So much of life is about waiting


Mayflower Oil Spill: Exxon Doesn’t Want You to Know People Are Getting Very, Very Sick

The oil spill in Mayflower, Arkansas has left residents outside the evacuation zone complaining of illness. Exxon says the air is safe, but new documentation shows they lied and attempted to cover up the extent of the oil spill. We should trust residents who are suffering from spill-induced illness, not Exxon.

“I could smell that horrible smell. I got really scared,”says Sherry Appleman, who awoke to a nightmare on March 29. As the Exxon Tar Sands oil flowed through their town, residents of Mayflower reported strong odors that lead to headaches and vomiting in areas that Exxon deemed safe and not in need of evacuation. Some of residents, like Scott Crowe, were deemed safe to remain in their homes where a mere 300 yards from the rupture site. They say they haven’t heard from city officials or Exxon, but have experienced headaches, stomach pains, nausea, fainting, and have been prescribed inhalers for the first time.

Ann Jarrell reports that she stayed at home with her daughter and a 3 month old grandchild despite the smells because they were told they didn’t need to evacuate and were safe. Ann Jarrell is a beekeeper and found dead, oil-soaked bees on her porch. The state plant board agreed to evacuate her bees to a safe location, but deemed the situation safe enough for Jarell’s family. They later learned it was likely they’d been exposed to toxic chemical fumes, and are now suffering from breathing problems and have been placed on inhalers.

A local elementary school outside the evacuation zone had to send home eight students who became ill after breathing petrochemical fumes. Although Exxon had determined the air around the school safe, residents, including school officials, reported strong odors of oil in and around the building. These are just a handful of disturbing examples of illness in Mayflower after the oil spill. One Mayflower resident, despite being able to see the leak from her home, was told by Exxon that residents were merely suffering allergies. Some of the residents affected by the spill have filed a class action lawsuit.

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Boston Wiki Meetup

(Some will say this is not the time. I disagree. This is the time when every mixed emotion needs to find voice.)

Since his arresting the early morning of January 11, 2011 — two years to the day before Aaron Swartz ended his life — I have known more about the events that began this…

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TOXIC NERD NOIR: This Isn't the Petition Response You're Looking For ›


The official White House response to a petition to secure resources and funding, and begin construction of a Death Star by 2016:

By Paul Shawcross

The Administration shares your desire for job creation and a strong national defense, but a Death Star isn’t on the horizon….


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it’s coming and i don’t think i can out run it. 

it’s like i was in the middle of a thought when i got sick, spent 10 days trapped in my place, and never finished the thought. like summer was everything before that day my throat burned, and now it’s fall. 

i feel heavy. i feel slower. my step is just slightly shorter. more hesitant. my dreams are filling up with promise and loss. there’s so much more shadow i feel like i’m being swallowed up by it. I walk around the shadows but they nip at me. they call out for me. 

my enthusiasm is quiet. sitting still in the corner debating which way to throw itself. but while this hesitation happens nothing else is possible. nothing else is really happening but for the waiting. 

the crows they caw and caw and it’s not birdsong anymore. 

i accidentally read things i shouldn’t on the internet and parts of me crumple up like a crash test dummy. i know. 

the fucking wallowing that goes on somewhere in me i can’t reach and can’t hush just murmurs and whines and spreads itself from organ to organ like cancer. 

i need to be touched. need to be lied to that there’s more. 

i think about tomorrow, about next week, about next month and all i see is the same as yesterday. the same as a thousand yesterdays. 

that’s what the darkest is. losing the ability to feel new and alive and it’s coming now. sure and steady with the measured pace of an executioner. 

sidelong glances won’t get me out of this. 

probably nothing but securing everything that can be made into a weapon as the winds of my heart stir is the best i’ll be able to do. 

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Paro Taktsang, “The Tiger’s Nest”, Bhutan

Damn, I love this. I want to be in a place like this and lose all sense of time.

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No matter how hot it is…


Dial-Up Modem Noise Slowed Down 700%

Ever wonder what an old 56k modem sounds like slowed down 700%? Jesus, you really need to stop wondering about such weird shit, you’re scaring me. But, because curiosity killed the cat and I’m hoping it’ll do the same to you, here it is anyway. It sounds like…the aliens are coming. Kind of relaxing and ‘clench your butthole as tight as you can’ at the same time.

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Sheee-it. There’s something wrong with me cuz that’s just plain cool.

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“The Draughtsman-Writer”, an 18th century automaton created by  Henri Maillardet. This incredible piece of mechanical engineering, though broken for many years, is able to draw four pictures and write three poems (two in French, one in English). Though forgotten and broken for many years, it is now fully restored and continues to enchant onlookers today as it did 200 years ago.

Automaton’s English poem (see image 7):

‘Unerring is my hand thought small
May I not add with truth.
I do my best to please you all
Encourage then my youth.’

Absolutely love this

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