#white handed gibbon

[citrine-elephant]

just thinking about the way they flop and sit

[snototter]

A white handed gibbon or lar gibbon (Hylobates lar) in Khao Yai National Park, Thailand

by Jono Dashper

[pleistocene-pride]

The lar gibbon also known as the white handed gibbon is an endangered primate in the gibbon family, Hylobatidae which is native throughout Indonesia, Laos, Malaysia, China, Myanmar, Burma, Thailand, and Northern Sumatra. They sport the largest contiguous range of any gibbon species and typically inhabit lowland and submontane rainforest, mixed deciduous bamboo forest, and seasonal evergreen forest.They are a diurnal, arboreal, and social species which lives in familial groups comprised of a mated pair or polyandrous group and there young offspring which often communicate via there loud & distinctive calls. The diet is comprised mostly of fruit, leaves, flowers, vines, insects, and eggs. Lar gibbons are themselves eaten by tigers, clouded leopards, marbled cats, crested serpent eagles, and reticulated pythons. Both sexes reach around 16 – 24in (41 -61cms) in head to body length and 8-17lbs (3.6 -7.7kg) in weight. As gibbons they are true brachiators, propelling themselves through the forest by swinging under the branches using their arms. Reflecting this mode of locomotion, the lar gibbon has curved fingers, elongated hands, extremely long arms and relatively short legs. The fur of this animal can vary from dark brown to ginger, tan, or cream in coloration. Its face is black, with a distinct white ring of hair around it. Its hands and feet are also white. Mating may occur year round but typically peaks during the dry season around March, after a 6-7 month pregnancy a mother lar gibbon will give birth to a single baby. For the first 4 to 6 months of its life, the infant is nursed and carried around by its mother. She then carries it around less and less, and it begins eating solid food, before becoming fully weaned by 2 years old. After weaning it is primarily cared for by its older siblings, and after 3 years it in turn starts caring for its younger siblings as well. Lar gibbons reach sexual maturity between 6 to 9 years of age at which point they leave there familial group in search of mates. Under ideal conditions a lar gibbon may live upwards of 25 years.

[leggeteconme]

A beautiful gibbon from our trip to the zoo!! She(?) and I stared at each other for the longest time, and she was trying to communicate by tapping on the glass, and I felt really bad that the glass was so thick I couldn’t feel or return the vibrations… but there was still something incredibly special about sitting there looking into her eyes for so long, and after awhile she briefly left and came back with baby!! Highlight of my year honestly <333

[aryshacore]

just gibbing

[photographe-a-roulettes]

Gibbon à mains blanches - Il forme un couple monogame et reste fidèle à son partenaire à vie. Il peut avoir un petit tous les deux à trois ans, qui naît après environ 7 mois de gestation.

Lieu : Selwo Aventura, Espagne

[whats-in-a-sentence]

Gibbons generally live in family groups consisting of a paired male and female and their offspring. Siamang heterosexual pairs may be more closely bonded then those of White-handed Gibbons.

"Biological Exuberance: Animal Homosexuality and Natural Diversity" - Bruce Bagemihl

[tenth-sentence]

Nonreproductive sexual behaviors such as oral sex are also commonly performed in nonincestuous contexts, e.g., between a pair-bonded male and female.

"Biological Exuberance: Animal Homosexuality and Natural Diversity" - Bruce Bagemihl

[oh-dear-so-queer]

Male Gibbon sexual life is probably sequentially bisexual, characterized by alternating periods of heterosexual and homosexual activity, with occasional long-term exclusive homosexuality.

"Biological Exuberance: Animal Homosexuality and Natural Diversity" - Bruce Bagemihl

[vintagewildlife]

White-handed gibbons By: Camilla "Ylla" Koffler From: Living Mammals of the World 1969

[bumblebeeappletree]

In South Sumatra, conservationist Pungky Nanda Pratama is dedicating his life to conserving what is left of Sumatra’s rainforest.

He is thrilled to hear the call of the rare white-handed gibbon, a species that mates for life, which he describes as “super romantic”.

To show how many endangered species live in this rainforest, Pungky and some friends set up a camera trap project to photograph passing animals. Their footage includes the Sumatran Clouded Leopard, Sun Bears, and Asian Golden Cats.

