Noam Chomsky (via azspot)
it is interesting. as a city-dwelling ethnic woman, it is so easy to dismiss them as i feel they dismiss me. i mean, spare me the plight of the white male. BUT, it’s true, they are also human and they do have real grievances. so often with people, a valid perspective gets lost in the delivery. ~ms.chief.
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even if the room is cold? i love a hot bed in a cold room. ‘ello!
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Nancy Sinatra - Bang Bang (My Baby Shot Me Down).
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Nancy Sinatra - Bang Bang (My Baby Shot Me Down).
Scientists Still Waiting to Hear From Journalists Covering Copenhagen
Around 650 climate scientists have signed up to assist journalists covering the Copenhagen climate talks through an on-call email service. For three different shifts, day and night every day from Dec. 7 to Dec. 18, between three and six experts are available to the media to answer science questions related to the negotiations.
Sounds great, right? When I heard about this service, organized by members of the American Geophysical Union which holds its annual meeting in San Francisco this week, I thought it would be a way to make the job a little bit easier for those of us covering Copenhagen. The problem is, the scientists’ email inbox is far emptier than they hoped, save for perhaps some cyber crickets.
its good to see we are talking about the science and not the politics. shit like this annoys me. scientists need more authority in scientific decisions.
i couldn’t agree more. you can’t argue with fact or science.
in a nut shell -
We travel because we need to, because distance and difference are the secret tonic of creativity. When we get home, home is still the same. But something in our mind has beenchanged, and that changes everything.
But most travel isn’t non-negotiable. (In 2008, only 30 percent of trips over fifty miles were done for business.) Instead, we travel because we want to, because the annoyances of the airport are outweighed by the visceral thrill of being someplace new. Because work is stressful and our blood pressure is too high and we need a vacation. Because home is boring. Because the flights were on sale. Because Paris is Paris.
In fact, several new science papers suggest that getting away—andit doesn’t even matter where you’re going—is an essential habit of effective thinking. It’s not about vacation, or relaxation, or sipping daiquiris on an unspoiled tropical beach: it’sabout the tedious act itself, putting somemiles between home and wherever you hap-pen to spend the night.
When we escape from the place we spend most of our time, the mind is suddenly made aware of all those errant ideas we’d previously suppressed. We start thinking about obscure possibilities—corn can fuel cars!—that never would have occurred to us if we’d stayed back on the farm. Furthermore, this more relaxed sort of cognition comes with practical advantages, especially when we’re trying to solve difficult problems. Look, for instance, at a recent experiment led by thepsychologist Lile Jia at Indiana University. He randomly divided a few dozen under-grads into two groups, both of which were asked to list as many different modes oftransportation as possible. (This is known as a creative generation task.) One group of students was told that the task was developed by Indiana University students study-ing abroad in Greece (the distant condition), while the other group was told that the task was developed by Indiana students studying in Indiana (the near condition). At first glance, it’s hard to believe that such a slightand seemingly irrelevant difference would alter the performance of the subjects. Why would it matter where the task was con-ceived?
Nevertheless, Jia found a striking difference between the two groups: when studentswere told that the task was imported from Greece, they came up with significantly moretransportation possibilities. They didn’t just list buses, trains, and planes; they cited horses, triremes, spaceships, bicycles, andeven Segway scooters. Because the source of the problem was far away, the subjects felt less constrained by their local transport options; they didn’t just think about getting around in Indiana, they thought about get-ting around all over the world, and even in deep space.
Of course, it’s not enough to simply get on a plane: if we want to experience the cre-ative benefits of travel, then we have to re-think its raison d’ètre. Most people, after all, escape to Paris so they don’t have to think about those troubles they left behind. But here’s the ironic twist: our mind is most likely to solve our stubbornest problems while sitting in a swank Left Bank café. So instead of contemplating that buttery croissant, we should be mulling over those domestic riddles we just can’t solve.
