occupywatchdog:

The fun facts about trees in the fight against #globalwarming

occupywatchdog:

The fun facts about trees in the fight against #globalwarming

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Portrait of liminality, of uncertainty. 

Portrait of liminality, of uncertainty. 

sixpenceee:

A glitch in the matrix is an experience that proves something isn’t right in the world or sometimes your brain. 

Here are some creepy experiences that are supposedly true as reported by these users. 

  • DEAD BUT NOT DEAD

by reddit user 3clipse

I knew my uncle had died.

My mom had called me and told me the news. It was very sad. She told me in the middle of work and I told one of my coworkers. He expressed his condolences on my loss.

A couple weeks later, my sister mentioned my aunt and uncle doing something. I said “but…he’s dead.” And my sister said no, he wasn’t.

I called my mom. No, he wasn’t dead.

To this day I’m still not sure how much of it my brain imagined and how much was real. Did I really talk to my coworker? Was I even on the phone with my mom at all that day?

It still freaks me out knowing that my mind could fabricate so complete and real a memory like that.

  • WHY DID WE TALK LIKE THAT

by reddit user WittyRepost

Several years ago I woke up in bed next to my (now ex) girlfriend and we had a conversation in fluent French. I got up and got in the shower, and as the water started running I realized, neither of us spoke French. When I got out I asked her about it. She remembered it happening but was as confused as I was. I can’t even remember what we talked about because I don’t fucking speak French. Brains are weird.

  • FORGOTTEN 

by reddit user Joevual

My dad has epilepsy and says that he’ll experience this when he doesn’t take his meds. Sort of like a fugue state. He went to Aspen on a business trip to design a ski lodge and he forgot his meds at home. He was supposed to do a big presentation but he never showed up. His coworkers looked for him for hours until they finally found him walking down the highway in the snow, 8 miles from their hotel. Apparently he had completely forgot who he was, where he was, and why he was there. He figured if he just started walking he could piece things together and figure things out. He snapped out of it when he saw the familiar faces of his coworkers.

  • A DIFFERENT PATH

by reddit user A_lot_of_italics

One day I was walking to work and all of a sudden had an urge to walk a different path than usual. I work downtown in a big city. It was a strange spur of the moment urge to walk a different way that changed my life forever.

I turned into an alley I had never seen before. As I remember it, I made it about fifteen feet or so when an actual “glitch” happened. Everything in my mind scrambled. I felt like I didn’t have a body anymore, just that I was a semi-conscious entity floating through some weird dimension. All of a sudden in the array of different colors and shapes a vision came to me. It was a bunch of strange looking people that in my mind resembled businessmen in suits. They looked startled and panicked that I could see them. One of the “people” made a quick movement and everything turned to black.

When I regained normality, I was on a completely different street. It was the same street that I always use to walk to work. I felt sick, and severely disturbed/depressed.

I’ve never done any hard drugs, never experienced any hallucinations, never have had anything like this happen to me. The weird thing is, when the glitch was correcting itself and I could see those “people” watching me like a caged animal I had the feeling that I knew I was being controlled. It still bothers me very much to this day.

  • A SHARP BEND

by reddit user pistacchio

When I was like 10 or 11 I was going to the beach with my aunt and her friends. There were two cars of us. To get there we had to go through a very large industrial area. We didn’t know the direction, so our car was following the other. Suddenly, they did an unexpected turn and so our driver had to take a sharp bend.

In that moment we heard a very clear, loud voice inside the car saying laughing “Sharp bend, hm?!”. The driver immediately hit the brakes. We looked at each other, puzzled: we all recognized it as a voice not belonging to any of us.

In the very same time, we noticed that the other car has stopped as well. The other driver got out of the car with a scared face and shouted to us: “Did… did you hear that as well?”.

They heard the very same thing inside their car. The area around was full deserted.

  • THE SUICIDE DREAM

by reddit user 47attemptslater

When I was a teenager I had two really intense dreams one night. The first one was about an online friend of mine calling me to say she’d broken up with her boyfriend, and I sang a few lines of Seal’s “Don’t Cry” to her over the phone. The second dream was finding a (real life) friend dead body floating in her bathtub.

