jerkcity:

#5678: a midsummers nights dream act 3 scene 1 part 2

jerkcity:

#5678: a midsummers nights dream act 3 scene 1 part 2

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self-styled-iconoclast:

annieskywalker:

baetology:

It’s so upsetting that this is the norm. What’s even more disturbing is that they don’t try to hide it. Please, black men, watch your back. It’s about survival at this point.

This just happened to my boyfriend last week for a fucking “broken tail light” that wasn’t actually broken….handcuffs and everything.

Tell this shit to white people though and they go on about how privilege doesn’t exist because “i got a ticket too!”

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“Quinoa may deliver a complete protein—all of the amino acids you require—in a compact package, but rice and beans together actually do better. And like goji berries, blueberries and strawberries are packed with phytochemicals. The only problem is that lacking an exotic back story, food marketers can’t wring as exorbitant a markup from these staples: The domestic blueberry, for example, is periodically (and justifiably) marketed as a superfood, and in 2012, products featuring blueberries as a primary ingredient saw their sales nearly quadruple. But they only raked in $3.5 million—less than 2 percent of açaí-based product sales.”

Tom Philpott, "Are Quinoa, Chia Seeds, and other ‘Superfoods’ a Scam?" (from Mother Jones)

Also worth highlighting is this section:

Worse than superfoods’ origin myths, though, are their effects on the people in their native regions. In 2009, at the height of the açaí berry hype, Bloomberg News reported that the fruit’s wholesale price had jumped 60-fold since the early 2000s, pricing the Amazonian villagers who rely on it out of the market. In the Andes, where quinoa has been cultivated since the time of the Incas, price spikes have turned a one-time staple into a luxury, and quinoa monocrops are crowding out the more sustainable traditional methods.” (emphasis mine)

So not only are the markets for “superfoods” putting the foods out of reach of the people who relied on them as a dietary staple, but there are foods easily accessible to us that deliver all the nutrition at a fraction of the cost, both to our grocery bill and to the social/environmental toll.

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longlivingbootyemperor:

Freshmen be showin up to school on the first day like:
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But seniors are just like:
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Oh gods this is so true my first day of uni taught me the importance of keeping a light backpack.

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ianthe:

priceofliberty:

jean-luc-gohard:

ianthe:

WHITE “ANARCHISTS” IN FERGUSON RIGHT NOW ARE #NOTMYCOMRADES
FUCK THIS MAKES ME SO MAD

To be honest, I’m not sure if they’re overzealous anarchists or counterintelligence. COINTELPRO never really ended.
I remember back in 2007, helios-venerari and I were in DC at an anti-war rally. There were half a million people in the main protest, but we joined up with the much smaller black bloc—about five hundred people, mostly leftists and left-anarchists. The police kept putting up barricades and forming walls of motorcycles. They kept hitting us in the shins, and they punched a (female) friend of ours in the chest when some of the kids up front were pushing through.
Eventually we made it to the Capitol steps. It was loud but peaceful (there’s video here, and you can see Spencer and I in the center of the frame starting about 1:30), but ultimately, we weren’t getting onto those steps. So we eventually backed off and regrouped.
While everyone was trying to figure out what to do, we found the friend who got punched trying to give a flower to a cop that turned out to be the chief of police in charge of keeping order that day. We chatted with the police for a little while.
After maybe twenty minutes of the various groups in the radical bloc sitting around trying to figure out what to do next, a white dude with dreads and a purple bandanna addressed the loose crowd. He started taking charge. Spencer and I and the people we were with were like, “Who is that clown?” but he got the majority of the crowd whipped up with the plan of storming a military recruitment center nearby.
As we marched through the streets, the cops kept cutting us off and Purple Bandanna would lead us running through side streets and back alleys. When we got to the recruitment center, the police formed a line between us and it. There were some chants, then someone threw a brick through the window.
The police extended their batons and aimed their pepper spray at us. The cop in the middle radioed the chief of police we’d been talking to earlier. He denied them the use of force.
I can’t say he was a good cop, but I can say he did a good thing that day. And I can say I think Purple Bandanna was intentionally leading us to a confrontation. Whether he was the Real Deal and wanted a confrontation so whatever particular cause he aligned himself with would gain the rhetorical advantage conveyed by police brutality or a plant trying to make the more radical wing of the protest look violent, he was using the crowd.
That’s why I don’t trust these random white dudes who always seem to step to the front of the crowd and try to take control in these situations, and who always incite violence, to which the police respond in kind. And like Purple Bandanna, I don’t know if this guy in Ferguson is the Real Deal or a plant, but I do know that he’s not to be trusted.

