peta objectification

''I, like many vegans/animal rights-ists, often find myself rather unimpressed with many of the activities of People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals. One of the main claims urged against PETA is their numerous sexual images of women which constitute ‘objectification’, which is bad..

Female humans are not killed on the same scale as chickens. But the fact that so many of them experience sexual violence, the fact that historically most sex has been non-consensual (since marriage was seen as making consent irrelevant),constitute a no less serious crisis.

If we can recognise objectification of chickens as a component of the complex of ideas which support ongoing violence against them, then we should recognise that same taint in objectification of women. Organisations which try to oppose one system should not do so by participating in the other''

-Alderson

seonna hong

"The greatest cure for anger is delay."

- Seneca

that which is what i want which is that i want it.

maybe i am a masochist. maybe i like pain, maybe that’s what keeps me going with everything..getting the FIX. because i can’t understand why else i would attempt to learn a language as excruciatingly difficult as icelandic. it’s like everything is spoken in metaphors, i can never get just a straight translation of something. for instance, if i want to say ”stop sticking your tongue out at me asshole” it would translate into something like ”stop pointing that which is the slimy body part in the mouth which is yours and tastes” or something..

i just want to speak it fluently NOW. no more ”learning” and..”effort”. i wish i had some kind of hard drive for a brain with a ubs cord on the back of my neck and i can just buy an icelandic program which just needs to be downloaded into my system. like the matrix or something. i want that.

but on the lighter side.. as difficult as it is, i am getting somewhere. i’m able to form bad sentences, and talk to my mother in law like a two year old. usually when i get frustrated i just say to myself ”c’mon!!..it’s not like it’s chinese.”

because its not..soo..

:o)

lil weezy and his GQ interview

* Weezie: I always tell somebody that’s why I am good, that’s why I’m okay, because I’m being me, I’m doing me. Now the day I gotta write stuff down—no one can believe what’s written down. Perfect example: If I was a bum and I told you I had a mansion around the corner and three Bentleys and twenty-eight bitches in my house butt naked waiting for me, you wouldn’t believe me. I’d say you stink, say Get out my face, give him $100, and say Get the fuck.

But if there was a book that said, there was this bum with a mansion with twenty bitches in it, you’ll try to use it and put it toward real life. That’s why I don’t write nothing down. That’s why I don’t believe the Bible, nothing that’s written, because nothing that’s written is to be believed.

* Terry Richardson: So you don't believe in books?

* Weezie: Well. There is one I read and get information from. The damn dictionary. Yeah, when we be in the studio fussing over a word—no, it don’t mean that it mean this! Go to the Internet, Google that shit. That’s like a normal thing to do around here. Dictionary comes up as one of those little things on my computer.

..and he makes millions of dollars.

”At work, when I crack open a fresh box of mackerel, spread it onto a piece of rye-crisp bread, close my eyes and enjoy the distinctive fishy tomato flavor, I take a mental trip back to a sunny summers’ day in my grandparents’ paradise garden, as I used to call it, and long for Norway.”

-Eygló Svala Arnarsdóttir, Iceland Review

no you don’t! this is why i hate the icelandic review publication, their articles are loaded with nothing but poetic crap. trust me, when i'm in the mood, i find my sources. but whenever you want to know about news happening in iceland (in english) and hear real stories i get this sugar coated unrealistic garbage. who give’s a fuck about your ”grandparent’s paradise garden” and by the way, i don’t even know what the fuck that is. and do you really ”close your eyes and take a mental trip back to norway” whenver you eat a fish on a cracker? give me a break eygló.

''Fewer than 10 percent of the 1.3 million legally blind people in the United States read Braille, and just 10 percent of blind children are learning it, according to a report to be released Thursday by the National Federation of the Blind.

By comparison, at the height of its use in the 1950s, more than half the nation’s blind children were learning Braille. Today Braille is considered by many to be too difficult, too outdated, a last resort.”

-Ben Nuckols AP Writer

"Speaking from his hospital bed, the injured man said the panda had looked so cute he had just wanted to hug it."

- Panda attacks man in Chinese zoo

andrew archer

Troels Carlsen

“Personally, I think it would only be fair to allow women unfettered access to higher education for the next 100 years or so, and routinely block men’s access — either by outright refusing their entrance or by reminding them of how inferior they are or by continually telling them that they “can’t have it all” and if they want a life and a job then they need to choose now (and of course emphasize that the morally sound choice is the “life”).

Put the majority of house and child-care responsibilities on men’s shoulders. Then structure domestic work policy in a way that makes it incredibly difficult for men to have enough time, money and energy to raise their kids and continue working full-time. Guilt them for being bad employees and bad parents. If they decide to stay home, tell them that they’re letting their brains turn to jelly and that they’re a disgrace to the Brotherhood. If they decide to work full-time, tell them that their children are deprived, and will inevitably grow up to be serial killers. And if they have the audacity to demand flexible work schedules so that they can balance their lives, guilt them some more about straining the resources of their workplace and asking for special treatment. Accuse them of being socialists.