Indonesia’s iconic wildlife relies on the health of these tropical rainforests.

The area where he is walking is supposed to be protected but already there are signs of open canopy due to illegal clearing, probably for coffee plantations. Palm oil and rubber is also grown in this region.

Pungky is working with local government agencies to collect protected flora from cleared land. Head of conservation for Region I, Martialis Puspito Khristy Maharsi of the Natural Resources Conservation Centre (BKSDA), says extinction is a real threat for some species.

Another threat is poaching for the flora and fauna itself.

Rescued plants are transferred to a large, purpose-built greenhouse. Here it is rehabilitated and propagated. There are about 5,000 specimens here, including hoyas, orchids, aroids, nepenthes and ferns. There are also ant plants (Myrmecodia tuberosa), which have a symbiotic relationship with ants: they provide habitat for ants to nest in their bulbous roots and receive protection from the ants who attack predatory insects.

Orchids such as the critically endangered primrose-yellow slipper orchid are often poached by orchid hunters, despite being protected by law internationally. By propagating through tissue culture, the team hopes to reduce pressure on the plant and return them to the wild.

The urge to collect exotic plants has fed this illegal trade in rare plants.

To help empower local communities on the front line of habitat loss, he works in schools to teach children about the plants and animals living in nearby rainforests. He teaches in 9 schools, some a six-hour walk from the nearest road. He says conservation is not a one- or two-year plan, but a lifetime plan to get communities involved and help find other ways to support their families.

He hopes that people will come to understand that humans depend on nature more than nature depends on us.

Featured Species:

White-handed gibbon (Hybolates lar)

Mitered leaf monkey (Presbytis melalophos)

Featured Plants:

Bulbophyllum sp.

Ant plant (Myrmecodia tuberosa)

Swain’s Coelogyne (Coelogyne swaniana)

Primrose-yellow slipper orchid (Paphiopedilum primulinum)

[why-animals-do-the-thing]

Mei and her daughter Joon, both Lar gibbons (also known as white-handed gibbons) at the Oakland zoo.

There are two of my favorite photos I've ever taken, because of the sheer luck in getting them. They were easily twenty feet up in the foliage of this tree, and Joon was happily rampaging across the habitat treetops as only a baby gibbon can do. So I picked a spot where I had a clear shot, set my autofocus to follow her, and set the shutter to burst every time I thought I got a glimpse of a blonde blur.

And then I checked my camera roll and found these two shots. I was stunned.

Joon was born on May 31st, 2023, so she's just a little under a year old in my photos.

[erosology]

There’s just something so attractive about listening to someone talk about a topic that they’re knowledgeable in, and history professor John Price is as dangerously handsome as they come

��� cw/tw: AFAB reader (femme anatomy, femme pet names), Professor!John Price, age gap, barely proofread, corruption kink, Price masturbates to the thought of Reader teehee

History is normally such a monotonous subject, all just memorization of dates and events that have the same general plot but different casting. But Professor John Price has a way of capturing attention. And no, it has nothing to do with just how devastatingly good he looks with a pair of thin-wire glasses on the bridge of his nose, cerulean eyes peeking over the frames as his muscular motions to the board full of dates behind him. Nor does it have anything to do with his penchant for wearing white button up shirts that are always just a little on the small side, fabric stretching across a broad chest and a few dark hairs poking up from the unbuttoned collar; slacks that hug his thighs in a way that leave very little to the imagination. And it has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that he has a mesmerizing voice—strong, easily carries over the lecture hall and captures the attention of even the most disinterested student, smoky like the cigars you can sometimes smell on your papers after he’s handed them back to you with a neat red A in the corner.

Okay, so maybe all of that contributes a little to your newly found passion for history.

Price’s class is one of the more popular ones on campus for a reason, after all, and everyone is interested in the enigmatic professor. His ring finger is always bare, and though that doesn’t necessarily mean he’s single by any means, most take that as a green light to send some flirtatious looks and remarks his way after class in an attempt to get a better grade. His love of military and war history is apparent with just how deep his knowledge goes in those particular parts of the subject, and especially with the socioeconomic effects of whatever war is the current topic.

