nebraska Where we found each other on a dirty mattress on the second floor'

. . .

Anonymous asked: the wasden house is being renovated :(

mothercain: i’ve seen! the new white paint does look quite pretty and it doesn’t seem as though it’s changed too much from the pictures i’ve seen. i haven’t driven over there since i’ve moved back though so maybe i will take a little drive soon. for the sake of my own mental health, i will be telling myself the owners are smart and would never dare put grey shiplap anywhere near that house.

[namor-exe]

𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐃𝐘 𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒

Summary: You're the Millers' new neighbor. And as you adapt to your new home, new friendships and feelings will emerge within you, uncontrollable feelings.

Warnings: MINORS DNI! +18. Explicit Content NSFW, Joel pre-outbreak x f!reader, Tommy pre-outbreak x f!reader, love triangle, possible sharing, SMUT, six p in v.

Author's notes: I recently started writing this series, and well, I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I am enjoying writing it. This is just the first chapter of possibly a multi-chapter series.

Chapter notes: You recently moved into your father's house, and since you haven't had time to explore the city, your brother decides to help you with that. But at the end of the night, you end up bumping into the next-door neighbors.

Chapter warnings: Just conversations and introductions. Feeling quotes, relaxed conversation, Joel being Joel, no use of Y/N.

The day was sunny. Sunbeams flooded across the city, turning the streets orange. You had just moved to Austin to live with your dad and older brother. You lived with your mother in Atlanta, but you decided to try something new in your life, a new place, it didn't necessarily have to be permanent, but you knew it was, that's the great gift of having separated parents, constant changes. You were in college, studying anthropology and you had managed to transfer to the local University, it was lucky that they accepted you almost in the middle of the year.

In the last days of adaptation, you had been organizing your room and your things. Your brother had helped you a little, as your father didn't have much time because of his job at the technology company he worked for, but he would occasionally help you paint the walls or bring you some new furniture.

The neighbors, you hadn't fully known them, just a glimpse, but not a word was exchanged. The Millers seemed pretty busy, and Joel Miller didn't seem like a man who liked to make friends, just by seeing him in the backyard you could tell he was a reserved man, unlike his daughter Sarah and brother Tommy, who had welcomed you into the neighborhood with greetings of welcome.

You're not the type of girl who likes to stare at men one more way than necessary, but damn, the Miller brothers were really pretty in your eyes. Joel had a mysterious and enigmatic beauty, his reserved manner made him attractive in some way, Tommy – the younger brother – was more playful and extroverted, he had received you well and was completely kind to you in those few times that you talked.

"What do you think so much about, the asshole?"

His attention was caught when Aaron approached. His older brother, he was 24 years old, but oddly enough, he was still dependent on his father. Aaron had become unemployed some time ago, this prevented him from leaving home early and being able to start an independent life.

"Hey! Shut up, I'm not thinking about anything." You replied, your voice echoing off the porch. You were sitting on the wooden stairs, watching the house from the side while you were distracted by your own thoughts and illusions.

"Did you like Miller? Don't you think he's too old for you?" Aaron threw himself beside her, sitting on the ladder. Her hazel eyes narrowed to the streets as her brown hair blew in the cool morning wind.

"What? Where did you get that expensive idea?" you looked at him with curious eyes. Your brother had an instinct to piss you off whenever he saw you, so of course he would find some reason to tease you.

"You keep looking at their house, you have nothing else to think about."

You rolled your eyes, laughing at Aaron's teasing. This is something that, despite the fact that it irritated you, you missed when you were in Atlanta.

"This is completely irrelevant, Aaron. I barely know him! And I'm not thinking about that kind of thing. Besides, I have to stay in college remember?" you rolled your eyes again, feeling the heat of the sun on your skin, but the wind was cooling your face.

"Okay, okay, I get it. I'm just trying to be a good brother and give you advice. You know. But let's change the subject." Aaron stood up and stretched his arms in the air, stretching. "Let's go for a walk around town? Maybe you'll find other interesting guys to watch besides your neighbor."

You got up next to him and landed a light punch on Aaron's shoulder, making him chuckle.

"Oh, shut the fuck up." You laughed. You were adapting more and more. It was fun that new city, that new life you had now.

The two of you got up from the stairs and started walking down the sidewalk, side by side. As you explored the bustling two, you talked about new places you could visit and what your life in Austin would be like. And deep down, despite Aaron's provocations, you knew he only wanted the best for you, he knew how to play the big brother role well, you had missed it.

As the afternoon wore on, the sky began to lose its vibrant orange hue, gradually turning into shades of purple and dark blue. Aaron had shown you some corners of the city that you didn't have time to explore and get to know. You've discovered cozy cafes, antique shops and interesting cultural venues. The air was getting cooler as the sun went down, and you decided to return home.

On the way, you talked about your new job. You had gotten a job playing at a local bar, in addition to college. You were good with music, you played guitar and guitar perfectly well, so you were confident that you would do well in this job, despite the nervousness to start with.

As you approached the street where you lived, your eyes peeked out and saw Joel in the garden of the house next door. He was busy watering some plants, his serene features illuminated by the dim glow of the street light. You felt a slight acceleration of your heart, but quickly pushed that thought away, you didn't even know him well. But fuck, why did he have to be so attractive like that?

Aaron nudged you lightly, a mischievous smile on his face. Your eyes rolled back in your head, you knew his teasing was going to start again, and it completely pissed her off.

"Look who's over there. Your new boyfriend. Do you want to go say hello or do you prefer to avoid prying eyes?"

You rolled your eyes at Aaron's words, giving your brother a slight push.

"Stop fucking invent things. It's not like that."

