Queer Eye for the Green Guy is Lou Bendrick’s hilarious view on how image can make (or break) the environmental activisit:
My point is, image consultants are working around the clock to ensure that next-generation oil barons keep their pudgy bottoms in the seat of power. These consultants know that even the simplest tactics can produce enormous results. If you don’t believe me, slap a cowboy hat on your head and pepper your speech with folksy malapropisms, and see if you can sell a war.
by Myfanwy Collins
Do you want to see it?
We were standing before the long mirror above her cherry dresser when she pulled down one half of her nightgown to reveal the left side of her chest. In a place I knew well, having been weaned only a few years prior there was a concavity where once a breast had been.
I was sick and they took it away, she said, covering back up. Not repulsed, but curious, I wished I could touch it and know that what I saw was really not there.
Later, Auntie said to me, The Amazons cut off their left breasts to better shoot their bows and arrows. Your mother is a warrior.
Most often she held a cigarette, a drink or a paintbrush. The three served the same purpose: quell the passion, calm the nerves.
Her hands were dark as olives, strong enough to open stubborn jars and delicate enough to sew in a straight line. Her left hand slapped me across the face just once for being fresh and her right one spanked me only once for putting myself in danger. Her hands taught me how to peel an orange in one long, snaking peel. They taught me how to pull on stockings without causing a run.
Her hands were never still. They were there to learn or to teach.
See what happens when you draw a tree and a hill?
I watched as her hands drew a rounded hill and a tree on top of it.
What does that look like?
I said it looked like the tree would fall off the edge. She drew M shaped hills in the background and a long-limbed tree in the foreground.
And what about this?
I said it looked like the tree was closer to me, the hills farther away. Yes. She put a hand on my back as praise. That is perspective.
This idea is interesting but I’m not sure I’d sign up for it: ‘Brain pacemaker’ may help worst cases of depression:
To test an experimental surgery, doctors placed a device in the brains of six people who had all been treated for depression with drugs and talk therapy, and in some cases, electroshock therapy.
I read in another article that it means having holes drilled in one’s head to have the device implanted.
Don’t miss the fantastic interview with the one, the only: Susan DiPlacido.
Also, read What I’m Thinking Now, haunting Creative Nonfiction by Gail Louise Seigel.
Please read this fantastic new piece by my friend, the talented Katrina Denza: The Portrait.
path in the woods.
Car in the woods.
Darby after her has just eaten some snow.
I find this chilling–No Encryption for E-Passports :
The new passports will include a radio frequency identification tag, a chip that will store all the information on the data page of the passport, including name, date and place of birth, and a digitized version of the photo passport, according to the proposal in the Federal Register.
RFID chips are widely used in automatic toll-payment systems such as FasTrak, or identification chips implanted in the necks of pets.
Why not just cut out the middle-man and start implanting these chips right into people at birth or when they get their first innoculations and maybe add a GPS chip to the mix? And Hell, don’t worry about that silly encryption thing. We want all of our personal data out there for the taking.
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