“Truth is the first casualty of war, after all,” he said one day during a lecture that made you think there’s so much more to his love of military history than a degree and paycheck.

Which is exactly how you end up hanging around his desk one day after class, leaning on the wood, eyes never leaving his face as he continues on talking about the ripple effect that had to line up perfectly to kick off the events of the first World War. You aren’t dumb, you’re a straight-A student after all, and even worse is that Professor Price knows you aren’t dumb, but if he keeps getting the perfect view of your innocent face gazing up at him as if he’s reciting Edward Gibbon’s The History of the Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire from memory then he’ll treat you as the dumb little bimbo you’re trying to desperately to play.

It takes every bit of self-control to keep his large, experienced hands to himself, no matter how much your eyes scream “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!” because you play the role too fucking well. Elbows pushed together so the low cut t-shirt you’ve conveniently decided to wear today barely covers the swell of your breasts; cardigan hanging loosely around your shoulders, and Price has to fight the urge to pull the sides up to properly cover you; skirt swaying around your legs so temptingly; mary jane high heels bringing showing off your calves in a way that makes Price want to kiss them as he throws your legs over his broad shoulders; glossy lips wrapped around your pen as you nod along to his words, eyes so big and sweet lined with the perfect amount of eyeliner and framed with mascara. You’re sin and temptation wrapped up in a heart-wrenchingly gorgeous package, complete with a bow atop your head. He wants to corrupt you, wants to see how pretty you look with your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he splits you open on his cock, wants to feel how soft and plush your thighs are as he bounces you on his lap, needs to see you covered in his marks and begging for more. Fucking god, he needs you so cock-drunk and hungry off of him that no one else can satiate your appetite. You wouldn’t even be tempted by anyone else. He could take care of you, fulfill all of your needs. A pretty little thing like you deserves to be bed and wed and spoiled rotten so the only muscles you’d be moving is your—

Your cellphone ringing brings both of you back to reality, and it dawns on you on close your bodies are, as if discussing the political history of war is fucking foreplay for you two. It might as well be with how Price is looking at you with hungry eyes, pupils blown so wide that there’s only a cerulean ring around blackholes, tongue flicking out at his lip and his chest inflating as he takes in a calming breath.

“Right then, on you go,” he all but out right growls as you pull your phone out of your pocket. “We’ll see you in class tomorrow.”

“But, sir—” (he tries his best to ignore the way his neglected cock throbs at the title) “I don’t have your class again until Thursday.”

“I’m aware.”

Later that night, his hand and the thought of those fucking tempting eyes of your gazing up at him can’t even get him off, no matter how tightly he fists his cock, how much he moans your name, how desperately he moves his hand up and down himself. It’s not enough. He needs you, even if his attraction to you is morally questionable at best.

[voskhozhdeniye]

Musical Obsessions 2024

Airiel, quite a bit from them*

Alan Sparhawk: White Roses, My God*

Andy Stott, a lot from him.

Anna von Hausswolff, I'm going through her albums.

Austin Cesear's Cruise Forever

Autechre, I'm going through their albums.*

Bat For Lashes: The Dream of Delphi

Belong: Realistic IX

Beth Gibbons: Lives Outgrown

Beyoncé's 16 CARRIAGES, RIIVERDANCE, II HANDS II HEAVEN

billy woods, I'm rummaging through his albums.*

Biosphere, I'm drifting through his.

the body, I've gone through their albums. I've barely touch the collab albums.

Boris, I've been jumping through their albums.

Bowery Electric, I finally grabbed the last album.*

Burial: Dreamfear / Boy Sent From Above

The Caretaker, I'm randomly going through his albums.

Chat Pile: Cool World

Chelsea Wolfe: She Reaches Out To She Reaches Out To She

Cocteau Twins, I'm going through their albums.*

Coil, of course.

COLD GAWD: I'll Drown On This Earth

Colin Stetson: The love it took to leave you

The Cure: Songs Of A Lost World*

Danger Mouse & Black Thought's Cheat Codes*

The Decemberists' Joan in the Garden

DIIV: Frog In Boiling Water*

Emeralds, even more than last year.