Aaron chuckled in response, but before he could respond, Tommy's excited voice rang out from the porch. You watched Tommy's sturdy figure walk out the door. He had a gentle smile that lit up his face. You felt a slight vibration within you. Damn, the Miller brothers were really hot. And you couldn't think which one caught your attention the most.

"Hey you two! I finally found you."

Tommy walked over to you, he was wearing a relaxed T-shirt and jeans. You felt the pressure in your muscles, your stomach fluttered with nervousness.

"Guys, how was your day?"

"Hi Tommy!" Aaron answered first, a tiny smile appearing on his face. "It was cool, we got to know some interesting places."

Tommy looked at you and gave you a friendly wave. He had a glow on the bar and you could tell it. He seemed to be much more lively and outgoing than his brother – who was still distracted watering those plants in the middle of dusk.

"Hey, are you enjoying Texas?" Tommy asked. He looked silly next to you. He had found you beautiful, and had been delighted with you and your way.

"Yes, I'm adapting little by little." you replied, feeling a little more comfortable in Tommy's presence, he gave you a certain comfort that you couldn't explain. "Looks like a nice place."

As you talked, Joel looked up and noticed the lively conversation on the porch. He turned off the hose and walked over with a serene expression. Of course, Joel was still fidgeting and seemed more on his own.

"Tommy, are you bothering the neighbors?"

Tommy laughed, shaking his head.

"No, relax Joel. I was just saying hello to them. This is the new neighbor."

Joel looked in her direction, and for the briefest moment, their eyes met. Those brown irises had trapped you, they were like magnets that wouldn't let you get away from that gaze. You felt a blush rise on your cheeks, but you kept your face calm.

"Hello." you greeted, a little nervously.

Joel smiled subtly, giving you a nod of greeting. You didn't notice, but Joel was also feeling tense in your presence. His hands were shaking slightly, and all he could think about was what a beautiful girl you were.

"Welcome to the neighborhood. I'm Joel, and this is my brother Tommy."

"It's nice to meet you. We haven't had a chance to talk much." you replied, feeling a little less tense now, despite Joel's presence holding your attention.

Tommy intervened in his introverted way. He moved closer to you, touching your shoulder lightly in reassurance. Tommy's touch made her cheeks burn and her stomach churn even more. You didn't know what you were feeling right now, there were a lot of emotions.

"Come on, don't be nervous. My brother isn't as scary as he looks."

Joel threw Tommy a quick glance before looking back at you.

"Ignore him. He likes to crack jokes. He'd do well working in the circus."

You chuckled softly, feeling the tension ease. But still, Tommy's touch sent shivers down her skin. You feared he might sense your reactions and hoped to God he didn't notice the effect his touch was having on her.

"Alright, do not worry."

Tommy chuckled in response, pulling away from you again. It was impressive how the distance had also bothered you. They were feelings you didn't understand.

"We need to go inside now. We have to have dinner." Joel said again, his brown hair disheveled in the wind.

"You can have dinner here whenever you like. It will be nice to have your company." Tommy said, his light-hearted, easygoing voice making goose bumps rise up your arms.

"Oh...thanks Tommy, we can set it up sometime." your voice came out a little calmer than you thought, and you smiled slightly at him.

You felt grateful that Tommy had been so friendly. The conversation continued for a few more minutes, with Tommy sharing funny stories and you starting to loosen up even more in their presence. Joel on the other hand, continued to observe the conversation, his serious and deep gaze seemed to study every word that came out of his mouth. He couldn't stop looking at you, but always discreetly and you didn't even notice.

As time passed, the stars shone even brighter in the dark sky, and street lights began to light up the neighborhood. You felt a comforting sense of belonging that you didn't expect to feel so soon after the move. Aaron started to yawn, indicating that it was time to go home.

"I think it's about time we left. You have your first day of school tomorrow, don't you?"

You felt them, feeling a mixture of excitement and nervousness about the first classes at the local university.

"Yes... Fuck, you're right. I think I better get some rest."

"I'm sure you'll be fine. Good night!" Tommy smiled, looking excited for you.

"Thanks, Tommy. It was nice meeting you. We'll talk another time." You left with a shy smile on your lips.

Joel, who had kept to himself during the whole conversation, finally opened a light and discreet smile on his lips.

"Good night, see you around."

You waved at Joel, your eyes meeting for the briefest of moments, for the last time that night. Along with Aaron, you started walking towards your house. As you walked, Aaron didn't miss the chance to tease you again, it was a gift that only he had over you.

"Looks like you caught the attention of the Miller brothers, especially Tommy. But you kept an eye on Joel, didn't you?"

You rolled your eyes, but a smile played on your lips and denounced that that conversation had indeed awakened something in you.

You realized that, in some ways, that day had been an important step towards feeling more comfortable in Austin. With the Miller brothers as neighbors and possible new friends, you knew this move was turning out to be more interesting than you thought.

[sadiecoocoo]

I’ve been thinking about a lot of things lately, and I’ve been thinking that I haven’t been doing as much as i can to help Palestine, so here’s a jumble of thoughts

Stories change people’s views on so many things. Be it fictional or not. There are people I’ve never met that I either hate or absolutely adore because of stories my family told me about them. My dad told me stories about my grandpa, stories about fairly bad things. Stories about how my grandpa treated other people, treated them wrongly, though not with any real malice that I can tell. And those stories made me start to notice things about him, how he referred to his employees by purely their race, stating they were his. How he seemed to subtly manipulate someone into going into a certain field as a career, though after a long enough time it didn’t seem so subtle. My family told me stories about how my great grandmother was basically the “crazy mother in law” that you always see TikToks about. Stories can do a lot. They’re just words, but you can hear them so often that they can completely change your view on things. But stories aren’t always used for good things.