I didn’t think anything of it up until I logged online that evening and the online friend came online to tell me her boyfriend broke up with her. I immediately asked if I could call her, and she said no. I remember thinking that it meant something, like I could change it. Not long after, my phone rang, and it was Real Life friend from the dream calling me. I was completely freaked at this point, but talked to her normally… she was just talking about school and shit… up until I realized I heard a splash in the background. I asked her, “Are you in the tub?” and when she said yes I felt like my heart had stopped. I asked her, “What did you do?”. She didn’t answer me right away, and then after a very long pause she told me she’d taken an entire bottle of pills and chased it with mushrooms and vodka. She’d gotten scared waiting for it to hit her… so she called me so she’d hear someone’s voice. I hung up and called 911. By the time they got there she was unconscious, but alive. Today she’s a mom to a beautiful little girl, and she’s ok.

  • NO BRUISES OR SCRATCHES

by reddit user mbalsevich

Was monkeying on the hand rails of a balcony on the 4th floor of my building and fell off, as 2 of my buddies watched in horror.

I remember seeing the concrete floor approaching as I fell head first and thinking “oh fuck - I’m going to break my wrist” (Why my wrist? dunno)

Next recollection is seeing my buddies yelling, from up there, “Are you OK!? ARE YOU OK!?”.

I look up, I say: “What happened?”.

They did not see my actually hit the floor, they just ran outside and saw me already standing looking up.

Not a scratch, not a bruise, nothing hurted. I don’t remember hitting the floor, standing up, nothing. No memories exist for those 1 or 2 seconds.

None of us 3 ever understood what happened. But we all saw it and agree on what happened.

  • MY EYES ARE BURNING

by reddit user ClassicJenny

About 15 years ago my friends parents, Steve and Julie, were woken up at 1am to a very loud THUD that rattled the house. Worried that one of the kids had fallen out of the bunk bed Steve went downstairs to check on them but all three kids were sound asleep and safe in their beds. Julie told Steve to check the house in case of intruders so Steve checked the doors and windows before going outside to take a look.

After ten minutes of investigating the noise Steve came across nothing unusual and went back inside to go to bed. He found his wife absolutely worried sick and she demanded to know where the hell he had gone and what happened. Confused and tired Steve told her he found nothing and tried to calm her down before Julie pointed out that it was now 4am and that he had been missing for 3 hours. Julie had even gone outside to check on him and he was nowhere to be found and didn’t respond to her calling his name. Unable to figure out what happened they returned to bed and slept until Steve had to get up for work in a few hours.

Steve owns a painting business and a couple hours after working on a house he noticed his eyes started to feel itchy, then his eyes started to burn, then after a couple hours his eyes burned so badly that he was holding his eyelids open as to not blink because it felt like his lids were sandpaper against his eyes. His employees rushed him to the hospital and Steve was treated for second degree flash burns on his eyes. He was told his burns were equivalent to staring at a welders torch without eye protection for an extended period of time. His eyes were treated and he was lucky to have his vision fully restored.

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So that’s all I got for now. You can view the full thread here

So do any of you have experiences like this? A glitch in the system experience?

Make a post and tag “sixpenceee”! I would love to read them and will be reblogging the ones that really make me go “woah”

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stirpicus:

cyclonemetal:

in which Totoro boops Mana Ashida on the head.

Japanese child actress Mana was embarrassed that she couldn’t pronounce Guillermo Del Toro’s name so he gave her special permission to call him “Totoro-san” instead.

stirpicus:

cyclonemetal:

in which Totoro boops Mana Ashida on the head.

Japanese child actress Mana was embarrassed that she couldn’t pronounce Guillermo Del Toro’s name so he gave her special permission to call him “Totoro-san” instead.

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judgmentalmaps:

New York, NY (The Parts That Matter…)by RBD Enterprises
RBD Enterprises Copr. 2014. All Rights Reserved.

judgmentalmaps:

New York, NY (The Parts That Matter…)
by RBD Enterprises

RBD Enterprises Copr. 2014. All Rights Reserved.

Tags: nyc map map

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Not only TOMS, but also Starbucks and even Lockheed Martin and Wal-Mart have learned that linking their products to charitable causes makes for good business. We no longer buy only what we need, or even what broadcasts our identity. We buy what makes us feel like good people, and what makes us feel like members of a good, global community. The easy way to look at TOMS is to praise their charitable work. The harder, more troubling way to look at TOMS is to acknowledge it as an example of how corporations have assumed work most often associated with self-identified religious organizations: building community, engaging in charity, and cultivating morals.