Plain-clothes agents have pretended to be anarchists way more often than you think. It’s very possible that these people are agent provocateurs.

That’s all very true. Neither possibility would surprise me tbh

ianthe:

priceofliberty:

jean-luc-gohard:

ianthe:

WHITE “ANARCHISTS” IN FERGUSON RIGHT NOW ARE #NOTMYCOMRADES

FUCK THIS MAKES ME SO MAD

To be honest, I’m not sure if they’re overzealous anarchists or counterintelligence. COINTELPRO never really ended.

I remember back in 2007, helios-venerari and I were in DC at an anti-war rally. There were half a million people in the main protest, but we joined up with the much smaller black bloc—about five hundred people, mostly leftists and left-anarchists. The police kept putting up barricades and forming walls of motorcycles. They kept hitting us in the shins, and they punched a (female) friend of ours in the chest when some of the kids up front were pushing through.

Eventually we made it to the Capitol steps. It was loud but peaceful (there’s video here, and you can see Spencer and I in the center of the frame starting about 1:30), but ultimately, we weren’t getting onto those steps. So we eventually backed off and regrouped.

While everyone was trying to figure out what to do, we found the friend who got punched trying to give a flower to a cop that turned out to be the chief of police in charge of keeping order that day. We chatted with the police for a little while.

After maybe twenty minutes of the various groups in the radical bloc sitting around trying to figure out what to do next, a white dude with dreads and a purple bandanna addressed the loose crowd. He started taking charge. Spencer and I and the people we were with were like, “Who is that clown?” but he got the majority of the crowd whipped up with the plan of storming a military recruitment center nearby.

As we marched through the streets, the cops kept cutting us off and Purple Bandanna would lead us running through side streets and back alleys. When we got to the recruitment center, the police formed a line between us and it. There were some chants, then someone threw a brick through the window.

The police extended their batons and aimed their pepper spray at us. The cop in the middle radioed the chief of police we’d been talking to earlier. He denied them the use of force.

I can’t say he was a good cop, but I can say he did a good thing that day. And I can say I think Purple Bandanna was intentionally leading us to a confrontation. Whether he was the Real Deal and wanted a confrontation so whatever particular cause he aligned himself with would gain the rhetorical advantage conveyed by police brutality or a plant trying to make the more radical wing of the protest look violent, he was using the crowd.

That’s why I don’t trust these random white dudes who always seem to step to the front of the crowd and try to take control in these situations, and who always incite violence, to which the police respond in kind. And like Purple Bandanna, I don’t know if this guy in Ferguson is the Real Deal or a plant, but I do know that he’s not to be trusted.

Plain-clothes agents have pretended to be anarchists way more often than you think. It’s very possible that these people are agent provocateurs.

That’s all very true. Neither possibility would surprise me tbh

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iwantmoreinspiration:

nowinexile:

The last words said by Black youth murdered by policemen. 

Wow…this is just….

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sushinfood:

justamerplwithabox:

vivelafat:

prokopetz:

officialdeadparrot:

grellholmes:

elsajeni:

gunslingerannie:

justtkeepcalmm:

dean-and-his-pie:

fororchestra:

musicalmelody:

Fun Story: My director kept telling me and my tenor sax buddy to play softer. No matter what we did, it wasn’t soft enough for him. So getting frustrated, I told my buddy “Dont play this time. Just fake it” 
Our Band Director then informed us we sounded perfect. 

To my readers: “p” means quiet, “pp” means really quiet. I’ve never seen “pppp” before haha.
On the contrast, “f” means loud, and “ffff” probably means so loud you go unconscious.

I had ffff in a piece once and my conductor told me to play as loudly as physically possible without falling off my chair…

Me and my trombone buddies had “ffff” and he sat next to me and played so hard that he fell out of his chair.
The lengths we go for music.

Okay yeah so I play the bass clarinet and the amount of air you have to move and the stiffness of the reed means it only has two settings and that is loud and louder, with an optional LOUDEST that includes a 50% probability of HORRIBLE CROAKING NOISE which is the bass equivalent of the ubiquitous clarinet shriek.