People make them twist and turn, change a small detail every time the story is told. They paint the picture in a new light, or rather put a film over the truth and truly make it a story. When I think of this, I think of fake news. I learned about the Atlanta Race Riots not too long ago, about how some news company said that an African American man had raped a white girl and later killed her. Well, it caused people to riot, and caused people to beat innocent men, women, and children. It lasted almost 24 hours, and several people had died because of it. It was more a massacre than a riot. And the worst part, that story, the one that sparked the riot in the first place, wasn’t even a real story. It was just a dark fiction made to sway some people’s votes back in the 1900’s

In a way, history is repeating itself. It’s using those stories as inspiration for a new story, but most of the cliches are still there. Israel and Palestine are both trying to tell stories, though one is overshadowing the other. Using subtle manipulation tactics, quietly changing the details of stories. Newspapers read that a group of people under the age of 18 were found dead mysteriously. They read they were “under the age of 18” not that they were children who had their whole lives ahead of them. They read that they died mysteriously, as though they weren’t murdered by soldiers. Israel is telling a story, a story that seems true to a lot of people, purely because some people don’t try to look deeper, for them it’s just words on a page. Israel is telling a fake story, covering things up effortlessly, but there are so many people who understand that stories are changeable. Stories are manipulated like clay. Stories mean nothing. Stories are just stories. And I can’t count how many people don’t believe stories because they know that so many stories are made with the intent to make people think differently, how the creator wants them to think.

But there are stories, that need to be heard. There are stories that aren’t exaggerating a single detail. There are stories that are so important for people to know. Palestine’s story is one that is real, one that needs to heard and needs to be believed. And yes, Palestine is being greatly overshadowed by Israel’s stories and headlines, and yes, stories can be molded like clay. But clay takes so much practice and effort to perfect. In making a clay there will always be at least one piece that you make that has an air bubble, and in the kiln it will explode the piece will have to be scrapped. Israel’s piece of clay has air bubbles. Israel’s stories have fault, because there are so many people who scoff at the headlines and knows exactly how covered up things are. There are people who are sharing Palestine’s story through social media platforms. There have been people who entered a war zone and lived in it for days to record the slaughterhouse.

The stories that you hear as a kid probably contain fun adventures with fairies, or vacations to Wonderland, or Princess Charming. No matter the kind of adventure or conflict, they all had happy endings. I believe that Palestine will get a happy ending, but that can’t happen unless more people try to do something about it. In every fairy tale, there’s the protagonist that needs to do something, and a lot of times the protagonist can’t beat the evil without help from the side characters. In this situation, everyone outside of Palestine are the side characters. And we side characters need to do something to help the main character, be it moral support, financial aid, food supplies, or anything that could have the possibility of helping. And another thing, the side characters can’t be the ones to lose heart, the side characters need to be the ones to keep the main character going. Dont act like there’s nothing that can be done, dont act like Palestine can’t be saved and that humanity is cruel. I have hope for the world, and I think you all should have at least a speck too.

A lot of stories change how you view the world. A lot of people try to abuse the power of stories. There are good and bad stories for everything. The good story needs to be told. Palestine’s story needs to be told.

[i-arch-my-backula]

OC introduction: Clementine Lee

Age:23

birthday: 5/18

height: 5’9

appearance: long blonde hair, light golden skin, big brown eyes, full lips, straight nose, medium thick light brown eyebrows, medium build, southern accent

fashion style: vintage americana, 60’s/70’s/80’s influenced, feminine, summery, southern influences

sexuality: Queer

Personality: Bubbly, extroverted, kind, playful, curious, empathetic, caring

habits: fidgeting with hair, accent thickening with strong emotions, rubbing her nails

Likes/interests: vintage fashion, pink, pastel colors, botany, puzzles, swimming, gardening, forest biology, painting

skills: swimming, styling things, painting, talking to people, puzzle solving

occupation: Model

backstory:She was born in a small town in Georgia to a salon owner mother and a restaurant owner father with no siblings. She showed interest in fashion and beauty at a young age. This prompted her mother to sign her up for beauty pageants and pressure her from a young age to always look beautiful and presentable. She started modeling at six when she got a job modeling for a small magazine company. She grew up constantly stressing about her appearance and developed body dysmorphia in her teens. Her father was a comfort to her growing up and offered her a break from her overbearing mother constantly stressing about her appearance.

She was well liked by her peers and had lots of friends but only really felt close and comfortable with a few people. She discovered her queer identity when she was 11 and she watched “Confessions of a teenage drama queen” and saw Megan Fox. She never came out to her mother but like kind of came out to her father. She travels often for her modeling jobs but she stays most of the time in Atlanta.

[projectmarsnalooo]

Researches of Rushton Toys

Who made Rushton dolls?

Welcome to my little site dedicated to Mary Rushton, creator of the Rushton toy company. After Mary's passing in 1984, she and her daughter Wight have continued to live through their toys, which have gained a cult following over the years.

What is the history of Rushton by Star Creations?

Rushton's Star Creation toy line were painted, rubber faced animals and dolls. They were made from the 1950's – 1960's. It was one of their most popular toy lines. The company continued to offer a range of products until its closure in approximately 1984.

Where did Rushton dolls come from?