TOMS is not alone in its willingness to link progressive social action with consumer spending. In fact, it exemplifies a broader corporate embrace of “conscious capitalism.” Coined by Whole Foods CEO John Mackey, this business model assumes that “the best way to maximize profits over the long-term” is to orient business toward a “higher purpose.” So Starbucks sells coffee to “Put America Back to Work,” the (RED) campaign raises money to fight AIDS, and—in the best example yet—Sir Richard’s Condom Company sends a condom to Haiti for each one it sells (“doing good never felt better”). Meanwhile, Bank of America logos decorate PRIDE banners and Lockheed Martin brags that it is a “champion of diversity.”

The globalization of neoliberal capitalism, and particularly the popularity of “conscious capitalism” as a practice and a discourse, signals a change in the landscape of U.S. religion and politics. “Neoliberalism” most often refers to a loosely cohering set of economic, social, and political policies that (1) seek to secure human flourishing through the imposition of free markets and (2) locate “freedom” in individual autonomy, expressed through consumer choice. But it is also a mode of belonging, where ritual acts of consumption initiate individuals into a global community of consumer agents. Within neoliberal logics of religious and political action, consumer transactions and corporate expansion are recast as forms of spiritual purification and missionary practice. And within conscious capitalism, the “higher purpose” is a world in which all people have a chance (or obligation) to participate in free markets—understood as a multicultural community of consumers.

For Mycoskie—whose title is “Chief Shoe Giver”—building this multicultural community is a theological mandate. He frames his Christian faith as a component of his personal relationship to the company. At the evangelical Global Leadership Conference, keynote speaker Mycoskie answered a question about whether TOMS represents any “biblical principles”: “TOMS represents a lot of different biblical principles. But the one I go back to again and again is the one in Proverbs. Give your first fruits and your vats will be full. … Because we did that and stayed true to our one-to-one model [even amidst financial strain], we’ve been incredibly blessed. We really did give our first fruits.”

In non-confessional settings, TOMS proffers a humanistic version of this prosperity gospel, recast for a neoliberal age. Losing the Bible quotes, the company emphasizes that the “fruits of faith”—in this case, economic success—abound for those who embody the ideals of authenticity, good intentions, and service. Or, “higher purpose” is profitable. TOMS is successful because it creates opportunities for people to live into their own “purpose” through a simple transaction: buying a pair of shoes.

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TOMS Shoes and the Spiritual Politics of Neoliberalism  (via lunagemme)

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kertia:

Troll erp.

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Stereotyped as “hyper-breeders,” Latinas have been targets of involuntary sterilization campaigns from Puerto Rico to California. Since 1994, with California’s Proposition 187 which sought to prevent undocumented immigrants from accessing public services, we’ve seen bill after bill designed to deny immigrant women the reproductive health care they need to make healthy and safe decisions about pregnancy.

Within the past decade, under administrations that have some of the worst track records on deportation, immigrant parents have been further characterized as “unfit” to care for their children. The Race Forward report, “Shattered Families” documents how common it is for detained parents to lose custody of their children to the foster care system, all due to poorly designed justice systems, and assumptions about how one should parent.

The reproductive and parenting choices of Latinas, and particularly indigenous Latinas, are often attacked as greedy, backwards, or uneducated, their lifestyles considered unhealthy. Here’s what is wrong and unhealthy: the reproduction of nativist, racist beliefs, and stereotypes about the choices that indigenous women and Latinas make about their bodies, pregnancies, and parenting.

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Mexican indigenous woman who was separated from baby allowed to pursue lawsuit against Mississippi welfare agency (via mujeristaxicana)

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Saw this mentioned on reddit today and it’s amazing! 

Saw this mentioned on reddit today and it’s amazing! 

delanceyland:

luhvmedead:

bethlosthermind:

Why can’t more people think like John Green?

this is probably my favorite john green quotation ever.

I LOVE JOHN GREEN

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comoespinademaguey:

El lugar donde comenzó la esclavitud
En la esquina de Constancia y Tenochtitlán, en el legendario barrio de Tepito, está la parroquia de la Concepción Tequipeuhcan (marcada con el número 1 en el mapa)  y la tradición oral del barrio dice que en esa parroquia habría estado la casa donde Cuauhtémoc se rindió ante Cortés.  Esto no sería imposible porque la zona que aparece en el mapa fue la última en caer ante el asedio de Cortés y sus aliados tlaxcaltecas.
El episodio de la captura de Cuauhtémoc, narrado por Cortés en su tercera carta de relación y retomado por muchos de los cronistas de la conquista, cuenta que un capitán de nombre Garci Holguín capturó a Cuauhtémoc (con el señor de Tacuba y otros principales) a bordo de una canoa y los llevó a la azotea donde él estaba, pero no da detalles precisos sobre el lugar donde fue capturado ni donde le fue entregado a él.  
Fernando de Alva Ixtlilxóchitl en su crónica de la conquista ubica a Cuauhtémoc el 12 de agosto (el día anterior a su captura) en Tlacochcalco, donde hoy está la Parroquia de Santa Ana (en la esquina de Peralvillo y Matamoros, marcada con el número 2 en el mapa).

