— Neither five-star hotels nor top-notch apartments have been spared bed-bug infestation in New York, and hoteliers from London to Los Angeles are getting nervous. Now two researchers have come up with a bed-bug trap baited with something the bugs find irresistible—the smell of their own droppings. (via theeconomist)
me: green shirt, skirt of wine. I am wrapped
in myself as the smell of night
wraps round my sleep when I sleep
outside. By the time
I get to the corner
bar, corner store, corner construction
site, I become divine. I turn
men into swine. Leave
them behind me whistling, grunting, wild."
— Olga Broumas, “The Bite” (via grammatolatry)
(cw: ableist slurs)
see, the thing is that words like crazy, insane, stupid, lame, etc. are used to mean A WHOLE TON OF DIFFERENT THINGS. so i can’t just provide you with a convenient list of replacements because it really depends on what you’re…
HEROES IN A HALF-SHELL
When my stuff is acting crazy, i put shrink wrap on it.
I like to turn the air conditioning off and pretend I’m at a house warming party.
Don’t open expired starbursts! Unless you want a bunch of tasty black holes destroying you.
A beekeeper told me i was cute. It meant a lot because beauty is in the eye of the bee holder.
Putting eyes on stuffed animal fruit at the state fair is so mean. Because they can see everything, but they can’t scream.
Operation Rescue is an anti-choice group with terrorist ties. Period.
Their senior policy adviser is a convicted clinic bomber.
The man who murdered Dr. Tiller had their phone number in his car.
And now, this. This. I want to cry. I probably will, actually. And that’s what they want, I’m sure. Well, congrats, Operation Rescue. You have successfully instilled genuine, shitting-my-pants fear in me over the idea of clinic escorting tomorrow. I’m going to go anyway, of course, because it’s more important to me than my own life, but make no mistake, everyone: anti-choicers enable terrorists. Yes, even the ones who claim to be opposed to clinic violence. They enable this shit, they funded this website, and they support the people who created it. They are pissing themselves with glee over it, I’m sure.
There is no middle ground here. There is no compromising. They want us dead.
And I ask you, great big internet, where’s Anonymous? Where are the hacktivists? Where are the people who are frothing at the mouth over SOPA/PIPA as an invasion of privacy? Where are the starry-eyed radikewls who are willing to drop their jobs and lives to camp out at Wall Street and have a drum circle?
Honestly? Fuck you if you don’t care about this. Fuck you if you think it’s all about “the economy.” Fuck you if you’re too self-involved to recognize how access to reproductive health care is essential to economic security and social mobility for women, especially WOC. Fuck you if you are not enraged about compassionate physicians having TARGETS PAINTED ON THEIR BACKS BY A TERRORIST ORGANIZATION.
ESPECIALLY those last 2 paragraphs. Where you at Anonymous and Occupiers?
Somali pirates surrendering, in green tint, to a U.S. Navy helicopter from the U.S.S. John C. Stennis after trying to hijack the motor vessel Sunshine in the Gulf of Oman. The pirates later admitted that they had tossed their weapons over the side as the helicopter, an MH-60, flew near. This frame was made off the helicopter’s video feed, as that day was beginning to accelerate, minutes after the Somalis jettisoned their arms with hopes they would not be detained.
So what kind of weapons did the pirates carry? And from where did these weapons come? Later in the sequence that followed throughout that day and into the next, Tyler Hicks and I had a chance to look over the weapons carried by these pirates’ fellow travelers on the fishing vessel Al Mulahi, the Iranian dhow they had commandeered and used as their mother ship. There were five firearms, four of which were unsurprising. But one of the assault rifles, briefly mentioned here yesterday, was chambered for NATO-standard 5.56-millimeter ammunition, and of provenance worth a pause for further research.
The previous post asked for readers to venture a guess as to what it might have been. The volume of answers — via email and Twitter — caught me off guard. A lot of you obviously care about these things. And many of you guessed exactly as I would have: an AK-101, an M4, an M16, a Galil, an HK33.
But no one nailed it. Don’t be disappointed or surprised by this. The rifle in question was not a typical find or a widely distributed and well-known pattern. And for those who wondered whether a rifle taken from an American serviceman killed in Somalia had ended up on Al Mulahi? You can rest easy. The rifle in question did not have a history as U.S.-issue. But that line of thinking was the right line of thinking, as the weapon’s conventional army history is actually quite interesting. We’ll get to that very soon.
Why? Because even though our original plan was to post something of it on Friday, news intervened. And with our colleagues Jeffrey Gettleman, Eric Schmitt and Thom Shanker busily filing today on the overnight Navy S.E.A.L. rescue of two hostages in Somalia, we decided to change the order of this week’s work. The Somali Pirate Gun Locker post for the At War blog is now on the desk. It should go live tonight, to complement the work of Jeff, Eric and Thom.
I will post more soon, very soon, including details re the photo of the token prize (see that watch?) that I had intended to mail to whomever guessed right. Don’t worry, the prize was nothing special. And I will find another way to pass it to a reader, I hope, in the not-too-distant future. The Somali-rifle question was a quiz designed for kicks, and to see whether the assault rifle in question had much history in the public discourse. It didn’t. But in a few days we will ask readers another question. And this time it will be because we need help identifying a weapon that, try as we may, we have not been able to trace. Crowd-sourcing, here we come.
ABOUT THE PHOTOGRAPHS
By the author. Here or there. This month.
Because it’s December, suddenly every single site has been inundated with gift guides. I don’t know, or at least I hope I don’t know, anyone who turns to a gift guide when making a decision about what gift to purchase whom.
I’m sure that most sane people will be quick to point out that these…
A 900-pound statue of former President Ronald Reagan was unveiled Tuesday at Ronald Reagan National Airport, near Washington, D.C. Chas Fagan’s bronze sculpture, installed at an intersection in front of the airport’s Terminal A, stands nine feet tall. The president, who stands before a 38-foot stainless steel wall with a cutout of an American Eagle, is posed as if he is greeting arriving or departing passengers. (Paul J. Richards, AFP/Getty Images)