The Rushton Company was actually an American company, started by an Atlanta woman and that lasted from 1917 to 1983, being passed down as a family company. If you go antiquing or flea shopping for fabulous vintage fashion, you are sure to come across some Rushton plushies in varying states of condition

[grusik]

Old Car City USA (See links). Old Car City USA - .com Old Car City USA - Atlas Obscura Old Car City USA - Facebook Old Car City USA - Roadside America Old Car City USA - Sometimes Interesting Tourist attraction in Bartow County, Georgia. Old Car City in White, Georgia contains the worlds largest known classic car junkyard & is a unique landscape of metal and moss. Visitors enjoy the beautiful vegetation of the deep south that is intertwined with the hundreds of cars that reside in Old Car City. Old Car City started as a small general store in 1931 during the Great Depression, Old Car City gradually evolved into a very big, very old automobile junkyard. But it wasn't until 2009 that owner Dean Lewis -- who grew up on the property -- realized he could turn it into a tourist attraction because a lot of people shared his love of decomposing automotive carcasses. It is still family owned and operated. 34 acres of forest and fields filled with 4,000 old cars (1972 and older) weathered and deteriorating old American cars. It has more than 6.5 miles of trails on 34 acres. Located about 45 minutes north of Atlanta in White, Georgia, is a cross between a junkyard and an outdoor car museum. Come enjoy the Old South environment, folk art, ghosts of beautiful classic cars, and much more! With over 34 acres and over 4000 American-made cars from the early 20th Century, these cars, trucks, vans, and even a couple school buses are placed in such a way as to be ideally suited for photos, videos and custom camera shoots. Over the 8 decades since first started, thousands of photographers, videographers, ad agencies and media companies have visited Old Car City USA. Popular news magazine and newspaper companies, like CBS Sunday Morning, the New York Times, the BBC and Georgia Public Television, have made press releases and/or video segments and transmitted it worldwide. Who knew that Old Car City USA, a place where junk cars go to live out the rest of their existence, would be such a fascinating stop. Mayor of Old Car City USA, Dean Lewis, welcomes all who come out to visit his varied collection of automobile art with a little help from Mother Nature. You can come and just stroll along with winding paths for a nominal fee or, for a few dollars more, bring a camera and take pictures and/or videos and share them with friends. Among the many cars at Old Car City USA, there is the last car Elvis Presley ever bought back in 1977 just a couple months before he died. Also, a movie starring Andy Griffith and Johnny Cash used one of the cars that now call this place "home." The honorary mayor of the "City," Dean Lewis, is also an artist in his own rite with some of the most unique canvas . . . the styrofoam cup. In his upstairs loft, Lewis has hundreds of styrofoam canvases featuring his artistic talents on display along with some paintings he will proudly show off. 3098 US-Hwy 411. White, GA. 041223. by Sleepless Aquarius

[freebooter4ever]

The stuff thats been on my dash lately - the strike, playoffs, talk about teams and trades and players salaries - ive just been thinking a lot. You know i think too much. And im annoying. So.

A few years before i was let go from my old research group (2017), a few key federal education research grants were severely defunded. Like almost halved - if i remember correctly. And we were hit hard. And our director at the time was kind and saw this coming, and managed to get a small bit of warning before it happened. But it wasn't enough, because the guy we were going to lose - our extra artist, was in the states only on a work visa, and it was an educational non profit visa. I didnt understand the details very well but basically we missed the deadline for the vis lottery by a few months. Which meant he had zero chance of getting a visa on his own and any new company he applied to in the US would have to shoulder that cost/hassle. You can imagine this is next to impossible for artists to compete with. He had months to find a job that would be willing to take on someone who previously only had a nonprofit visa or he was going back home.

The harsh reality of the 3D art industry is that unless you are an insanely talented artist (we weren't) or have connections (we didnt we were in education for fucks sake) it takes for fucking ever to find a job (it took me two years to finally land the one in LA). Our entire team was worried about him.

This guy was as dedicated to the work as i was, for both of us sculpting/painting/art was basically our life. We both spent so many nights/weekends in that office just because we loved what we were doing and wanted to see the project succeed. Our little team was like a family, especially when we'd all be trapped together in random cities for conferences (the three of us young twenty-somethings provided the entertainment value/jokes, the one mid thirties guy on our team was a foodie who somehow managed to find the best hidden restaurants in even the dullest cities, and the oldest of us were popular enough that we never seemed to go out to eat without an entourage). The running joke was that he could sleep anywhere/anytime - at one point we caught him sleeping on the foldable bleacher seats while waiting for the dolphin show in atlanta (if you've ever tried to sit in those seats you know how ridiculous this is).

He loved pittsburgh more than me (and at one point when my nick was grilling me about why i stuck around so long i finally admitted to him that out of all the places in the world pittsburgh and seattle were the ones i loved best so when i say my coworker LOVED pittsburgh he actually loved it. More than even THAT.). He loved snow and cold to a degree that freaked even snow-obsssed me out. He had way more friends and connections in the city than i did, he was in sports clubs (wrestling. He was the only person i knew who could eat as much at a buffet as i could - we'd go to dinner during their cheap buffet night and it must have looked hilarious slender runner me and this big grappling muscular dude both digging into two piled on plates EACH).

ALL this and one little thing like losing his job when his expertise/qualifications are very VERY narrow and in a field that is grotesquely competitive...meant he couldn't stay in the country anymore.

It was ridiculous, it made me so mad, i kept being like 'theres gotta be a way theres gotta be a way' (there wasnt) and eventually i marched into our directors office and announced that i would halve my salary so we could keep him for one more full year.

And the director just smiled at me in that fond way of hers and patted the couch for me to sit, and calmly explained that i was actually the second person to march in and offer this. The lead developer on our project - the guy who coded the rendering engine FROM SCRATCH back in the 90's when realtime 3D graphics wasn't even imaginable - had offered up the portion of his salary it would take to pay our artist's.

Unfortunately our director explained that the university didnt work this way and it wouldnt have been possible no matter how noble our intentions, BUT she had also been pushing numbers to solve this, and had actually finangled enough finances that she was able to pull money out of a hat and keep him for another year regardless. It said a lot about how close knit our team was, and how much we cared about the programming envirnoment we were making for students for free worldwide that we were fully prepared to do anything to keep it running.