The larger lesson, though, is that our thoughts are shackled by the familiar. The brain is a neural tangle of near infinite possibility, which means that it spends a lot of time and energy choosing what not to notice. As a result, creativity is traded away for efficiency; we think in literal prose, not symbolist poetry. A bit of dis-tance, however, helps loosen the chains of cognition, making it easier to see some-thing new in the old; the mundane is grasped from a slightly more abstract perspective. As T. S. Eliot wrote in the Four Quartets: “We shall not cease from exploration, and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time.”
charlie kept nodding into the phone, “so you’re there and everything’s good. okay. i’ll come in. i mean, what are you guys doing today?” i shook my head and vehemently mouthed the words, “no! no! no!”
i met her at one of the biennial parties a couple of years ago. we hit it off and she was looking for a roommate and i needed a place to live. then she got me the job with richard. charile’s super creative and sweet, but most of the time she’s got her head up her ass. richard’s always pissed at her and with good reason, but i don’t know why he won’t fire her. the way he fucks with her psyche borders on performance art and she keeps coming back for more. maybe that’s why he keeps her around. she has no boundaries for the way people treat her. thank god she seeks my approval.
“okay. are you sure?”
i rolled my eyes and sighed. i could tell she was wrapping it up, but she always has to do this martyr thing for like half an hour so she can rest assured that though she’s an idiot, it’s not as if she didn’t try. i find it totally disingenuous.
“what happened?” i asked her, when she was finally off the phone, “richard called me, but i couldn’t really understand him?”
her eyes widened, “what did he say?”
i shrugged, called my voicemail and put the phone on speakerphone. you could barely make out his slurry, heavily accented words, except for, “supposed to work… please call me.”
“i guess i was supposed to be there, but… i don’t know.” she was totally freaked out and bewildered and honestly my patience for this wears thin from time to time. she’s like a little sister i never wanted. it’s totally her fault and she just lets his bad behavior effect her. i would indulge neither today.
“is everything okay?” i asked, mainly to end the conversation, “he called me, but he’s been such a fucking crazy nut lately. i am not working today, and i am not picking up.” richard is pretty good to me. he’s insane, but he doesn’t take it out on me like he does with her. i just steer clear, where she likes to get in it.
i wanted to dish about mike, since the only things charlie and i have in common are boys and clothes. we don’t have the same taste in art, and we don’t ever talk about the projects we’re working on ourselves. i was about to tell her where i spent the night and then remembered that i couldn’t. i thought about doing it anyway, but i didn’t.
“yeah, yeah,” she sat on the couch and brought her knees up to her chest like a little girl, “i’m just such an idiot. and he just gets so crazy, but nick is there now and he says that it actually worked out.”
“i’m sure it’s fine. he’ll get over it. he’s manic these days, which means he won’t even remember,” i wanted her to feel better, “let’s go have lunch. it’s gorgeous outside.”
Sewell, Chile (via flickr)
Sewell (also known as El Teniente) is an uninhabited Chilean mining town located in the commune of Machalí in Cachapoal Province, O’Higgins Region, on the slopes of the Andes, at an altitude between 2,000 and 2,250 metres. The town was founded in 1904 by the Braden Copper Co. to extract the copper in the El Teniente mine, and, in 1915, it was named after the company’s first president, Mr. Barton Sewell. In 1918, it already housed 14,000 people.
Following many years of active life and achieving the construction and exploitation of the largest underground mine in the world, in 1977 the company started moving families to the valley and soon after the camp was being dismantled.
The Chilean Government declared Sewell a National Monument in 1998, while the UNESCO designated it a World Heritage Site in 2006.
Sewell is known as the city of stairs as there were no roads, only a train that brought workers and their families to the camp; at night, it had the shape and the looks of a Christmas tree and anyone being born or having lived in Sewell keeps the memories of a place never heard of.
The official inductees of the 2010 Sweatshop Hall of Shame are: Abercrombie and Fitch, Gymboree, Hanes, Ikea, Kohl’s, LL Bean, Pier 1 Imports, Propper International, and Walmart. This list also includes an Honorable Mention to the American Apparel and Footwear Association, a national trade association representing apparel and footwear companies. This association has exhibited a flagrant disregard for workers’ rights by primarily focusing on maintaining trade with Honduras in the middle of a military coup.
Most of the companies listed employ laborers who toil for long hours under dangerous working conditions for poverty wages. When these workers attempt to form a union to voice their collective concerns, they face threats from management and risk being fired or even beaten. Many of this years’ inductees use suppliers that practice illegal tactics to suppress workers’ rights to organize. Some of the companies mentioned weave shame into their clothing by continuing to use cotton sourced from Uzbekistan where harvesting is accomplished through forced child labor.
something NOT to look for in a significant other.
yeah. how about tagging it “annoying drunk text messages are annoying” or “i’m definitely not getting back together with you ever”
