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26 September 2017 17:24
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whenever one of my computers breaks
I feel horrible about it
like I, personally, have screwed up like no sensible mortal should ever.

rather than the whole thing where entropy is and sooner or later you have to deal.

in related news, new laptop has gone from nice to have to actual necessity
since this book size tablet can barely internet, and don't reach complicated things.
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Posted by Barbara Sostaita

Gloria Anzaldúa, feminist, queer, disabled, Chicana writer and activist, would’ve turned 75 today.

Most well-known for her first book, Borderlands/La Frontera: The New Mestiza, Anzaldúa’s work asks us to enter nepantla — those painful, in-between spaces where transformation and healing can happen. She likens nepantla to the experiences of border crossers, who also move within and among multiple worlds and whose lives refuse to be boxed into a single identity or category. She argues that our mestizaje — our in-betweenness and our multiplicity — opens us up to dangers and woundings but also allows us to develop unique, transformative modes of thinking.

Refusing to “tame her wild tongue” or allow “labels to split her open,” Anzaldúa — the healer of  la herida abierta (the open wound) and “curandera of conquest” — is one of the most important twentieth-century feminist theorists. Here are five quotes from Anzaldúa to inspire your resistance and inch you closer to nepantla:

On writing as an act of resistance and communal care: 

Why am I compelled to write? Because the writing saves me from this complacency I fear. Because I have no choice. Because I must keep the spirit of my revolt and myself alive. Because the world I create in the writing compensates for what the real world does not give me. By writing I put order in the world, give it a handle so I can grasp it. I write because life does not appease my appetites and hunger. I write to record what others erase when I speak, to rewrite the stories others have miswritten about me, about you. To become more intimate with myself and you. To discover myself, to preserve myself, to make myself, to achieve self-autonomy . . . Finally, I write because I’m scared of writing but I’m more scared of not writing.

On spiritual excavation and the intimacies of resistance: 

No nos podemos quedar paradas con los brazos cruzados en media del presente. (We can’t afford to stop in the middle of the bridge with arms crossed.) And yet to act is not enough. Many of us are learning to sit perfectly still, to sense the presence of the Soul and commune with Her. We are beginning to realize that we are not wholly at the mercy of circumstance, nor are our lives completely out of our hands . . . We are each accountable for what is happening down the street, south of the border or across the sea. And those of us who have more of anything: brains, physical strength, political power, spiritual energies, are learning to share them with those that don’t have. We are learning to depend more and more on our own sources for survival, learning not to let the weight of this burden, the bridge, break our backs. Haven’t we always borne jugs of water, children, poverty? Why not learn to bear baskets of hope, love, self-nourishment and to step lightly? Caminante, no hay puentes, se hacen puentes al anger. (Voyager, there are no bridges, one builds them as one walks.)

On abandoning “the master’s tools” and developing our own strategies of resistance:

But it is not enough to stand on the opposite river bank, shouting questions, challenging patriarchal, white conventions. A counterstance locks one into a duel of oppressor and oppressed; locked in mortal combat, like the cop and the criminal, both are reduced to a common denominator of violence. The counterstance refutes the dominant culture’s views and beliefs, and, for, this, is proudly defiant. All reaction is limited by, and dependent on, what it is reacting against. Because the counterstance stems from a problem with authority — outer as well as inner — it’s a step towards liberation from cultural domination. But it is not a way of life. At some point, on our way to a new consciousness, we will have to leave the opposite bank, the split between the two mortal combatants somehow healed so that we are on both shores at once and, at once, see through serpent and eagle eyes. Or perhaps, we will decide to disengage from the dominant culture, write it off altogether as a lost cause, and cross the border into a wholly new and separate territory. Or we might go another route. The possibilities are numerous once we decide to act and not react.

On “overcoming the tradition of silence”:

Until I am free to write bilingually and to switch codes without having always to translate, while I still have to speak English or Spanish when I would rather speak Spanglish, and as long as I have to accommodate the English speakers rather than having them accommodate me, my tongue will be illegitimate. I will no longer be made to feel ashamed of existing. I will have my voice: Indian, Spanish, white. I will have my serpent’s tongue — my woman’s voice, my sexual voice, my poet’s voice. I will overcome the tradition of silence.