The real tragedy of it all though was that it didnt even matter. He searched and searched for an entire year and found nothing, and then took part in the regular visa lottery and got nothing. And he went back home (after stopping in california to watch some league tournaments haha). And he's still there, and still struggling to find a way back to the US - hiker boy and i were probably two of the people who knew him best, and both of us are probably going to be forever slightly worried/sad about him.

A friend of mine in LA got his green card this past monday - the one whose wedding i accidentally ended up managing. That was a jublient thing. And i still remember in 2018 taking sanjeev to get his citizenship and teasing him because he put it off for so long that he got stuck listening to the orange cheeto's speech when he could have had obama (but he could do that because he was a programmer, his job was in high demand). This doesnt really have anything to do with my point other than to say i know immigrants' experiences with visas can run an entire gamut from good-bad.

The writers on this strike arent asking for millions each - though i imagine it might seem like that to someone in western PA working a minimum wage job (my 25$/hr was living large in western PA :/). Kinda like me watching the salary discussion of these sports players utterly baffled me like 'we spend HOW MUCH on sports?? And HOW LITTLE on education??? Do you know what an entire development team could do with only one year of that salary???'. - that is to say, i recognize there are multiple levels of looking up at another group and wondering how the fuck they even exist that way.

And i know there's probably going to be a lot of bullshit and blame thrown around at the writers. But i just remember how like, when push came to shove, on my little education team our team members took care of each other. And there is SO much stratification in the US right now that it feels impossible to extend that peer-to-peer help to cross-class-levels help. But we have to fucking do it. And i know we all supported the strikes in the minimum wage service industry. And these going on in hollywood are equally as important. We need to make it socially unaffordable for these elite few to control so much power over our livelihoods. We SAW the mess that happened at the blue bird website. If even protected in-demand jobs like software engineers can suddenly be scrambling for thier paychecks and stability all because of one petty little man - Something is extremely extremely fucked up in how our economy functions. Because i believe at a small scale most humans are like my tiny little team - willing to sacrifice to keep everything running when times are tough. (as long as there's light at the end of the tunnel)

Blah. Ok ive said my bit. I sure as fuck hope the 3D artists figure out how to unionize one day though i have no clue how we'd go about doing it :/

[crimesandconspiracy]

The Forgotten Victim: Mary Phagan's Murder and the Fight for Equal Rights

On April 26, 1913, thirteen-year-old Mary Phagan was found raped and murdered in the basement of the National Pencil Company in Atlanta, Georgia, where she worked. Her body was discovered early in the morning, and an investigation into her death began.

The investigation quickly honed in on a suspect: Leo Frank, the superintendent of the factory. Frank was Jewish, and this fact would become a major factor in the case against him.

Despite little physical evidence tying Frank to the crime, the prosecution built a case against him based on the testimony of witnesses who claimed to have seen and heard things that incriminated him. The prosecution also used Frank's religion against him, painting him as an outsider who was not to be trusted.

Despite protests from Frank and his defense team, he was found guilty and sentenced to death. Many people, including prominent individuals and organizations, believed that Frank was innocent and that he had been railroaded due to the rampant anti-Semitism that existed in the South at the time.

Efforts to free Frank were unsuccessful, and on August 17, 1915, he was lynched by a mob in Marietta, Georgia. This act of violence sent shock waves throughout the country and fueled the growing movement for civil rights and justice for all people.

The murder of Mary Phagan and the subsequent persecution of Leo Frank remain a dark chapter in American history. It serves as a reminder of the dangers of bigotry, injustice, and mob violence, and the importance of standing up for what is right, even in the face of overwhelming opposition.

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[nancypullen]

Annnd I’m Back

I may have mentioned that the mister took a quick trip down to visit his mother and siblings, I’m flying down to see my mom in March so I didn’t tag along on this trip.  I still have sticker shock from buying my March ticket.  Granted, I’m flying into a small airport but if I’d left from Nashville the price would have been just under $200, leaving from Baltimore (same carrier)  was almost triple that. Ugh.  I’m still going through Atlanta so it’s not like I was able to book a nifty non-stop. It is what it is. Just seems like a rip-off, and I’m in denial about things like longer trip, added fuel costs,etc.  It’s not that much longer.  Anywayyyyy, enough beefing about that.  While Mickey was out of town I unplugged.  I ignored news, social media (mostly) and even email.  I lost myself in arts and crafts, reading, and watched a lot of Ina Garten.  It was soothing.  I forgot about the crazy world and just existed in my happy bubble.  Sure, I could do a lot of that when my spouse is home - but it’s lovelier to do it with no timetable.  I could skip making meals because if I wasn’t hungry it didn’t matter. I’ve been worrying about everyone’s meal schedule but my own since I was eighteen. Turns out I really only get hungry about once a day. I might be onto something here.  Oh sure, you could say that just because I cooked for someone else doesn’t mean I have to sit down and eat it too.  Get outta’ here with that crazy talk. I could waste away to normal doing that.  Most of my meals looked like this - roasted green beans, brown butter carrots from the crockpot, and a dab of garlic aioli to dip those beans in.  Healthy-ish.

Moving on to the crafty part of my week - some of it was practical and some of it was frivolous. I happen to think that frivolity is a necessary part of life.  The practical side of things had to do with that big ol’ trunk I bought a couple weeks ago. It sits under the double windows in the master bedroom (I’ve been told that’s politically incorrect and it should be primary bedroom).  That’s the perfect spot for it but it blocks a heating/cooling vent.  I figured all it needed was a little lift.  I found some wooden legs, not quite as big and squatty as I wanted, but I’m a fan of using what’s available.  I called upon my old friend spray paint...

and in no time that trunk was raised just to window height (the cats love it) and air was once again flowing freely.

