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The Richard Nixon school of ballet and the arts / Wind turbines
« on: January 09, 2014, 09:32:09 pm »
I'm fascinated by these fuckers. We don't have them on the Western side of the state, but go to the Eastern side and they're everyfuckingwhere:

And they're quite large.

I've never gotten up close to them. You can drive through them, but you aren't supposed to stop and hang out with them. Do you guys have many of them near where you live? They're so weird. And cool.


Only one week into Colorado’s history-making recreational marijuana industry, one shop has already sold out of pot, others fear they may soon join it and perhaps as many as 100,000 people have legally purchased marijuana at Colorado stores.

Industry advocates estimate Colorado stores have already done more than $5 million in sales — including $1 million on New Year’s Day — though National Cannabis Industry Association executive director Aaron Smith acknowledges those are “back-of-the-envelope” figures. The owner of one store said she expects to make as much in sales in the first 10 days of January as she did all of last year selling medical marijuana.

“I had a dream once that I opened my store and didn’t have any competition,” said Robin Hackett, a co-owner of BotanaCare in Northglenn. “I had no idea it was a nightmare.”

Fears of marijuana shortages pervade the young industry. On Wednesday, a sign hung in the door to The Clinic location near Colorado Boulevard and Interstate 25 in Denver: “We are currently out of recreational cannabis. Please check back tomorrow. Sorry for the inconvenience.”

Many shops have imposed caps on maximum purchase amounts well below the caps required under state law. Numerous store owners say they have sold out of marijuana-infused edible products. Toni Fox, the owner of 3D Cannabis Center in Denver, said she closed her store down on Monday and Tuesday this week, just to restock and give her staff a rest.

Even for stores that reported robust inventory, like High Country Healing in Silverthorne, owners said marijuana could become scarce across the industry if more stores don’t get their licenses approved and open to absorb the flood of interest.

I almost wish RWHN was still here, just so I could witness the hand-wringing spin.  :lol:

Literate Chaotic / So I was born in 1971
« on: December 27, 2013, 07:32:01 am »
So here is a crazy super-undeveloped realization that I had on my way to the store for a beer tonight. It has to do with being mixed-race.

Out of the blue, I kind of went oh. OH. I was born in 1971. My mom, a blond blue-eyed white woman, was all up in the equal rights movement. For me, a kid, it happened a long time ago. So long ago, before I was even born. Right? No. For my mom, it was happening while she was fucking a black guy, my dad. I mean, the difference between 1968 and her getting her ass knocked up in 1970? That ain't shit. She was a white girl choosing to fuck a black guy. Never mind he's 3/4 Native American, 1970 don't give a fuck about that. That is, unbelievably, even more complicated.

So I grew up. And rarely, I would see little mixed kids, and I would always be happy when I did. INCREDIBLY rarely, in the Pacific NW, I would see a mixed-race adult, and I always thought they were so so amazing. In my era, the talk shows often featured mixed-race families, with the kids who could never fit into black or white communities. The outcasts, the kids with no identity.

And I got older. And would see more and more mixed-race kids, and they would stare at me. Especially in my late 20's, early 30's, they would stare at me and I would smile at them and their mamas and papas, to say, yes, yes, you are doing something right. But I still didn't get it. And into my late 30's, encountering more mixed-race adults, having that excited conversation with the clerk at the grocery store, somehow it took me until now to realize;

There aren't actually that many of us from my generation. I came into existence on the very tail end of segregation. When I was born racist lending laws were still in place in my hometown, it was still illegal for a human being to be black after 4 pm in a nearby burg. That was happening. That happened. I used to blow my own mind at the idea that when my dad was growing up, he could not drink from white water fountains, use white bathrooms, or eat in white restaurants. Now, I am astonishing myself at the racism that I myself grew up with, and wonder, truly, at what my own children will find astonishing when they turn 42.


This is Peter Gabriel now:

We're old, and we're gonna die. Merry Christmas!

The Richard Nixon school of ballet and the arts / Um, Sweden?
« on: December 23, 2013, 04:41:24 am »

What is going ON over there?

Sweden's Christmas goat torched yet again

Gävle's Yuletide goat has failed to survive until Christmas after it was set on fire during the early hours of Saturday morning in what has become an infamous annual event.