On political struggle as a spiritual undertaking: 

Activism is engaging in healing work. It means putting our hands in the dough and not merely thinking or talking about making tortillas. It means creating spaces and times for healing to happen, espacios y tiempos to nourish the soul . . . It’s frustrating when healing doesn’t happen immediately. Some of us choose to slow down the healing work or choose not to heal because we’ve become familiar and comfortable with our wounds. We may be afraid that our entire life will change if we heal. And it will . . . plunge your hands into the mess, plunge your hands en la masa, into embodied practical material spiritual political acts.

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I was a bit irked - apart from my previously stated historical-accuracy nitpicks - by the representation of women in The Limehouse Golem - no positive ties between any of the women characters, apparently either bitches or victims (even if the denouement complicated that), and the idea that Gay Men Were Their (unsuccessful and even deluded) Saviours.

And then I read some interview with I think Peter Ackroyd himself about the original novel and the film (cannot remember whether it was in the paper or online somewhere), and the opinion was expressed that in 1880, only a man dressed as a woman could speak for women.

A dubious proposition, I contend, in that there is also a tradition of drag as a way of expressing misogyny.

But women in 1880 were not silenced: this was a mere 3 years before the campaigns against the Contagious Diseases Acts (and when people are talking about statues of women, when will we have one for Josephine Butler?) obtained the suspension of the Acts, which were repealed in 1886. The 'Shrieking Sisterhood' as they were described in the hostile press, were very much not silent and not inarticulate.

Nor was this entirely about middle-class women. I'm pretty sure that women music hall performers expressed certain dissatisfactions with the state of things as they were in gender relations. There were also the drag kings of the day sending up men, if only by gentle subversion.

I can see it makes for a powerful narrative to have a woman so silenced that she can only make a protest by violent physical means, but I don't think that can be turned into a master-narrative for the entirety of society at that era.

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In short, hm. Could go either way.

Spoilers wonder when internal communication systems are going to be used )

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26 September 2017 06:26
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Posted by Daily Otter

As you might recall, Vancouver Aquarium took in little Hardy, now four months old, after he was found alone near Vancouver Island this summer. He's doing really well in his new home and has now made a new friend in 13-year-old resident otter Tanu! Vancouver Aquarium writes:

“It was a very successful introduction; even better than we anticipated,” said Kristi Heffron, senior marine mammal trainer at Vancouver Aquarium. “It took Hardy a moment or two to realize that Tanu had joined him in the Finning Habitat. Then Tanu went to Hardy and put him on her chest, just like a mother would do to her pup. There was lots of sniffing and exploring and some vocalizing – all natural otter behaviour. After a little while, we saw them both swimming, grooming, and eating independently. They’re quite comfortable together.”

Vancouver Aquarium has a lot going on for Sea Otter Awareness Week this year, so if you're in the area, be sure to stop by! Otherwise, click here to find an event near you. And catch up on our previous posts on Hardy by visiting his tag

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Posted by Heather Pringle, Amorina Kingdon

The sea suffers for fashion. Kombucha leather and leased jeans to the rescue.

by Heather Pringle, Amorina Kingdon | 2,900 words

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25 September 2017 23:44
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1. I have to go in to jury duty again tomorrow. They didn't even do the juror selection process today, just picking people who might be selected, telling us about the case, and then telling us to come back tomorrow. D: But! Traffic wasn't bad getting down there or back, and I had a nice lunch while I was there (no thanks to the dire cafeteria in the courthouse, but there was a nice little restaurant in a neighboring building), and I read a lot. The book I'm reading went from 17% complete to 70%!

2. We were watchig youtube videos tonight and someone mentioned milkshakes, and I thought man, that sounds really good! And I actually had some cash, so when we took our walk tonight, we stopped in the former Foster Freeze around the corner and got shakes. :D

3. We use reusable shopping bags most of the time and so don't really have paper bags around much, so Jasper has never actually played in one until the other day, but he really loves it. (The girls seem happy to have a bag to play with, too, so I guess I'll be keeping one out all the time along with their assortment of cardboard boxes.)

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25 September 2017 22:43
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Maybe it'll ... get better?

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