I wonder where that trunk has been and what it has held - wish it could talk! My next project was equally as easy, and involved tea cups. There’s an auction house in Denton, Trice Auctions, and you can buy anything from tea cups to a dump truck there.  I opted for the cups.  Trice is a company that handles mostly estate sales. Every week they post a variety of goods and you can bid from the comfort of your home and pick up your winnings the following day. I tend to get excited over furniture and dishes (McCoy bowls, Fire King Jadeite, etc) and my picks usually close at a higher price than I’m willing to pay.  Nice to know I have good taste though. I’ve purchased some gorgeous frames - a grouping of three for TWO DOLLARS, and some beautiful tea cups and saucers. The cups and saucers came in at about two dollars a set, so I spent something like eight or nine dollars on those.  I’m turning them into pretty bird feeders. Anything is possible with Gorilla Glue.

I’d ordered a set of plant stakes from Amazon - the type that support large plants, I chose some that are 30 inches tall. 

Once again, my BFF showed up to help...

they arrived silver, no thank you.  I would have loved to really dress them up, maybe use something glittery, but I went with a good, solid green so that the stake will actually blend in with the gardens or potted plants where they’ll eventually be placed.  Once the stakes were dry I glued the saucer to that circular part and let it set.  Then I glued the tea cup to the saucer.  When spring arrives my porch plants and a couple of garden spots will offer bird seed in these sweet little cups.

I’ll put them in protected areas, and they’ll be easy enough to rinse out with a hose.  I’m convinced that the birds will appreciate the bit of fancy.  I’d love to see a robin or wren perched on the edge of that cup and enjoying a snack.

I did play with a bit of clay this week as well and made a pair of earrings to celebrate the arrival  of February. I figured it was easier to make hugs and kisses than groundhogs.

And since the grandgirl’s birthday is coming up I made a little bo for her to store the crown jewels.  She loves nothing more than a tiara and to deck herself in glittery, shiny things.  The universe gave her the right Grancy for that.  I try not to give her things that don’t come with a storage container of its own.  Imagine a little girl with two sets of grandparents, some great-grandparents, and a collection of aunts and uncles who love to give her things.  It fills up a room and a house pretty quickly.  That’s why I try to provide storage with the gift.  I found one of those magnetic-close boxes (in pink!) for a couple of bucks. It’s about 8 inches by 11 inches, so perfect!

 I rummaged around in my odds and ends and found some black velvety fabric.  Probably left over from a long ago Halloween.  So I measured a piece of cardboard from the bajillion Amazon packages we get, and made sure it fit the  box.

I had some pillow stuffing, but you could use foam, batting, whatever you have handy.  I glued that down on the cardboard, wrapped the fabric around that and glued it in the back, then glued in the whole she-bang, and now we have a box for her crowns.

I’ll put some smaller boxes inside to hold her clip on earrings and some sparkly necklaces.  Every girl should have a treasure chest, right?   I feel like I need to swipe those inside walls with a hint of glitter.  Maybe not. So there you have it, I was alone for four days and didn’t waste a minute of it.  In my world anything is possible with paint and glue.  I didn’t share the painting that I worked on because it’s in progress - but I’m getting better at florals and I’ll be using some of those pretty frames I picked up at the auction.  I’m thinking of branching out and doing multi-media collages with my dead people.  Why limit them to cards? I’m sure some woman needs this on her wall.

Or maybe this in her office.

On canvas with a combination of paint, fabric, and some doodads - they’d make nice gifts for girlfriends.  Can you tell I’m trying to talk myself into it?  I’m going to give it a whirl.  Why not? And that, my friends, explains my absence for the last few days.  I’ve been knee deep in fun.  Well, my kind of fun.  I hope that you’re doing something that feeds your soul and takes you away from the crazy world from time to time.  We all need it.  My talents are meager but I still find joy in using them. Use up what the universe gave you - your singing voice, your athleticism, your musical talents, your green thumb, your baking skills, whatever it is!  Don’t waste your gift.  You don’t have to be the very best at it, you don’t have to make money from it, if you enjoy it - that’s enough.  Don’t turn pleasure into pressure. On that note, I’ll wrap up this rambling post. Sending out oodles of love and crossing my fingers that the groundhog sees his shadow tomorrow. I know, I know, everyone else is sick of winter.  I just want one blizzard and then I’ll shut up.  We woke up to a dusting of snow today and it was gone by noon. Not good enough.  Come on,  Punxsutawney Phil - throw me a bone!

Hear me out, even if it stays chilly we’re still gaining daylight, right? Win-win! Until tomorrow - stay safe, stay well.

Nancy  

[splatteredfingers]

NAME: Daxton Rogers

RESIDENCE: Atlanta, Georgia. 

TYPE OF BED:  King size. Plain wooden headboard. Short footboard in a matching color. 

NUMBER OF BLANKETS:  One comforter and one sheet in summer. In winter, he usually layers on another warm blanket or two.

NUMBER OF PILLOWS:  Three Pillows.

TYPE OF CLOTHING: Sleeps in t-shirts and underwear or pajama pants and a baggy hoodie if colder weather. Sometimes, on rare occasion, he’ll sleep in a full outfit, too tired to change out of it. 

DO THEY SLEEP WITH COMPANY?: Semi-frequently. 

DO THEY SLEEP BETTER WITH COMPANY?: Depends on the company, but usually. 

DOES IT MATTER WHERE THEY SLEEP?: Yes. Outside of his own bed or a soft couch, Dax has a hard time getting comfortable enough to sleep unless he’s exhausted. 

WHAT DO THEY DO IF THEY CANNOT FALL ASLEEP?: Paint, sketch, clean around the house, watch Bob Ross paint for the millionth time, stream something on Netflix or Youtube. 

FREQUENT DREAMS, NIGHTMARES?: Light sleeper. Rarely experiences dreams in his adulthood. 

DEEP SLUMBER OR NAPS?:  Why not BOTH? 

