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My fav band of all time comes out with their 9th album today Club 8 “Late Nights” on Soundcloud : http://bitly.com/1lzRPtv…

My fav band of all time comes out with their 9th album today

Club 8 “Late Nights” on Soundcloud : http://bitly.com/1lzRPtv

Club 8 “Late Nights” on Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KqYTWvEeDTA

A Quick Guide by me: http://amzn.to/1Sa89vg

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Long Beach [picnicers] (LOC)

The Library of Congress posted a photo:

Long Beach [picnicers] (LOC)

Bain News Service,, publisher.

Long Beach [picnicers]

[between ca. 1915 and ca. 1920]

1 negative : glass ; 5 x 7 in. or smaller.

Notes:
Title from unverified data provided by the Bain News Service on the negatives or caption cards.
Forms part of: George Grantham Bain Collection (Library of Congress).

Subjects:
Long Beach

Format: Glass negatives.

Rights Info: No known restrictions on publication.

Repository: Library of Congress, Prints and Photographs Division, Washington, D.C. 20540 USA, http://1.usa.gov/1D9d3AE

General information about the Bain Collection is available at http://1.usa.gov/1HWc8Jc

Higher resolution image is available (Persistent URL): http://1.usa.gov/1I507OC

Call Number: LC-B2- 4369-8

bikiniarmorbattledamage: Stephanie Kwolek, the inventor of…

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bikiniarmorbattledamage:

Stephanie Kwolek, the inventor of Kevlar, passed away this week at age 90

“A true pioneer for women in science,” passed away on Wednesday, reported the New York Times. As a DuPont scientist, Stephanie Kwolek is credited for inventing Kevlar in 1964, a fiber that has radically improved police and military body armor since its creation.   

Kwolek died at age 90 in hospice care at St. Francis Hospital in Wilmington, Del. She leaves behind a legacy of achievement in science and technology that directly saved an estimated 3,000 lives of police officers over the past four decades.

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So recently there was a post (I’m not going to dignify it with a link) claiming that women don’t deserve representation because they haven’t contributed to heroism.  We already have a post showing a small sample of the many women have been heroic warriors in the past – now we’d like to showcase a woman who’s protected thousands of heroic warriors.

Not only is Kevlar used in the vast majority of military and paramilitary armors, it also what made discreet bullet armor worn by VIPs, covert operatives and protective services possible.  It is truly one of the most important innovations in the history of armor.

Rest in peace Stephanie Kwolek, and thank you for protecting so many.

– wincenworks

Protest march of women workers for higher wages, and against male domination in trade union politics in tea plantations at Munnar in southern Indian state of Kerala. Credit: K.S. Harikrishnan/IPS

IPS Inter Press Service posted a photo:

Protest march of women workers for higher wages, and against male domination in trade union politics in tea plantations at Munnar in southern Indian state of Kerala.  Credit:  K.S. Harikrishnan/IPS

Protest march of women workers for higher wages, and against male domination in trade union politics in tea plantations at Munnar in southern Indian state of Kerala. Credit: K.S. Harikrishnan/IPS

Dusty Roads

This tape includes some of the songs I’ve been listening to every early winter for quite a few years, and it’s been inspired especially by afternoons lying in bed with my lover under blankets daydreaming of days when we’ll be able to travel & also inspired by solo train trips in the sunshine this gorgeous early winter.
01. Roll Away Your Stone – Mumford & Sons
02. re: Stacks – Bon Iver
03. Hang me, Oh Hang me – Oscar Isaac
04. Fare Thee Well – Marcus Mumford & Oscar Isaac
05. The Heart – Needtobreathe
06. The Last Ships – Vio Mire
07. The Hurry and The Harm – City and Colour
08. Ghost Town – First Aid Kit

RIP Adel Termos… A Hero from Lebanon

silverbulletsama:

Rather than running for his life, Adel sacrificed it to save
100s.

This is Adel Termos, a young father of two. 

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Adel spotted the second ISIS
suicide attacker heading towards the Mosque in Burj Al Barajneh, Beirut’s
Southern Suburb, Lebanon, to blow himself up, and take100s of lives gathered to
pray.
Adel ran and tackled the bomber who quickly dispatched his bombs taking
both of his life and Adel’s with him. 

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Adel sacrificed his life for the sake of 100s others. 

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Adel… May your Precious and Heroic soul Rest in Peace.