The massive straw goat, which this year had been beefed up with flame retardant liquid, has long been a target for arsonists since the first one was erected in the central Swedish city in 1966.

Police authorities were alerted at 4am that the 13-metre tall Gävle goat (Gävlebocken) was on fire and emergency services were quickly on the scene.

"We are out looking with patrols and as usual keeping an open mind on this matter," Fredrik Nilsson of the Gävle police told Aftonbladet.

He added to the TT news agency; "I have a hard time believing that it may have started because of natural causes."

In November officials in Gävle were confident the 2013 vintage would stand a chance of surviving through the holiday season telling The Local that it "should be much harder to burn down."

However, such optimism proved unfounded with the latest arson attack leaving members of the local goat committee dismayed.
"We are really sorry. We are supposed to celebrate Christmas and New Year with the goat in place. We are very sorry that it can't be just left be," said Maria Nässert, spokesperson for the goat committee in Gävle to TT.

The goat has made headlines in the past after Swedes tried to kidnap the structure by helicopter and after some youths got suspicious goat tattoos shortly after it burned down last year. Once, an American tourist was convicted of arson after he burned it to the ground, thinking it was a harmless tradition and not realizing such an act was indeed against the law.

Indeed, the goat has been burned to the ground more often than it has been left standing. It was first torched in 1969 while the class of 1977 only got to bleat for six hours.

The goat, which has its own Twitter account, posted a message on Friday saying it felt "confident" and was "longing for Christmas.

After it was set ablaze the goat took to the social media network to express its sorrow but did keep the Yuletide spirit alive by wishing its thousands of followers a happy Christmas.

"I'm so sad my friends that I have to leave you now! Thank you for this year! Take care and have a Merry Christmas and a happy new year!" posted the Gävlebocken. 

Local media reported that the goat has been set ablaze at least 24 times since the first one was put on display back in 1966.

The Richard Nixon school of ballet and the arts / A new 50-post suggestion
« on: December 22, 2013, 10:35:02 pm »
So, we're all basically a raft of assholes. But in the past, we've been assholes who vaguely followed a system of checks and balances to make this board more fun for newcomers, because the bottom line is it's an internet and nobody is going to play if it isn't fun.

This system consisted of two parts:

Part 1. The 50-Post Rule, later downgraded to the 50-Post Suggestion, which was the practice of waiting until a new person had made 50 posts before Showing Them What or accusing them of being a troll, even if they were cocky, annoying, pineal, or lame.

Part 2. The Welcoming Committee, which if I recall consisted of myself, Ratatosk, and Cramulus. We in particular were tasked with being friendly and inquiring and trying to engage the noob in conversation.

Over time, however, the system has deteriorated, and in fact has at this point been cast pretty much entirely to the wayside. Internet forums are not as popular as they once were so we get fewer visitors, and persistent trolls like Poptart have made us suspicious.

The problem with that suspicion is that if you are wearing shitheel-tinted glasses, every noob is going to look like a shitheel. That affects how we perceive and interact with every new person here. Some people sail on through it, others, perhaps already a little intimidated, try too hard or make the wrong jokes, or hold their mouth funny or are wearing the wrong color sweater, and invariably someone tells them they're doin' it wrong, and things after that usually go as well as you'd expect them to go.

I don't especially like to see my bipedal friends on all fours, and the way we react to noobs has become reflexive, habitual... it isn't very bipedal of us. We're wearing shitheel-tinted glasses. I'd like to propose a new 50-Post Rule, in which we refrain from telling the noobs that they're doin' it wrong, and give them a chance to figure it out on their own. Even if you don't care for their tone. Further, it would be nice if a few of us made a point of seeking to reach out to the new person and engage them in conversation. Just like you would do at a party. Hey there, new guy... so what do you like to do?

Maybe they'll turn out to be a shitheel. Lots of people are, and basically every single one of us is a dumbass on some level or other. Maybe they'll turn out to be Poptart. But so what, really? There's plenty of time to verbally abuse them later, and the worst thing Poptart can do is "I'm Poptart, LOL!"