WHEN DO THEY SLEEP?:  Night, Anytime Between 8PM and 11PM if he’s being good. If he’s staying up late to paint, it could be into the wee hours of the morning between 2 and 4 AM. Occasionally an Afternoon Nap, preferably on a Hammock or Couch.

WHAT COULD WAKE THEM UP?: Much of anything. He’s a very light sleeper. 

EARLY OR LATE RISER:  Early  Riser. Used to running on a small amount of sleep. Tends to stay up late painting and then rising early in the morning for a jog. Sometimes, goes back to bed after his morning workout. 

stolen ages ago. so you’re welcome to steal it from me.

[praxcrown5]

Adding to this:

For my cars fanfic, I have researched all of the following:

-Mechanical engineering and classic car restoration practices including, but not limited to, chrome electroplating, sheet metal repair pre bondo, types of paint used in cars before the advent of acrylic polyurethane, the sorcery that is metallic paint, etc...

-How to rebuild the front shock and wheel assemblies for a 1949 Oldsmobile 88 Rocket. Someone was nice enough to scan in the contents of an old garage manual...and it's a fascinating read. http://edge-op.org/1949_Oldsmobile/index.php#contents

-Prohibition, and bootlegging in Dawsonville and Atlanta GA, during the 20s, 30s, and 40s

-How to make moonshine

-How to accurately convey, in writing, the fact that one of my OCs speaks with a heavy Appalacian accent (SE Kentucky sub-dialect)

-The origins of NASCAR and how it tied into bootlegging and prohibition

-Historical layouts of the Hudson Motorcar Company, Oldsmobile, and Cadillac factories in Detroit, MI

-Logging practices and logging machinery/equipment

-The size of a 51' Hudson Hornet's gas tank

-Classic stock car racing venues, especially Langhorne Speedway and all the crazy shit that went down there

This is why I read the reddit comments

[varlski566]

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'''Spirit{{px2}}'''('''s''') commonly refers to:

[[Liquor]], a distilled alcoholic drink

[[Spirit (animating force)]], the non-corporeal essence of living things

[[Spirit (supernatural entity)]], an incorporeal or immaterial being

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== Liquids ==

[[Tincture]], an extract of plant or animal material dissolved in ethanol

[[Cologne spirit]], also known as drinking alcohol

[[Petroleum spirit (disambiguation)]] ** [[Motor spirit]], a clear petroleum-derived flammable liquid that is used primarily as a fuel ** [[Petroleum ether]], liquid hydrocarbon mixtures used chiefly as non-polar solvents ** [[White spirit]] or mineral spirits, a common organic solvent used in painting and decorating

== Philosophy, religion and folklore ==

*[[Spirituality]], pertaining to the soul or spirit *[[Holy Spirit]], a divine force, manifestation of God in the Holy Trinity, or agent of divine action, according to Abrahamic Religions

[[Great Spirit]], conception of a supreme being prevalent among some Native American and First Nations cultures *[[Vitalism]], a belief in some fundamental, non-physical essence which differentiates organisms from inanimate, material objects *''[[Pneuma]]'', an ancient Greek word sometimes translated as 'spirit' *[[Soul]], the spiritual part of a living being, often regarded as immortal *[[Mind–body dualism]], the view that mind and body are distinct and separable *''[[Geist]]'', a German word corresponding to ghost, spirit, mind or intellect *[[Psyche (psychology)|''Psyche'' (psychology)]], a Greek word for 'soul' or 'spirit' and used in psychology *[[Genius (mythology)]], a Latin word for a divine spirit present in every individual person, place, or thing

== Mood ==

Spirit, a [[mood (psychology)|mood]], usually in reference to a good mood or optimism ("high spirits")

Spirit, a feeling of social cohesiveness and mutual support, such as: ** [[School spirit]], a sense of a supportive community at an educational institution ** Team spirit, such as that encouraged by [[team building]] activities

== Companies and brands ==

[[SPIRIT Consortium]], a group of vendors and users of electronic design automation tools

[[Spirit (Belgium)]], a name for the Social Liberal Party, a Flemish left-liberal political party

[[Spirit Airlines]], an American ultra-low-cost carrier

[[Spirit of Atlanta Drum and Bugle Corps]], based in Atlanta, Georgia

[[Spirit DataCine]], a device for digitization of motion picture film

[[Spirit DSP]], a company that develops software for voice and video communication

[[Spirit Petroleum]], an American brand created by the Petroleum Marketers Oil Corporation

[[Spirit Pub Company]], in the United Kingdom based in Burton upon Trent

[[Spirit (Sirius)]], a Contemporary Christian music radio station

== Film and television ==

[[Spirit (franchise)|''Spirit'' (franchise)]], a media franchise ** ''[[Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron]]'', a 2002 animated film that launched the franchise

[[The Spirit (2008 film)|''The Spirit'' (2008 film)]], a film based on the Eisner comic

[[The Spirit (1987 film)|''The Spirit'' (1987 film)]], an American made-for-television film based on the Eisner comic

[[Spirit (2012 film)|''Spirit'' (2012 film)]], a Malayalam satirical comedy film

[[Spirits (TV series)|''Spirits'' (TV series)]], a 2004 Philippine fantasy series ** ''[[Spirits Reawaken]]'', a 2018 web series and remake of the 2004 show

[[Spirits (Stargate SG-1)|"Spirits" (''Stargate SG-1'')]], a television episode

[[Spirit (G.I. Joe)|Spirit (''G.I. Joe'')]], a fictional character

[[Spirit (She-Ra)|Spirit (''She-Ra'')]], a fictional character

Spirit, a character from the ''[[Ōban Star-Racers]]'' animated television series

== Music == ===Bands===

[[Spirit (band)]], an American 1960s and 1970s rock band

[[Spirits (band)]], a 1995 male/female dance music duo from England

===Albums===

[[Spirits (Albert Ayler album)|''Spirits'' (Albert Ayler album)]], 1966

[[Spirit (Spirit album)|''Spirit'' (Spirit album)]], 1968

[[Spirits (Lee Konitz album)|''Spirits'' (Lee Konitz album)]], 1971

[[Spirit (John Denver album)|''Spirit'' (John Denver album)]], 1976

[[Spirit (Earth, Wind & Fire album)|''Spirit'' (Earth, Wind & Fire album)]], 1976

