abducent – anatomical term implying movement apart. [p. 186]
ablative – a taking or wearing away; grammatically, it implies motion away from something. [p. 470]
acciaccatura*– a musical quaver. [p. 832]
acclivity – a slope. [p. 582]
acervulus – an erupting fungal…
Anonymous asked: how do you feel about rob delaney becoming that guy selling his new book on here?
Imagine being so beholden to alcoholism that you can work a marketing job without acing yourself. Imagine getting so drunk that you drive your car into a wall. This wreck smashes one of the bones in your arm so badly that, to this day, you have a metal plate screwing its pieces together. The wrist on your other arm is also broken.
After coming out of the anesthesia from your surgeries you’re allowed the marginal pleasure of learning you didn’t kill anyone. But immediately after this you’re swept off the table where normal people live, down onto the floor of the world. In rehab, the stigma of having failed at life pushes the baited hook of your addiction all the way into your mouth, all day, every day. For months, you learn to live with that hook in your mouth, slowly—slowly—coming to realize that the slightest swerve from a tightly defined vector of recovery will sink that hook, make its line snap taut and haul your body into a darkened corner that no one ever leaves.
Imagine putting one foot in front of the other for months on end. Imagine forcing yourself not to hope for anything except one more day without drinking alcohol. Imagine the fear of having to go back into a world where advertising sells beer by envisioning it as an unstoppable silver freight train, barreling past the crystal clear streams of the Rocky Mountains, down Fifth avenue and straight into your mouth.
Imagine strapping those spurs onto your calves that linemen use to climb power poles. Imagine driving in piton after piton and ascending a leg of the table whose edge you drove off. Imagine getting to the top by a superhuman feat of endurance. Now imagine that that’s just the start of the struggle. That baited hook is always right there, swinging back and forth at the edge of your vision. Imagine that the best you can hope for, for the rest of your time on Earth, is to have this thing making its lazy arcs on the horizon of your life. Imagine that every time you get angry, every time you feel stupid, every time you want a reward for doing something unpleasant—it’s right there next to you, bobbing at head-height.
Imagine starting to live again. Imagine getting really good at making jokes. Imagine taking that talent you always had for being the center of attention, for being quick on the draw, and taking it apart. Learning the limits of talent and the usefulness of craft. Imagine making a joke no one thought was funny and the pleasure of knowing how to fix it.
Imagine getting married.
Now imagine that you get your old job back. You work it like a farmer before steampower. You do a pointless and trivial job as well as you can, not because you love it or because you believe in it, but because it is an anchor of your sobriety. All day, every day you work on the problem of selling different teenagers the same old acne cream. Imagine coming home to your family. When you sit down to dinner, you see your wife and kids lined up around the table like little Norman Rockwells and—in that moment where all your anchors are right there in front of you and are pulling in unison—the baited hook is as far away as it is possible for it to be.
But now imagine you’re Rob.
You don’t get your old job back. Instead, you force yourself into a occupation where every time you do your job, there is a bar in your line of sight. A job where, if you fail and are publically humiliated for being boring, you are in the same room as shelf upon shelf of alcohol. A job where, even when you succeed, there’s an endless line of half-drunk gladhanders who would love nothing more than to buy you a drink.
Imagine threading that needle, night after night.
Now imagine that someone gives you the chance to tell your story. Imagine that someone wants to pay you actual money you can spend on your kids in exchange for a book that says: “Crippling alcoholism isn’t a terminal disease!”. Imagine that they want to buy advertisements on busses to promote that message. Imagine that your big, grateful face is beamed into millions of houses as you say this to talk-show hosts. Imagine that you’ve been given the chance to make the tenacious fight for an ordinary life seem like just enough.
What would you do?
I would hire skywriters out of my own pocket to sell this book.
Saturn: Lord of the Rings
The Top 10 Images From The Cassini Probe
With the highly anticipated release of NASA’s latest image of Saturn, here’s a collection of our favorite images of the Ring World from the Cassini spacecraft.
Image Sources (In Order)
The Day The Earth Smiled: http://saturn.jpl.nasa.gov/news/newsreleases/newsrelease20131112/
In Saturn’s Shadow: http://photojournal.jpl.nasa.gov/catalog/PIA08329
A Splendor Seldom Seen: http://saturn.jpl.nasa.gov/photos/imagedetails/index.cfm?imageId=4703
Neon Saturn: http://saturn.jpl.nasa.gov/photos/imagedetails/index.cfm?imageId=2625
Infrared Scan Of Saturn And Its Rings: http://saturn.jpl.nasa.gov/photos/imagedetails/index.cfm?imageId=4898
Saturn … Four Years On: http://photojournal.jpl.nasa.gov/catalog/PIA11141
High Above Saturn: http://saturn.jpl.nasa.gov/photos/imagedetails/index.cfm?imageId=4899
Catching Its Tail: http://saturn.jpl.nasa.gov/photos/imagedetails/index.cfm?imageId=4329
Colorful Colossuses And Changing Hues: http://saturn.jpl.nasa.gov/photos/imagedetails/index.cfm?imageId=4631
Storm Tail In False Color: http://saturn.jpl.nasa.gov/photos/imagedetails/index.cfm?imageId=4410
— Yukio Mishima, Confessions of a Mask (via quijotist)
Marissa Alexander, the black Florida mother who was sentenced to 20 years in prison for firing a warning shot against her abusive husband, will get a new trail this spring. But her supporters were calling for the charges to be dropped altogether.
