Schrodinger’s Douchebag: One who makes douchebag statements, particularly sexist, racist or otherwise bigoted ones, then decides whether they were “just joking” or dead serious based on whether other people in the group approve or not.
MOVING THIS INTO CIRCULATION IMMEDIATELY.
Being publicly IC on Senkha for the first time in several years is very strange. I have no idea what I’m doing.
Our Own Names and Original Locations
Aaron Carapella, a self-taught mapmaker in Warner, Okla., has pinpointed the locations and original names of hundreds of American Indian nations before their first contact with Europeans.
As a teenager, Carapella says he could never get his hands on a continental U.S. map like this, depicting more than 600 tribes — many now forgotten and lost to history. Now, the 34-year-old designs and sells maps as large as 3 by 4 feet with the names of tribes hovering over land they once occupied.
"I think a lot of people get blown away by, ‘Wow, there were a lot of tribes, and they covered the whole country!’ You know, this is Indian land," says Carapella, who calls himself a "mixed-blood Cherokee" and lives in a ranch house within the jurisdiction of the Cherokee Nation.
For more than a decade, he consulted history books and library archives, called up tribal members and visited reservations as part of research for his map project, which began as pencil-marked poster boards on his bedroom wall. So far, he has designed maps of the continental U.S., Canada and Mexico. A map of Alaska is currently in the works.
What makes Carapella’s maps distinctive is their display of both the original and commonly known names of Native American tribes, according to Doug Herman, senior geographer at the Smithsonian National Museum of the American Indian in Washington, D.C.
"You can look at [Carapella’s] map, and you can sort of get it immediately," Herman says. "This is Indian Country, and it’s not the Indian Country that I thought it was because all these names are different."
He adds that some Native American groups got stuck with names chosen arbitrarily by European settlers. They were often derogatory names other tribes used to describe their rivals. For example, “Comanche” is derived from a word in Ute meaning “anyone who wants to fight me all the time,” according to the Encyclopaedia Britannica.
"It’s like having a map of North America where the United States is labeled ‘gringos’ and Mexico is labeled ‘wetbacks,’ " Herman says. "Naming is an exercise in power. Whether you’re naming places or naming peoples, you are therefore asserting a power of sort of establishing what is reality and what is not."
Look at a map of Native American territory today, and you’ll see tiny islands of reservation and trust land engulfed by acres upon acres ceded by treaty or taken by force. Carapella’s maps serve as a reminder that the population of the American countryside stretches back long before 1776 and 1492.
Carapella describes himself as a former “radical youngster” who used to lead protests against Columbus Day observances and supported other Native American causes. He says he now sees his mapmaking as another way to change perceptions in the U.S.
"This isn’t really a protest," he explains. "But it’s a way to convey the truth in a different way."
This is fabulous, but it’s really hard for me to see my area/ my dad’s because it’s so low-res in the Canadian area.
Such a cool project, though.
Latest positive news out of Ferguson. Community coming together.
Notice something in common in these photos?
It’s not what you think
I gave it away in the third pic
That’s right! None of these cops are wearing badges or name tags! I wonder why… seems like it’d be important to wear those, since it’s even illegal not to in other states…
This is actually illegal in all states. A police officer must be marked as such with name and badge at all times unless their jurisdiction states otherwise (such as an undercover officer), and even when not wearing a badge, the officer must have the badge accessible at all times and must show the badge in order to make an arrest. Name tags are not required as long as a badge is available because the badge has the officer number on it.
This has really been bothering me. The police in Ferguson are breaking the law by concealing their identities. Everyone knows this, it’s been going on for ten days, and it appears that nobody is doing anything about it.
The police are clearly and systematically violating the first amendment rights of the press, and they are getting away with it. This has been happening for days, and nobody appears to be doing anything about it.
A police officer pointed a rifle at a journalist and told him to fuck off *while he was being filmed, so he’s easily identifiable by his superiors*, and that police officer still has a job.
I know that not all cops are bad (or even most cops), but there are clearly bad cops in Ferguson, and they’re acting with complete impunity. I don’t understand why those cops aren’t being taken off the scene, and why a higher (possibly federal) authority isn’t coming in to address these things.
Going on right now in Ferguson: Police are raiding a church that has been stocked with medical supplies, food, and tear gas recovery kits for community members engaging in protests. This cannot be allowed to continue.
