Went to the Aboriginal artifact exhibit in Chicago. And it’s interesting. How many blankets and masks and totem poles say ‘unknown source’, because every five seconds my mom would stop and point to something and say. “Pauline’s grandmother made that,” or, “That belongs to Mike’s family, I should call him” because. It’s all stolen
“These artifacts were excavated by archaeologists from a burial site in the 1970’s. The remains were returned for reinterment”
Okay cool, cool cool. So you just, like. Dug up the grave of a respected family member, stripped them naked, mailed their body back to their family and kept everything they were lovingly put to rest in. Like a graverobbing bastard
Reminds me of the time when of the elders from my hometown started touching a totem pole in the Museum of Anthropology out at UBC and got yelled at by the staff, only to tell him that the pole had been stolen off of the front of her bighouse when she was ten years old.
Museum collectors did the equivalent of kidnapping a family member when they were away fishing.
Friendly reminder that GIMP does pretty much everything Photoshop does, and it’s 100% free. Fuck DRM and the license culture, we have plenty of open source options available to us as a consumer.
Lightworks is a freeware video editor on par with Premiere
Blender is an excellent freeware 3D renderer,possibly better than After Effects
cersei lannister deserved to be murdered, not to die in an embrace with someone she’s been emotionally manipulating for years. she didn’t deserve tears.
jaime lannister deserved a knight’s death; protecting the innocent people against a tyrant, just as he did in the past.
This is utter and absolute bullshit and Caster Semenya and all the other women who will find themselves in her position in the future due to this absurd, discriminatory ruling deserve so much better. I am so angry and so sad for her.
I knew this kid in college who was a total f*ckboi, he was always crude to me an came off as really arrogant and conceited. I really did not like him, and he probably had no idea.
Then the year after we graduated, his dad passed suddenly. I heard about it through the grapevine and thought about reaching out. Nobody, no matter the size of their ego, deserves that. But I didn’t reach out.
He decided to start his own personal training business, and he and his brother founded a golfing event in honor of their father. Their family started to pick up the pieces.
Not even a year after his dad passed, his house caught fire, killing his younger brother and the family dog. He and his mother survived.
My heart totally shattered for them. I donated to the fund to help them get back on their feet, but I still didn’t reach out to offer words of comfort or support. Honestly, what do you even say to someone who has been gutted by tragedy? What comfort could a practical stranger possibly offer?
I still can’t imagine the visceral pain he must feel, and I have known my own tragedies. He appealed to his town’s council to have a day of observance for his brother, and organized a run in his honor. He has determinedly turned his grief into positive, constructive things that honor his family.
This week, he opened a new facility, a gym, indicating how much his small personal training business has grown in just a couple years. I just saw the pictures of the grand opening on instagram, and was overwhelmed by how proud I am of him.
When I knew him, he was an annoying boy who thought way too highly of himself. From a distance, I’ve watched him enter the inferno and come back out a stronger, better person. I really admire him now, and I just needed somewhere to put that realization.