One day, when I was in concert band in high school, we got a new piece handed out for the first time, and there was a strange little commotion back in the tuba section — whispering, and pointing at something in the music, and swatting at each other’s hands all shhh don’t call attention to it. And although they did attract the attention of basically everyone else in the band, they managed to avoid being noticed by the band director, who gave us a few minutes to look over our parts and then said, “All right, let’s run through it up to section A.”
And here we are, cheerfully playing along, sounding reasonably competent — but everyone, when they have the attention to spare, is keeping an eye on the tuba players. They don’t come in for the first eight measures or so, and then when they do come in, what we see is:
[stifled giggling]
[reeeeeeally deep breath]
[COLOSSAL FOGHORN NOISE]
The entire band stops dead, in the cacophonous kind of way that a band stops when it hasn’t actually been cued to stop. The band director doesn’t even say anything, just looks straight back at the tubas and makes a helpless sort of why gesture.
In unison, the tuba players defend themselves: “THERE WERE FOUR F’S.”
FFFF is not really a rational dynamic marking for any instrument, but for the love of all that is holy why would you put it in a tuba part.

This is the best band post 
Everyone else go home

Oh man, so I play trombone, and we got this piece called Florentiner Marsch by Julius Fucik, and we saw this

which is 8 fortes. We were shocked until,

that is 24 fortes who the fuck does that

Who does that?

This guy. Take a good look - that is the moustache of a man with nothing to lose.

Julius IdontgivaFucik

More like Julius Fuckit


Pyrozod's tags for this were too hilarious not to share

sushinfood:

justamerplwithabox:

vivelafat:

prokopetz:

officialdeadparrot:

grellholmes:

elsajeni:

gunslingerannie:

justtkeepcalmm:

dean-and-his-pie:

fororchestra:

musicalmelody:

Fun Story: My director kept telling me and my tenor sax buddy to play softer. No matter what we did, it wasn’t soft enough for him. So getting frustrated, I told my buddy “Dont play this time. Just fake it” 

Our Band Director then informed us we sounded perfect. 

To my readers: “p” means quiet, “pp” means really quiet. I’ve never seen “pppp” before haha.

On the contrast, “f” means loud, and “ffff” probably means so loud you go unconscious.

I had ffff in a piece once and my conductor told me to play as loudly as physically possible without falling off my chair…

Me and my trombone buddies had “ffff” and he sat next to me and played so hard that he fell out of his chair.

The lengths we go for music.

Okay yeah so I play the bass clarinet and the amount of air you have to move and the stiffness of the reed means it only has two settings and that is loud and louder, with an optional LOUDEST that includes a 50% probability of HORRIBLE CROAKING NOISE which is the bass equivalent of the ubiquitous clarinet shriek.

One day, when I was in concert band in high school, we got a new piece handed out for the first time, and there was a strange little commotion back in the tuba section — whispering, and pointing at something in the music, and swatting at each other’s hands all shhh don’t call attention to it. And although they did attract the attention of basically everyone else in the band, they managed to avoid being noticed by the band director, who gave us a few minutes to look over our parts and then said, “All right, let’s run through it up to section A.”

And here we are, cheerfully playing along, sounding reasonably competent — but everyone, when they have the attention to spare, is keeping an eye on the tuba players. They don’t come in for the first eight measures or so, and then when they do come in, what we see is:

[stifled giggling]

[reeeeeeally deep breath]

[COLOSSAL FOGHORN NOISE]

The entire band stops dead, in the cacophonous kind of way that a band stops when it hasn’t actually been cued to stop. The band director doesn’t even say anything, just looks straight back at the tubas and makes a helpless sort of why gesture.

In unison, the tuba players defend themselves: “THERE WERE FOUR F’S.”

FFFF is not really a rational dynamic marking for any instrument, but for the love of all that is holy why would you put it in a tuba part.

This is the best band post 

Everyone else go home

Oh man, so I play trombone, and we got this piece called Florentiner Marsch by Julius Fucik, and we saw this

image

which is 8 fortes. We were shocked until,

image

that is 24 fortes who the fuck does that

Who does that?

This guy. Take a good look - that is the moustache of a man with nothing to lose.

Julius IdontgivaFucik

More like Julius Fuckit

Pyrozod's tags for this were too hilarious not to share

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baenling:

thoran-barrett:

samiesan:

After I posted this, I think I broke jaraxxus.
Additional sexy whispers can include:
"It’s still recharging" and "I can’t do that yet".

Totally snorted soda…ow.

I need more rage.

baenling:

thoran-barrett:

samiesan:

After I posted this, I think I broke jaraxxus.

Additional sexy whispers can include:

"It’s still recharging" and "I can’t do that yet".

Totally snorted soda…ow.

I need more rage.

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sload:

crisium hat auf deinen Eintrag geantwortet “y’all are sarcastic assholes smh I posted about something that is…”

Fun fact: Anders didn’t blow up anything, really. The Chantry explosion was a side-effect of the Dwemer ripping through the DA verse on their way to achieve transcendence. Every explosion in every game is because of the Dwemer.
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