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He wore heels AND a pink dress?!
It’s called “environmental amnesia” and it’s an actual issue environmentalists discuss how to combat. The climate crisis makes it more widespread but it’s been something that’s happening for generations. The story of The Lorax describes it beautifully. The idea that what you remember is what you consider normal, but if the changes happen slowly over generations, you don’t see how large they are because you don’t personally remember them being very different, even if you were told stories about it.
climate grief is also a thing.
That feeling where you go " didn't we used to have four seasons? It wasn't this hot when I was a kid was it??" And then you have to figure out if it's just that you're getting older. And then it turns out no the entire planet is falling apart.
It’s called “environmental amnesia” and it’s an actual issue environmentalists discuss how to combat. The climate crisis makes it more widespread but it’s been something that’s happening for generations. The story of The Lorax describes it beautifully. The idea that what you remember is what you consider normal, but if the changes happen slowly over generations, you don’t see how large they are because you don’t personally remember them being very different, even if you were told stories about it.
climate grief is also a thing.
That feeling where you go " didn't we used to have four seasons? It wasn't this hot when I was a kid was it??" And then you have to figure out if it's just that you're getting older. And then it turns out no the entire planet is falling apart.
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Who would win?
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What the fuck does the back end of this website look like
Say you'll stay with me blogging until the horse poll closes
Hey if you're coming to Washington DC for the Fourth of July: don't
We're having our turn in the heat wave and reports from the National Mall are brutal already this week. That screenshot is today's forecast (courtesy of the Capital Weather Gang) and tomorrow and Saturday are confidently going to be worse than this is.
The national Mall has no shade on the grass and you will be exposed to the sun constantly while also experiencing extremely high humidity. You will not be allowed a bag over a certain size to enter the mall and it has to be clear. You cannot have an insulated water bottle, it has to be clear. Reports are that there are two entrances to the area so you'll have to wait in line to even get in. I cannot find a number on how many cooling stations there are, except that it's "few" to "none" depending on what accounts I read online. Vendors are allegedly charging more than the posted prices and seem to be unprepared for actual crowds - these are the official vendors not the scam food trucks that park all around the edges of the mall. And that's the extent of the planning done because it was not a priority to make sure attendees don't pass out.
My local friends and I have reached a consensus that tourists are going to get extremely sick and none of us know what the EMT response or planning is on the mall this year. People are going to die.
Please stay out of this. It's not worth your health. Get your relatives and family to stop. I can give you recs for so many DC museums and things to do if you want to make the most of your trip. Any other local can too.
they dont tell you this but like half of adulthood is just washing the same FUCKING pan
WASHING THE FUCKING PAN AGAIN!!!!!
Your doing so good at increasing your skill stat in pan washing. I'm so proud of you. Best pan washer out there.
this is so nice thank u….
The Scottish cringe genuinely needs put to death. Looking at how much fun the Tartan Army had in Boston and Miami, and writing a piece like this is so miserably contrarian.
I genuinely believe the Scottish media needs a complete reset. To climb the ranks of any Scottish newspaper you need to be proactive in finding any sort of angle to chip away at anything we do culturally.
You need to lack any joy for life, and this ‘let’s calm down now’ attitude keeps us forever in this neat little shortbread tin.
To Scottish political commentators, Scottishness is something to be reserved for Burns Night and the Rugby Six Nations. Anything else and that’s just us getting above our station.

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Terrarium (2012), by John Brosio
talking about Rosie The Riveter, fun fact: while the We Can Do It picture has become the most-well known depiction of her in modern times, it wasn’t really a famous image when it was made–in fact, it wasn’t even intended to be her
the most famous depiction of Rosie The Riveter during WWII was probably Norman Rockwell’s painting
note what she’s resting her foot on
i fully support anti-fascist/anti-nazi butch lesbian rosie the riveter
Here are some things to remember when the Heritage Foundation-MAGA Republican idiots start spouting off this same old lie like they always do.
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They're opening the largest one from 1975 in like 19 months.
They’re opening the largest one from 1975 in like a month
They're opening the largest one from 1975 in like five days
Theyre opening the largest one from 1975 in four days
so guess who went to the time capsule
photos of the inside (part 2/?)
photos of the inside plus some of the items from the time capsule (part 3/?)
items from inside the capsule. guy on the Capsule Team (event volunteers, i imagine) said that this old beat up car was in the pyramid part of the capsule rather than in the underground chamber. iirc, you could pay a dollar to dent the car and then write your name on it— but window breaking was off limits! (part 4/?)
items inside the capsule. these were all stored in the house of davisson (another community project by the guy who made the time capsule). there were masks provided for anyone with health issues and it was super hot inside (part 5/?)
items inside the capsule. the paper has a list of some of the items in the capsule— the parking ticket for the car is a personal fave. had to take a short break from posting images because some kids blew up the park port-a-potty again. such is life (part 6/?)
more shelves of time capsule items! there were a lot of company donations. in the last pic, you can see the original groundbreaking shovel (part 7/?)
still more items from the capsule! ft. my purple shoe and the old car from part 4 (part 8/?)
finally, the pièce de résistance: the brand new 1975 chevy vega (as brand new as a car from 1975 that was buried underground for 50 years can be). near the car was a little tent with souvenir items and another tent where people who had placed an item into the time capsule (or whose relatives had done so) could fill out forms to retrieve their items. (part 9/?)
This is such a beautifully perfect illustration that museums don't just store stuff. Because this is what happens when you just leave stuff sitting somewhere for 50 years. It gets fucked. But the museum I work in has stuff that was collected between a hundred years ago and this year, and that stuff hasn't got fucked.
The difference is the active work of preservation that goes on in museums.

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TIL a family in Georgia claimed to have passed down a song in an unknown language from the time of their enslavement; scientists identified the song as a genuine West African funeral song in the Mende language that had survived multiple transmissions from mother to daughter over multiple centuries (x)
In 1997 Amelia’s daughter, Mary Moran, and other members of the Moran family were invited to Sierra Leone, West Africa, where they were welcomed in Freetown by Sierra Leone’s President and then flown by helicopter to the country’s interior. There, in the small village of Senehun Ngola, Mary and Bendu Jabati met and sang this song together for the first time. Years earlier, Bendu’s grandmother had told her that this song, which had been passed down in her village from mother to daughter for centuries, would one day reunite her to long-lost relatives.
In addition to finding out where in Africa her ancestors were abducted into slavery, Mary Moran discovered the meaning of the Mende song: a processional hymn for the final farewell to the spirit, it was sung in Senehun Ngola by women as they prepared the body of a loved one for burial.
(The OP's link leads to a site with a recording of the song sung by both Mary Moran and her mother, Amelia)