Then allow women access not only to higher education, but also to the better-paying blue-collar jobs — and tell men that, unfortunately, no one in their right mind would trust a man to fix their car or their plumbing. Women have the small nimble fingers and the fine motor skills necessary to put all those little parts together. Don’t blame me, it’s just biology. And when men start to call bullshit, question their sexuality, their physical attractiveness, and their sanity.”

Dinesh D'Souza

the icelandic economy

”We had hundreds and hundreds of people studying finance.” This in a country the size of Kentucky, but with fewer citizens than greater Peoria, Illinois. Peoria, Illinois, doesn’t have global financial institutions, or a university devoting itself to training many hundreds of financiers, or its own currency. And yet the world was taking Iceland seriously.

There’s a charming lack of financial experience in Icelandic financial-policymaking circles. The minister for business affairs is a philosopher. The finance minister is a veterinarian. The Central Bank governor is a poet. Haarde, though, is a trained economist—just not a very good one. The economics department at the University of Iceland has him pegged as a B-minus student. As a group, the Independence Party’s leaders have a reputation for not knowing much about finance and for refusing to avail themselves of experts who do.

..on icelandic resources

The waterfalls and boiling lava generate vast amounts of cheap power, but, unlike oil, it cannot be profitably exported. Iceland’s power is trapped in Iceland, and if there is something poetic about the idea of trapped power, there is also something prosaic in how the Icelanders have come to terms with the problem. They asked themselves: What can we do that other people will pay money for that requires huge amounts of power? The answer was: smelt aluminum.”

-michael lewis (vanity fair 2009)

"I didn’t like the way I looked, the way I dressed and moved, what I achieved and what I felt I was worth. But there was so much energy in me, such belief that one day I’d be handsome and clever and superior and admired, such anticipation when I met new people and new situations. Is that what makes me sad?"

- Bernhard Schlink

the need to greet the teller

my husband and i discussed possibly robbing a bank. (in jest for all you government douches reading my blog.) we decided we were definitely gonna dress up..i was thinking a spandex cat suit with a batgirl eye mask. we noted that if we DID ever rob a bank, he would definitely have to be on his knees because he’s six foot four and we need to be anonymous.

we took into account various disguises..

..nuns

..presidential masks like point break (played out)

and

..muslim extremists

i just have to giggle, were so clumsy it would never work :oD

rambunctious sex scenes?..

am I the only one that really wasn’t impressed by the Reader? When it was all said and done, I just didn’t feel it was that big of a deal. The movie was portrayed much more dramatic then I felt it should be, AND I really wasn’t all that amazed by Kate Winslet’s performance either. I didn’t feel any connection with her character, it was so bland. She barely spoke any words during the first half of the film, and I don’t believe Kate Winslet is the type of actress good enough to convey emotion without really saying anything. All I could think of was ”Kate Winslet talking with a pseudo German accent with hint of a Swedish dialect” or ”Kate Winslet..wow her boobs really changed since Titanic.” and ”Wow Kate Winslet without much makeup on.” She doesn’t show me fire, I need more from her. But I respect her..I guess. But this whole thing with the ”greatest actress of our time” media spell doesn’t really fool me. I’ve experienced better. But I look forward to watching Revolutionary Road. Maybe that’ll change my opinion of her? I mean, in all honestly she makes really good sex scenes if that counts for anything…

eternal winter

…or so it seems. So i asked my husband when, oh when does it just begin to show a hint of spring in Iceland, and he just gave me that look and smiled. He said ”well, basically we have nine months of winter” and a good summer (which means sun, clear skies, little to no rain) is not even a given for the remaining three months out of the year. So as I look outside the window and bid everyone a happy march..I realize that there is STILL snow on the ground, and winter has shown no sign of even potentially stopping.

Deep down inside I really don’t mind. A couple days ago my husband had a reunion with one of his friends that he hadn’t seen in a few years. We decided to go for a drive through the winding roads up the hillside and blow smoke. He had actually been to a few cities in the United States, one of those being Orlando. They decided to skip going to Miami because his fiancee was pregnant and sick and, they didn’t feel the drive would be best. I congratulated them on such a well made decision. Then I described the Miami heat as if someone had locked you into a sauna for twenty four hours, without food. That seemed to get the point across :o) and make him laugh so that’s all that matters. (no the representation I give Miami to Icelandic people does not matter) I speak the truth!

So the weather change I’ve experienced really doesn’t bother me. Besides, I have just figured out how to layer properly. Everytime I would go outside, I figured I had enough to keep me warm but I’d always end up being a little cold. So here’s what I do now.. I wear a shirt of course, throw on a hoodie, put on my icelandic wool lopapeysa,following a jacket. I remember just two days ago when I first tried that combination. My husband and I were walking outside and 10 minutes later I say to myself, ”I’m not cold!!” It was the turning point.

Spring officially beings somewhere around the end of march I believe. Maybe I’m speaking to early when I refer to Iceland and the eternal winter. I guess we’ll see. I always happen to have a weird effect on weather anyways. Last summer in Iceland it was unusually the hot. The winter before that when I visited, it was unusually cold.

So much for that, it’s snowing outside.