The Richard Nixon school of ballet and the arts / FUCK EVERYTHING
« on: December 16, 2013, 08:02:47 pm »
This is my new theme song.

The Richard Nixon school of ballet and the arts / For Twid
« on: December 16, 2013, 01:19:49 am »
So, I don't know if you actually intend to read the Atheists and White Supremacists thread. But if you do, I think you'll find what I found, which is that Coyote shat all the fuck over me, and over Roger (he did more shitting on Roger in Open Bar) and that I didn't shit back. Nor did Roger. I am not at all clear on how or why it is that you have concluded that he is somehow the poor, beleaguered victim in need of your support. I have no idea what's wrong with him but as far as I can tell he just comes across as a mean fucking drunk.

I don't know why you're insistent on blaming me or Roger for Coyote's meltdown. Whatever it is, is HIS problem, and HIS bad behavior. Nobody else caused it. Nobody he targets with this kind of abusive venom deserves to be told that they should kiss and make up.

This is abusive:

Fuck this place.
I don't even remember if spine out against peny being an edgy ass for the billionth time in a way pissed Nigel off.

so fuck you and Nigel

the fuck ever.  I'm too d fucking pissed to go fucking digging for the thread Whet pent fucking acts like an ass towards the religious and people did or did nor jumo all over his ass for it.  Evidently that thread is being used to talk shit about atheists being pissed about Nigel' s sweeping inclusion of atheists with white supremacists.  not even that we are terrible people but that we are people that aren't of much account huddled up to attack members Oahe of our tribe or some other bullshit.

so I'm fucking done with you and Nigel.

well you have certainly shown me the errors of my sinful ways.


get fucked Nigel.
you chose to make a point in deliberately trollish wau and while I acknowledge the validity of your point you have lost my respect.  not that anyone actually gives a shit about my opinion or input or contributions here.

seriously get fucked.  I had no fucking vine in this weird ass beef you have with atheists the  because fucking white boy pent shat all over religious folk. I defined myself as an atheist because I didn't give a fuck about the existence of a fucking diety,  but evidently this is a fucking "check your fucking privledge white boy" moment.  Thank you fucking condescending wannabe mother figure.  I fucking had this sneaking suspicion that was the root of your fucking issue. could you care to enlighten this poor ignorant white boy about how his fucking white privledge had some how blinded gin to the wondrous fucking position of privledge he had gained by rejecting the validity that he needs to pay homage to a fucking diety that regardless of its existence doesn't fucking matter to him?

I was fucking super religious, until I left basic.  Then I had a very very fucking brief religion is stupid phase that lasted die maybe a year.  Now I just don't fucking care.

Funny fucking thing two fucking days ago I publicly coving my support to a friend of mine regarding her faith and my vehement disdain for Atheists, and constantly point all the fucking awesome shit we have because certain religious faiths placed knowledge of the natural world on a pat with seeking the knowledge of the divine because they saw no difference between the two.
but because I don't fucking brag about how often I defend religion in my day to day life from Jack ass Atheists and don't fucking chew out the fucking jackass behavior of pent I am evidently the sane class as white supremacists. 
shit maybe I should have been talking shit to twid for gigs spiritual exploration,  or rofer die fits fucking sermons, or you for whatever Tybee duck thing your Jahr recently dinner towards some shrine.

that is why I am pissed.  not because I have suddenly had my white cishet male privledge shoved in my face. 
I've gotten shit from my family for not being Catholic so fuck off.

I've been dealing with a whole other level of shit beyond my bitching about school so again fuck off with your weird fucking agenda

and then being told I have a position of privledge or have to have one in order to say "hey I don't worship gods" and then to have roger invalidate my fucking rage Obert this shit because I didn't get his back on pent being a dick about religion.
that is is also why I am furious.
I evidently only matter in so far as I support and defend certain people here and only if I always do so.
because it's not life I haven't ripped into people for being shits before.  But I guess it only matters if its special topics.
I've been so furious I almost cut class because I am shaking with rage. This is the kind of rage that were those two assholes members of my family i would have cut ties with them after screaming at them until my throat bled.
so fuck them
I've been having a shitty quarter already. I don't need some selectively moralistic shits call me I am a fucking nazi for not kowtowing to invisible sky dudes.
It's not life I already hate myself for being tpo cowardly to be combat arms and for even being a member of the fucking us military who may have probably had a hand in killing hundreds of people simply by doing his job.
I don't need some fucking whit privilege giilt trip fire being an atheist.

or withdrawal it make you fucks happy if I just stopped posting here for f I bkung 3v er.
becaue evidently what little content I have provided,  directly to riger, us just not enough.  u need to do when he wants it and gods ducky forbid I fucking write a paper instead of coming up with clever insults or goi g trolling.  or whatever the dunk else us what he wants.