Leopoldo Batres, en su Cartilla histórica de la ciudad de México dice que: “En el lugar hoy llamado Puente del Clérigo fue donde García Holguín, capitán español, navegando en el más ligero de sus bergantines, aprisionó a Cuauhtémoc y a su familia”. El puente del clérigo estaba sobre la que actualmente es la calle de Allende (marcada con el número 3 en el mapa), que desemboca a la Plaza de las Tres Culturas.
Al respecto de este dato, Jaime Montell, en La conquista de México Tenochtitlan remite a Humboldt, quien en su Ensayo político sobre el reino de la Nueva España dice: “El Puente del Clérigo, cerca de la plaza mayor de Tlaltelolco, se enseña a los extranjeros como el lugar donde cayó prisionero Cuauhtemotzin; pero de las indagaciones que he hecho con el P. Pichardo resulta que el joven monarca cayó en manos de García Holguín en un gran estanque que había entre la Garita de Peralvillo (en la calle de Peralvillo, casi esquina con Reforma, marcada con el número 4 en el mapa), la plaza de Santiago Tlaltelolco (actualmente Plaza de las Tres Culturas) y el puente de Amaxac. Cortés estaba en la azotea de una casa de Tlaltelolco cuando le llevaron al rey prisionero.”
 Alfredo Chavero, en una de sus anotaciones en las Obras históricas de Don Fernando Ixtlilxochitl editadas por él, dice: “Verdaderamente parece increíble que no pueda fijarse el lugar de la prisión  de Cuauhtémoc. Según unos cronistas, fue ya en la laguna, cuando trataba de ganar la orilla del Cuauhtlalpan: según otros fue en el lugar citado por Ixtlilxóchitl, del cual queda recuerdo en la plazuela llamada de la Lagunilla. 
Cerca de ella estaba el puente del Clérigo; y es tradición, que ése fue el sitio  en donde Holguín prendió á Cuauhtémoc.
Sin embargo del respeto que las tradiciones merecen, el relato de los pormenores de la prisión, y la circunstancia de que los bergantines de Holguín y Sandoval siguieron la canoa de Cuauhtémoc para darle alcance, hacen suponer  que navegaban en agua abierta, y que el suceso pasó en el lago entre el Norte  de México y las tierras de Atzcaputzalco, lugar que aproximadamente señalan  los primeros cronistas.”
Tenemos entonces que resulta imposible definir el lugar exacto de la rendición, pero tomando las distintas versiones no resulta improbable que haya sido el lugar donde el barrio la ubica, en la actual parroquia de la Concepción Tequipeuhcan. Como dato curioso adicional, el vocablo Tequipeuhcan, del que mucha gente dice que se deriva el nombre de Tepito, significaría “El lugar donde comenzó la esclavitud” (que se arma con: tequitl, trabajo -en este caso forzado forzado-, peuh, comenzar, can, donde).
Bibliografía1) De la Concepción Tequipeuhcan,  barriodetepito.com.mx2) Tercera carta de relación, Hernán Cortés3) Cartilla histórica de la ciudad de México, Leopoldo Batres4) Historia general de la Nueva España, Fernando de Alva Ixtlilxóchitl5) Obras históricas de Don Fernando Ixtlilxochitl, Alfredo Chavero6) La conquista de México Tenochtitlan, Jaime Montell
tetepehua / difundir 

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comoespinademaguey:

El lugar donde comenzó la esclavitud

En la esquina de Constancia y Tenochtitlán, en el legendario barrio de Tepito, está la parroquia de la Concepción Tequipeuhcan (marcada con el número 1 en el mapa)  y la tradición oral del barrio dice que en esa parroquia habría estado la casa donde Cuauhtémoc se rindió ante Cortés.  Esto no sería imposible porque la zona que aparece en el mapa fue la última en caer ante el asedio de Cortés y sus aliados tlaxcaltecas.