Stand up, speak out.
my dad died from ALS when i was 3 years old. he was 36. my mom was 33. that was 30 years ago. now i’m the same age my mom was when my dad died. and there is still no cure for ALS.
this is what happens when you have ALS: your muscles slowly stop working, one part at a time. for my dad, first he couldn’t use one of his hands. then his arm. then the other arm. then he couldn’t walk. then he couldn’t stand up. then he couldn’t talk. then he couldn’t swallow. then he couldn’t breathe. then he was dead.
this all took about two years. he was diagnosed when i was about one year old. the only memories i have about my dad are of an inert body in a wheelchair or lying in a bed with a bunch of tubes stuck into it. as i was learning to talk, he was losing the ability to speak. as i was learning to walk, he stopped being able to move. my mom often had to choose between who she was going to help go to the bathroom at any given moment: her husband or her toddler.
after my dad died, my mom took over the philadelphia chapter of the ALS association. it consisted of a shoebox full of notecards with names on it. now it is a multi-million dollar organization with a large staff. she is still in charge. my mom is one of the most amazing people on the planet, basically.
these past couple weeks have been mind-boggling. i have openly wept watching so many of these videos. i still don’t completely get how all of this has happened, but now we live in a world in which lil wayne and taylor swift and oprah and justin timberlake and weird al and bill gates talk about ALS. my mom just emailed me this sentence: “lebron james ice bucket challenge.” i mean, IS THIS REAL LIFE?! i just keep saying over and over: holy shit. holy shit. holy shit.
so far, it has raised over 10 million dollars… and counting. my mom has spent every single day of her life for the past three decades trying to get this kind of attention and funds for this disease.
i don’t care if it’s a stupid gimmick. i don’t care if people are just doing this because it’s trendy or because they want pats on the back. i don’t care if it’s the new harlem shake. i don’t care if for the rest of my life, when i talk about ALS, i have to say “you know, the ice bucket disease.”
please, everybody, please keep pouring buckets of ice over your heads. please keep donating money. please keep talking about this.
my mom’s chapter:
The last one
"I’m sick of how bisexuality is erased in LGBT spaces. I get really nervous before any LGBT event, especially Pride. I feel incredibly sad and hopeless when gay and lesbian people call me insulting names. If gay and lesbian people don’t understand me – Continue reading Prejudice at Pride at Empathize This
This just punched me in the heart.
Holy shit, I almost lost it…
Lucky son of a bitch!
Oh man you must be a way old WrA RPer! Chadley, unlike Oliver, has been through many Bad Decisions on my part and has actually had three incarnations.
When I first brought him to WrA in late 2009 he was basically a completely different character and was almost a parody of the typical male human paladin. He rode around on his chopper in the shiny golden Grand Marshal’s gear, acted really skeevy towards women, and didn’t do much except hang around the Pig&Whistle and act like a jerk. In actuality, he had achieved nothing and was just blowing a lot of steam, and I welcomed the shit getting kicked out of him because he deserved it. He was basically a holy frat boy.
A few things caused me to stop playing him that way: one was that a lot of the time, because skeevy male human paladins are so common (and are skeevy out of character), people would take my RP seriously and label me as an OOC creepy neckbeard. I got a lot of disgusted whispers. The clincher was that I did eventually get him into a relationship, but it was with a real-life friend, and we often RPed them in the same room. Her online boyfriend at the time was also involved in that little plot, and between the awkwardness of RPing them in the same room (something I can do easily with Abby, but less so back when I was brand new to RP) and the two of them eventually having a fallout, we decided to retcon their entire relationship. I just went ahead and retconned the entire character because of his other issues.
His next incarnation was as Oliver’s son and Mairead’s childhood friend. I rewrote him as a little younger and a lot nerdier. He became a healer instead of a fighter, had a lot of anxiety issues, and was kind of a wet blanket personality-wise. He wound up going through a long and complicated lorefuck of a plot with my then-partner as the villain, an agent of an Old God, who managed to corrupt him and make him do terrible things and when he came out of it all he lost faith in himself and his ability to call on the Light. He was living with a girlfriend (Arixan) at the time and after an older paladin (Campion) managed to help him get the Light back through some counseling he wound up breaking off with Arixan because he found out she was joining a criminal organization. He then went to Northrend to have some adventures with Mairead, I (in a fit of Bad Decisions) wanted to try and get rid of the lost Light plot in his mind because it was messing with him, so I went with that awful hit-head-amnesia trope and then he wound up with Mairead for a while.
I eventually retconned it all because his character was such a clusterfuck, and Arixan’s ex-boyfriend became a dweeb of a paladin named Bradley who went through the same things instead. Mairead went through a similar retcon. Times were awkward.
I then remade him into what he is now— similar to before, but just a squire and not yet ordained as a paladin, because I wanted to explore that development. The decision to make him gay came in a few points: one was that I didn’t really want relationships being a huge point of plot for him while he was learning to be a paladin and gay characters are significantly more rare (and he wasn’t open about it anyway), one was that I didn’t actively RP any queer characters despite being queer myself, and one was that who was I kidding, Chadley was hella gay.
And that is the story of Chadley and why he is gay.
That became really long.
I didn’t really want relationships being a huge point of plot for him
O O P S .