[[Spirit (Malachi Thompson album)|''Spirit'' (Malachi Thompson album)]], 1983

[[Spirits (Keith Jarrett album)|''Spirits'' (Keith Jarrett album)]], 1985

[[The Spirit (album)|''The Spirit'' (album)]], 1991

[[Spirits (Gil Scott-Heron album)|''Spirits'' (Gil Scott-Heron album)]], 1994

''Spirit'', a 1995 album by [[Caroline Lavelle]]

[[Spirit (Sean Maguire album)|''Spirit'' (Sean Maguire album)]], 1996

[[Spirit (Willie Nelson album)|''Spirit'' (Willie Nelson album)]], 1996

[[Spirits (Misato Watanabe album)|''Spirits'' (Misato Watanabe album)]], 1996

[[Spirit (Jewel album)|''Spirit'' (Jewel album)]], 1998

[[Spirits (Pharoah Sanders album)|''Spirits'' (Pharoah Sanders album)]], 2000

[[Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron (soundtrack)|''Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron'' (soundtrack)]], 2002

''Spirit'', a 2006 album by [[Apse (band)|Apse]]

[[Spirit (Eluveitie album)|''Spirit'' (Eluveitie album)]], 2006

[[Spirit (J-Rocks album)|''Spirit'' (J-Rocks album)]], 2007

[[Spirit (Leona Lewis album)|''Spirit'' (Leona Lewis album)]], 2007

[[Spirit (Preston Reed album)|''Spirit'' (Preston Reed album)]], 2007

[[Spirit (This Condition EP)|''Spirit'' (This Condition EP)]], 2010

[[Spirit (Hitomi album)|''Spirit'' (Hitomi album)]], 2011

[[Spirit (Reckless Love album)|''Spirit'' (Reckless Love album)]], 2013

[[Spirit (Amos Lee album)|''Spirit'' (Amos Lee album)]], 2016

[[Spirit (Depeche Mode album)|''Spirit'' (Depeche Mode album)]], 2017

[[Spirits (Nothing More album)|''Spirits'' (Nothing More album)]], 2022

===Songs===

"Spirit" by War from ''[[The Black-Man's Burdon]]'', 1970

"Spirit" by Van Morrison from ''[[Common One]]'', 1980

[[Spirit (Bauhaus song)|"Spirit" (Bauhaus song)]], 1982

"Spirit" by Faith No More from ''[[Introduce Yourself]]'', 1987

"Spirit" by [[Phuture]], 1994

[[Spirits (Meja song)|"Spirits" (Meja song)]], 2000

"Spirit" by Caesars from [[Paper Tigers]], 2005

"Spirit" by Ghost from ''[[Meliora (album)|Meliora]]'', 2015

[[Spirits (The Strumbellas song)|"Spirits" (The Strumbellas song)]], 2015

"Spirit" by [[J Hus]], 2017

[[Spirit (Kwesta song)|"Spirit" (Kwesta song)]], 2017

"Spirit!!" by Band-Maid from ''[[World Domination (Band-Maid album)|World Domination]]'', 2018

[[Spirit (Beyoncé song)|"Spirit" (Beyoncé song)]], 2019

==Places==

[[Spirit (community), Wisconsin]], an unincorporated US community

[[Spirit, Wisconsin]], a US town

== Sports ==

[[Spirit (gamer)]] (born 1996), South Korean esports player

[[Spirit Racing]], a 1980s auto racing team

[[Team Spirit (esports)]], a Russian esports organization

== Vehicles ==

[[Advanced Soaring Concepts Spirit]], a single-seat glider

[[AMC Spirit]], a subcompact automobile built from 1979 to 1983

[[Northrop B-2 Spirit]], a US Air Force stealth bomber

[[Dodge Spirit]], a mid-size car built from 1989 to 1995

[[Spirit-class cruise ship|''Spirit''-class cruise ship]], operated by Carnival Cruise Line and Costa Cruises

[Spirit (rover)], one of two rovers in NASA's Mars Exploration Rover Mission

[[World Aircraft Spirit]], a Colombian/American light-sport aircraft

==Other uses==

[[Spirit (building)]], a skyscraper on the Gold Coast in Queensland, Australia

[[Spirit (comics character)]], title character of the comic strip ''The Spirit'' by Will Eisner

[[Spirit (media personality)]] (born 1975), American television and radio personality

[[Spirit (sculpture)|''Spirit'' (sculpture)]], a statue depicting John Denver by Sue DiCicco in Colorado, US

''[[Spirit: A Magazine of Poetry]]'', a 20th-century poetry magazine published by the Catholic Poetry Society of America

[[The Spirit (statue)|''The Spirit'' (statue)]], a statue of Michael Jordan outside Chicago's United Center

[[Spirit Parser Framework]], an object-oriented parser-generator framework

[[37452 Spirit]], an asteroid named after the Mars rover

Spirit, an item introduced in ''[[Super Smash Bros. Ultimate#Spirits|Super Smash Bros. Ultimate]]''

== See also ==

[[The Spirit (disambiguation)]]

''[[Spirited]]'', a 2010 Australian TV drama series

[[Spirited (film)|''Spirited'' (film)]], an American Christmas musical film

[[Spiritual (disambiguation)]]

[[Spiritus (disambiguation)]]

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