for valentine’s day:
the single person’s multidimensional, intergalactic, CV.
otherwise known as…
THE BEGGAR’S ANTHEM.
remember in highschool when valentine’s day was a pissing contest to see who got the biggest stuffed bear, the most balloons, the most cards?
that was pretty wack huh
(i probably just say that cause i never got any valentines at school (or anywhere else))
Happy Valentine’s/Galentine’s to you all! <33
why is it that when white people invaded North America and killed millions of Native Americans they were called “settlers” but when Black and Brown people cross the border they’re called “illegals”?
why is it that when white people kidnapped sold and enslaved millions Black people it was called a “trade”, but when Black and Brown people steal products it’s called “robbery”?
In another words, sit down and shut up, that’s why. White petulance…
People starving when tons of unsold food is thrown away globally because people couldn’t afford to purchase the food, that’s violence.
People dying and going bankrupt to pay for their healthcare, that’s violence.
People being evicted from their homes when there are more houses than there are houseless people, that’s violence.
This is so important.
when a vintage cartoon theme song knows more about how the world really works than most people:
"when in this world the headlines read,
of those whose hearts are filled with greed,
who rob and steal from those who need…”
if you don’t have terrible vision you don’t understand what it’s like lying in bed with your glasses off vs lying in bed with your glasses on. when you don’t have your glasses on the world is a hazy blur. the only thing that exists is the two feet surrounding you. basically your bed. not wearing your glasses in bed is like a comforter for your mind. it’s like, “this is it. this is the only world i see right now.” having 20/20 vision in bed must be exhausting. what’s it like having to look at all these things that aren’t your pillow? i can’t even see the clock from here. not even time exists in my bed world.
i really can’t even hear clearly without my glasses on…
Brandon Mayfield was a US Army veteran and an attorney in Portland, OR. After the 2004 Madrid train bombing, his fingerprint was partially matched to one belonging to one of the suspected bombers, but the match was a poor one.
Brandon Mayfield was a US Army veteran and an attorney in Portland, OR. After the 2004 Madrid train bombing, his fingerprint was partially matched to one belonging to one of the suspected bombers, but the match was a poor one. But by this point, the FBI was already convinced they had their man, so they rationalized away the non-matching elements of the print, and set in motion a train of events that led to Mayfield being jailed without charge; his home and office burgled by the FBI; his client-attorney privilege violated; his life upended.
At every turn, the FBI treated evidence that contradicted their theory as evidence that confirmed it. Mayfield’s passport had expired and he couldn’t possibly have been in Madrid? Proof that he was a terrorist: he must be using his connections with Al Qaeda to get false papers so that his own passport isn’t recorded as crossing any borders. Mayfield starts to freak out once he realizes he’s under surveillance? Aha! Only the guilty worry about having their homes burgled by G-men!
The FBI was so sure of their theory that they lied to a judge during their campaign against him. His story is the perfect embodiment of “confirmation bias” — the tendency of human beings to give undue weight to evidence that confirms their existing belief and to discount evidence that rebuts it. Confirmation bias is one of the underappreciated problems of mass surveillance: gather enough facts about anyone’s life and you can find facts that confirm whatever theory you have about them.
This is horrifying.
A review and a giveaway
I am so very picky about my paper and the way that my history-themed art should look; I often use subdued, very natural-looking colors and like that stereotypical “old fashioned” look of old paper made with natural fibers.
I’ve tried colored paper in the past and have been very unimpressed. But this winter with some Christmas money, I splurged and bought both the tan-toned and gray-toned sketchbooks by Strathmore. Now, I have quite a long history with Strathmore; I like most of the company’s products that I try. As I said before, though, I’m really really picky about my paper.
And I have to say, these sketchbooks did not disappoint me. The paper is quite thick, enough that you can color on it with Sharpies and Copic markers, and while they do bleed through, it is not enough to stain the next sheet underneath. The tooth is very fine for a pleasantly smooth surface. I do have some trouble erasing my pencil lines, but I think that’s mostly my fault as I draw very dark. Pencil lead, ink and gel pens show up quite beautifully on this paper. It is ring-bound where I prefer hard-cover, but it more than makes up for that by having its pages pre-perforated so that they are easy to tear out and scan. And it’s acid free and also made with recycled materials, definitely an added plus.
So I am giving away one Strathmore sketchbook of 50 sheets of 9 in. by 12 in. tan-toned paper. To be entered to win this sketchbook, you don’t need to be following my blog (although that’s always appreciated!), you just have to reblog this post. You can reblog as many times as you like.
On Feb. 13, my birthday, I will use a random number generator to choose a winner.
Four more days until the drawing! Snrk. :3 You still have a chance to win this fabulous sketchbook!