As we’ve previously covered, Alexander had a restraining order against her husband when he yelled, “Bitch, I will kill you!” and charged toward her during the incident in 2010. She fired a single shot into the ceiling, and no one was hurt. The sentence Alexander received would seem absurdly harsh in general, but especially since we’re talking about Florida here, where the right to “stand your ground” apparently applies to aggressors “threatened” by a bag of Skittles, but not to abused black women.
Last month, a court overturned Alexander’s original guilty verdict, and activists have called for the charges to be dropped. Instead the state is going to prosecute her once again. Alexander, who has already been in jail for three years while this all plays out, will find out next week whether she will be released on bail. The Free Marissa Now campaign will be fundraising to cover her legal costs for the new trial in March. The goal is to raise $10,000 by the end of the year, and you can help here.
Regardless of whether you watch Scandal or not, everyone needs to watch this and see Lisa Kudrow fucking nail her scene exploiting misogyny and sexism.
seriously this was like a religious experience
yuss. this was so good!
Like a lot of people, I’ve sort of left my mayoral duties to Isabelle in order to become a pokemon master.
In two days, I’ll probably be picking up Ace Attorney 5, and next month, a Link Between Worlds is coming out. So busy!
This comic is inspired by a tweet.
Consider that you can see less than 1% of the electromagnetic spectrum and hear less than 1% of the acoustic spectrum. As you read this, you are traveling at 220 km/sec across the galaxy. 90% of the cells in your body carry their own microbial DNA and are not “you.” The atoms in your body are 99.9999999999999999% empty space and none of them are the ones you were born with, but they all originated in the belly of a star. Human beings have 46 chromosomes, 2 less than the common potato.
The existence of the rainbow depends on the conical photoreceptors in your eyes; to animals without cones, the rainbow does not exist. So you don’t just look at a rainbow, you create it. This is pretty amazing, especially considering that all the beautiful colors you see represent less than 1% of the electromagnetic spectrum.”
— We Originated in the Belly of a Star, NASA Lunar Science Institute, 2012 (via ciggeret)
i took aidan to a nedelle show way back when and told her about it when i was doing some computer work for her recently. and she made a mix for us!
So there’s this thing that I’ve always known about, that @Karynthia, @Blackamazon, @so_treu @weseerace and @bad_dominicana discuss often, about how terms, ideas and scholarship that Black women create are not associated with their originators or even with any Black women at all (and not even speaking of just plagiarism; I mean erasure). Or worse, they’re used against Black women. Or even worse, people actively fight the terms’ existences especially within mainstream feminism.
Womanism. Intersectionality. Matrix of domination. Misogynoir. Four of the many concepts that are fought tooth and nail to not exist (especially the latter since it’s newest). Subject to the scrutiny of imperialist White supremacist capitalist patriarchy (this is bell hooks’ combined term) and how it shapes epistemology. Eventually once accepted, then they are disconnected from its originators often for the purpose of silencing other Black women. There’s people who use the terms and ideas to push their agenda (agendas that usually exclude Black women) yet none of the originators are anywhere on their sites. No tags. Not mentioned in conversation or teaching. Nowhere. And even when they discuss modern issues in feminism, they refuse to name Black women currently doing the work. They gladly name any White woman they’re referring to.
This is not about Black women wanting “White approval” as utterly boring and predictable Whites and some Black men (who also try to silence Black women with other Black women’s words) will suggest, a notion I already deconstructed in the past. It’s about a long history of taking and erasure. Taking. Erasure. This has a history as certain aspects of Black progressive politics are regularly appropriated and then used by Whites to shame or exclude Black people.
Anytime I mention Black women’s work, all of a sudden it becomes “unethical” or “greedy” to credit our work or idea spreading and education is deemed “impossible” if our names, contributions, ideas and praxis are mentioned. I am fascinated by multi-degreed, multiple column-writing White feminists who can’t figure out who coined “intersectionality” or what it actually means. This is willful ignorance shaped by a need to erase Black women’s work/relevance in feminism on the surface and marginalizes Black women, in general.
The first citation I’ve seen for three of these.
Gotschi, Thomas. Costs and benefits of bicycling investments in Portland, Oregon. Journal of Physical Activity and Health, 2011,8 (Suppl 1), S49-S58.
via oregon metro regional active transportation plan, aug. 2013 draft, pg.19.
Avatar: The Last Air Bender was great because it was incredibly thoughtful for a childrens show and gave the avatar Aang a lot of big issues to work through. There were love stories, but they evolved over time and didn’t take up all of the screen time. With Legend of Korra, it feels like the writers decided that now that there’s a girl at the center of the story, the show has to turn a high school gossip session over who-kissed-whom. Instead of spending time on character development, Legend of Korra mires its characters in absurd, round-and-round fights over who gets to date one another.
nooooooooooo i’ve been saving the legend of korra. wind out of my sails.