From Beirut, This Is Paris: In A World That Doesn’t Care About Arab Lives 


When a friend told me past midnight to check the news about Paris, I had no idea that I would be looking at a map of a city I love, delineating locations undergoing terrorist attacks simultaneously. I zoomed in on that map closer; one of the locations was right to where I had stayed when I was there in 2013, down that same boulevard.

The more I read, the higher the number of fatalities went. It was horrible; it was dehumanizing; it was utterly and irrevocably hopeless: 2015 was ending the way it started – with terrorists attack occuring in Lebanon and France almost at the same time, in the same context of demented creatures spreading hate and fear and death wherever they went.

I woke up this morning to two broken cities. My friends in Paris who only yesterday were asking what was happening in Beirut were now on the opposite side of the line. Both our capitals were broken and scarred, old news to us perhaps but foreign territory to them.

Today, 128 innocent civilians in Paris are no longer with us. Yesterday, 45 innocent civilians in Beirut were no longer with us. The death tolls keep rising, but we never seem to learn.

Amid the chaos and tragedy of it all, one nagging thought wouldn’t leave my head. It’s the same thought that echoes inside my skull at every single one of these events, which are becoming sadly very recurrent: we don’t really matter.

When my people were blown to pieces on the streets of Beirut on November 12th, the headlines read: explosion in Hezbollah stronghold, as if delineating the political background of a heavily urban area somehow placed the terrorism in context.

When my people died on the streets of Beirut on November 12th, world leaders did not rise in condemnation. There were no statements expressing sympathy with the Lebanese people. There was no global outrage that innocent people whose only fault was being somewhere at the wrong place and time should never have to go that way or that their families should never be broken that way or that someone’s sect or political background should never be a hyphen before feeling horrified at how their corpses burned on cement. Obama did not issue a statement about how their death was a crime against humanity; after all what is humanity but a subjective term delineating the worth of the human being meant by it?

What happened instead was an American senator wannabe proclaiming how happy he was that my people died, that my country’s capital was being shattered, that innocents were losing their lives and that the casualties included people of all kinds of kinds.

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When my people died, no country bothered to lit up its landmarks in the colors of their flag. Even Facebook didn’t bother with making sure my people were marked safe, trivial as it may be. So here’s your Facebook safety check: we’ve, as of now, survived all of Beirut’s terrorist attacks.

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When my people died, they did not send the world in mourning. Their death was but an irrelevant fleck along the international news cycle, something that happens in those parts of the world.

And you know what, I’m fine with all of it. Over the past year or so, I’ve come to terms with being one of those whose lives don’t matter. I’ve come to accept it and live with it.

Expect the next few days to exhibit yet another rise of Islamophobia around the world. Expect pieces about how extremism has no religion and about how the members of ISIS are not true Muslims, and they sure are not, because no person with any inkling of morality would do such things. ISIS plans for Islamophobic backlashes so it can use the backlash to point its hellish finger and tell any susceptible mind that listens: look, they hate you.

And few are those who are able to rise above.

Expect the next few days to have Europe try and cope with a growing popular backlash against the refugees flowing into its lands, pointing its fingers at them and accusing them of causing the night of November 13th in Paris. If only Europe knew, though, that the night of November 13 in Paris has been every single night of the life of those refugees for the past two years. But sleepless nights only matter when your country can get the whole world to light up in its flag color.

The more horrifying part of the reaction to the Paris terrorist attacks, however, is that some Arabs and Lebanese were more saddened by what was taking place there than what took place yesterday or the day before in their own backyards. Even among my people, there is a sense that we are not as important, that our lives are not as worthy and that, even as little as it may be, we do not deserve to have our dead collectively mourned and prayed for.

It makes sense, perhaps, in the grand sense of a Lebanese population that’s more likely to visit Paris than Dahyeh to care more about the former than about the latter, but many of the people I know who are utterly devastated by the Parisian mayhem couldn’t give a rat’s ass about what took place at a location 15 minutes away from where they lived, to people they probably encountered one day as they walked down familiar streets.

We can ask for the world to think Beirut is as important as Paris, or for Facebook to add a “safety check” button for us to use daily, or for people to care about us. But the truth of the matter is, we are a people that doesn’t care about itself to begin. We call it habituation, but it’s really not. We call it the new normal, but if this normality then let it go to hell.

In the world that doesn’t care about Arab lives, Arabs lead the front lines.

 

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