El episodio de la captura de Cuauhtémoc, narrado por Cortés en su tercera carta de relación y retomado por muchos de los cronistas de la conquista, cuenta que un capitán de nombre Garci Holguín capturó a Cuauhtémoc (con el señor de Tacuba y otros principales) a bordo de una canoa y los llevó a la azotea donde él estaba, pero no da detalles precisos sobre el lugar donde fue capturado ni donde le fue entregado a él.  

Fernando de Alva Ixtlilxóchitl en su crónica de la conquista ubica a Cuauhtémoc el 12 de agosto (el día anterior a su captura) en Tlacochcalco, donde hoy está la Parroquia de Santa Ana (en la esquina de Peralvillo y Matamoros, marcada con el número 2 en el mapa).

Leopoldo Batres, en su Cartilla histórica de la ciudad de México dice que: “En el lugar hoy llamado Puente del Clérigo fue donde García Holguín, capitán español, navegando en el más ligero de sus bergantines, aprisionó a Cuauhtémoc y a su familia”. El puente del clérigo estaba sobre la que actualmente es la calle de Allende (marcada con el número 3 en el mapa), que desemboca a la Plaza de las Tres Culturas.

Al respecto de este dato, Jaime Montell, en La conquista de México Tenochtitlan remite a Humboldt, quien en su Ensayo político sobre el reino de la Nueva España dice: “El Puente del Clérigo, cerca de la plaza mayor de Tlaltelolco, se enseña a los extranjeros como el lugar donde cayó prisionero Cuauhtemotzin; pero de las indagaciones que he hecho con el P. Pichardo resulta que el joven monarca cayó en manos de García Holguín en un gran estanque que había entre la Garita de Peralvillo (en la calle de Peralvillo, casi esquina con Reforma, marcada con el número 4 en el mapa), la plaza de Santiago Tlaltelolco (actualmente Plaza de las Tres Culturas) y el puente de Amaxac. Cortés estaba en la azotea de una casa de Tlaltelolco cuando le llevaron al rey prisionero.”

 Alfredo Chavero, en una de sus anotaciones en las Obras históricas de Don Fernando Ixtlilxochitl editadas por él, dice: “Verdaderamente parece increíble que no pueda fijarse el lugar de la prisión  de Cuauhtémoc. Según unos cronistas, fue ya en la laguna, cuando trataba de ganar la orilla del Cuauhtlalpan: según otros fue en el lugar citado por Ixtlilxóchitl, del cual queda recuerdo en la plazuela llamada de la Lagunilla.

Cerca de ella estaba el puente del Clérigo; y es tradición, que ése fue el sitio  en donde Holguín prendió á Cuauhtémoc.

Sin embargo del respeto que las tradiciones merecen, el relato de los pormenores de la prisión, y la circunstancia de que los bergantines de Holguín y Sandoval siguieron la canoa de Cuauhtémoc para darle alcance, hacen suponer  que navegaban en agua abierta, y que el suceso pasó en el lago entre el Norte  de México y las tierras de Atzcaputzalco, lugar que aproximadamente señalan  los primeros cronistas.

Tenemos entonces que resulta imposible definir el lugar exacto de la rendición, pero tomando las distintas versiones no resulta improbable que haya sido el lugar donde el barrio la ubica, en la actual parroquia de la Concepción Tequipeuhcan. Como dato curioso adicional, el vocablo Tequipeuhcan, del que mucha gente dice que se deriva el nombre de Tepito, significaría “El lugar donde comenzó la esclavitud” (que se arma con: tequitl, trabajo -en este caso forzado forzado-, peuh, comenzar, can, donde).

Bibliografía
1) De la Concepción Tequipeuhcanbarriodetepito.com.mx
2) Tercera carta de relación,
Hernán Cortés
3)
Cartilla histórica de la ciudad de México, Leopoldo Batres
4) Historia general de la Nueva España,
Fernando de Alva Ixtlilxóchitl
5) Obras históricas de Don Fernando Ixtlilxochitl,
Alfredo Chavero
6)
La conquista de México Tenochtitlan, Jaime Montell

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fuckyeahexistentialism:

Some poems from “B Is for Bad Poetry” by Pamela August Russell

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Great psych-thriller music video and Dee Dee is awesome!

th3worldonfir3:

goatkult:

bless
this
post

this one goes out to you, amanda

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