Erykah Badu*

Fiddlehead, I've been listening to them a lot.

the fun years*

The Future Sound of London*

Glenn Branca, finally doing a deeper dive than I had in the past.

God Body Disconnect: Dreams to be Buried In

Godflesh, I'm slowly going through their albums.

Godspeed You! Black Emperor: “NO TITLE AS OF 13 FEBRUARY 2024 28,340 DEAD”*

Grouper, I'm going through her albums.

James Devane's Beauty is Useless

Jessica Pratt: Here in the Pitch*

Jon Mckiel: Hex

Kali Malone, I am slowly going through her albums.

Keeley Forsyth: The Hollow

Kendrick Lamar, it is what it is.

Kim Gordon: The Collective*

Laryssa Kim's Blue Velvet - Fortezza Sacra

Lawrence English, I'm randomly hopping through his albums too.

Lupe Fiasco: Samurai

Lussuria's Migrate Exquisite Corpse

Lustmord: Much Unseen Is Also Here

Man Without Country's Beta Blocker

Mary J. Blige, every song: I'll love you forever, every dude she's dating, time to fuck you over.

Midwife: No Depression in Heaven

Moon Diagrams: Cemetery Classics

Moor Mother: The Great Bailout / The Great Bailout (Deluxe)

Muslimgauze, by July I realized I'll never hear all of his work. Bless him.

Nala Sinephro: Endlessness

Nirvana*

Norman Westberg's After Vacation

Nu Shooz's I Can't Wait, is the song in my head at all times.

The Orb, I'm going through their albums.

Pharmakon: Maggot Mass

Rafael Toral, I've been going through his work.

Saul Williams, his music and his Twitter have helped me survive this year.

Shellac: To All Trains

Slow Blink, I've been going through her albums.*

Sprain's The Lamb As Effigy*

SUNN O))), a lot.

Uboa: Impossible Light

Unwound, slowly going through their albums.

Windy & Carl, I've been going through their work.*

Bold and italicized indicates a favorite released this year.

This list does not really show that this is the most music I've listened to in a year. I'm typing this on December 3rd, and expect to have 60,000 plays on Last.fm before the end of the year. 2022 was my previous high, 45,000+. I don't feel as musically burned out like I did at the end of 2022, but I really want to slow down next year.....

As usual, choosing a favorite is like pulling teeth, so I'll do something different this year.

Colin Stetson, Kim Gordon, Moor Mother, & Pharmakon are my favorites. Colin and Kim are for the musician in me. Moor Mother and Pharmakon are for the writer and musician in me.

The regular edition and deluxe edition of Moor Mother's album are two different mixes of the album. The regular edition chops what sounds like a long form spoken word piece into nine claustrophobic noise pieces. The deluxe version stretches them out into three twenty-minute extended pieces. The extra time allows them to be more cinematic in their scope. I think you see where I'm leaning. Also, I BE KNOWING. What happened to the person who wrote that?

I truly don't know radio music anymore. The "new" songs we get at work are all the hits from twenty years ago, and last decade Tswizzle garbage. @knightofleo around here, the white radio stations don't play anything from Beyoncé past 4, at work, nothing past I Am... Sasha Fierce, No Crazy in Love. The white stations remove Jay's verse. I believe we feel the same about him, but the whitewash is fucked up. They cut Wyclef out of Killing Me Softly with His Song.

I said my goal for this year would be to really check out noise rock bands. I started with Boris, and then moved to pure noise. My plan for next year is to check out early electronic music, Éliane Radigue and Catherine Christer Hennix come to mind. Along with contemporary and experimental classical. Harry Partch, La Monte Young, György Ligeti, Steve Reich, you see where I'm going with this. This also allows me to cheat and dip into "Third stream," which puts be back into jazz.

Airiel: That is a potent combo of earnest lyrics and shoegaze.

Alan Sparhawk: What a pure album.

Autechre: Going into their music, all I heard was how divisive LP5 was. I spent last year with the first three albums. First time listening to Chiastic Slide, and I knew where LP5 was going.

billy woods: Bless him, I'm so tired of this abusive relationship with hip-hop.

Bowery Electric: First album, guitars in your face. Second album, guitars slightly buried underneath beats. Third album, guitars papering trip-hop beats.

Cocteau Twins: For the longest time, '80s synth heavy music sounded like nails on a chalkboard to me. I remember being introduced to Kate Bush in 2003, and thinking it was the worst thing I had ever heard. I was recommended Cocteau Twins a little while after getting into Slowdive. I heard those synths, and was like nope. That's a barrier that's gone now.

The Cure: The new album sounds like a direct conversation with Disintegration. The older Robert Smith trying to send answers back to his younger self.

Danger Mouse & Black Thought: I heard about this before it was released a few years back, but never checked it out.

DIIV: I am not the biggest fan of the new sound, but it still produces beautiful music.

Erykah Badu: Over the summer, I started going through Erykah and Mary J. Blige's albums. I've always known their music, but had never really went through their albums on my own accord.

the fun years: They are interesting. Their early albums are exercises in tape loop experiments. Their album from last year sounds like a lost Boards of Canada album.

The Future Sound of London: Currently going through their and The Orb's albums. I'll probably lump Orbital in next year. I am very interested in the sound collage their songs are. Before my car started having problems, I was planning on buying an expensive sampler to run my synths through. Basically, I want to DJ Shadow my own music. I can do it with the computer, but I desire the physical feel of chopping audio up. I refer to Shadow because he's always been a touchpoint for me, but TFSOL and The Orb are more erratic/ambient at times.

Jessica Pratt: I love her voice.

Kim Gordon: This album effortlessly sounds like what I'm trying to do with my music at times. Just disgusting, corrosive, battery acid beats.

Nirvana: I am thirty-five. I have avoided Nirvana my entire life. I think you can guess why. I remember reading an article from someone who saw Joy Division live. They said, the problem is, those who weren't there will never understand the promise we saw in that band. Those too young to have been there can only view the band through the eyes of tragedy. After Kyle died, I figured fuck it. I love Bleach, that's an ugly fucking album. Nevermind is interesting. In Utero is terrifying. "I wish I was like you, easily amused." Yep.

Slow Blink: Thank you @the-inevitable-minor-fires

Sprain: I didn't grab The Lamb as Effigy until this year. That is a mental breakdown on tape.

Windy & Carl: Thank you @zombimanos

As for my music, I'm still inspired by the usual suspects. Thinking about the slipperiness of The Future Sound of London and The Orb, the crudeness of the body, and the dead weight thump of Andy Stott. Slow Blink and the fun years really have me thinking about tape loops. I don't have the time, space, or money to actually do them, but I'll grab a sampler next year. I have been denying myself the desire to make nasty harsh noise drones.

Last year's list.

[theiconicmeghanmarkle]

Two white supremacists jailed for terrorism offences after targeting Harry and Meghan's son in neo-Nazi podcast

At Kingston Crown Court on Thursday, 4 January, Christopher Gibbons was sentenced to 11 years imprisonment, and Tyrone Patten-Walsh, 34, to 10 years.

Both will also be subject to a 15-year-long notification order and serve three years on licence when they are released, to reduce their ability to cause further harm.

Gibbons, 40, described Harry and Meghan's son Archie as a "creature [that] should be put down" and called for the Duke to be "prosecuted and judicially killed for treason".

He made the comments on an extreme right-wing radio-style chat show he hosted with Patten-Walsh, who also had "profoundly offensive" extreme views, the court heard.

Using the aliases "Christopher White" and "Joseph Walsh", the pair aired homophobic, racist, antisemitic, Islamophobic and misogynistic views.

The two Londoners' podcast, called Lone Wolf Radio and later Black Wolf Radio, had by June 2020, when police intercepted it, 128 subscribers and around 9,000 views.

On the show, the pair promoted the view that "the white race was likely to be 'genocided' unless steps were taken to fight back", and approved of "the day of the rope", where people deemed "race traitors" would be hanged in a mass execution, in particular those in inter-racial relationships.

Yet pos Charles had a hand in the pulling of Harry's security.

[photographe-a-roulettes]

Gibbons à mains blanches - Il est capable de parcourir jusqu'à 15m entre les branches d'arbre en un seul élan. Au sol, il marche debout et utilise ses bras comme balancier.

Lieu : Zoo d'Amiens Métropole