He didn't even read the fucking thread. He doesn't give a fuck what my intentions were, or what I meant. He just wants to tell me I'm a "fucking moralistic shit" and that I can fuck off.

I wouldn't put up with this kind of abusive treatment from ANYONE, and I don't give a fuck whether he's going through rough times or whether he's your friend. Don't stand on your head to apologize for him, or stir shit by texting him that people are being mean to him on Peedee by referencing the fact that he told them repeatedly and incoherently to fuck themselves.

So he has problems. He has PTSD. Is there something that makes his PTSD trump mine? He can do what I did, which is get therapy. And while he's at it he should consider getting his drunk, abusive ass under control.

The Richard Nixon school of ballet and the arts / HEY ROGER
« on: December 12, 2013, 06:03:06 am »
BF wants to know why there are clamshells in Phoenix? I told him that whole thing used to be under the ocean but he is convinced that there are desert clams in Arizona. Help.

The Richard Nixon school of ballet and the arts / Snowfall
« on: December 07, 2013, 12:20:55 am »
It snowed last night. That means that when I woke up, the world was blanketed in two inches of soft, white powder. I had, on short notice, agreed to bring my poster in and speak for a student event.

Ordinarily, I walk. Bringing my poster meant driving. In snow.

Newcomers don't understand why Portlanders hate driving in snow. They think that the way the city shuts down is ridiculous, especially the ones who come from those icy northern countries like Nebraska, where it snows ten feet a day every winter, and the winters last eight months. The  thing they don't realize is that there are multiple factors influencing Portland's snow-preparedness. The first, not insignificantly, is that this shit only happens about once every three years, and it usually melts off or evaporates before anyone has to drive in it. For the first 30-odd years of my life, the City of Portland only owned three snowplows. The first response to snow is "ignore it and see if it goes away". Not without reason; it usually does. IF the roads get graveled, it will invariably be too late, after the snow has been packed into ice. And they use pea gravel. The effect on vehicular traction is not unlike throwing ball-bearings on a skating rink.

If people want to live in a city that is prepared for snow, they should move to one where it snows.

I myself have only driven in Portland snow twice, including today. I've driven in the mountains in the winter; that's utterly different. Driving in the snow in Portland is terrifying, and that terror is five parts snow, and eight hundred parts people who came here from somewhere else who think they can drive in snow. They're probably right, but that's irrelevant; the mistake they're making is in thinking that snow in Portland is actually snow. That's an easy mistake to make, but it isn't snow, it's treachery, and it's a lot harder to drive in treachery than it looks like it would be. So they're like "I have my four-wheel-drive SUV and I'm experienced in snow driving" and the thing they don't realize is that it's going to use that against them. And then the next thing they know they've driven into a row of bike racks, a motorcycle, a parked car, and a light post at 5 miles per hour, their SUV is totaled, and they're confused and humbled. Thereafter, they are just as afraid to drive in snow as any good Portlander, because what happened didn't make any sense and they don't understand it so they fear it. Just like the rest of us.

Science tells us that it is this way because the temperature here just isn't cold enough, so the snow packs down into ice on the roads right away and is so close to the melting point that the friction of car tires melts it a tiny bit, making it extraordinarily slippery. My theory is that it's the song of the bridges, the same song that occasionally causes us to have the urge that leaves a lone bicycle leaning against the railing, no rider in sight. We don't mean to, it's just that the siren song rises these urges up in us and before we know it we're on autopilot, climbing over the railing or fighting the impulse to swerve off the bridge.That water vapor rises right up off the rivers and captures some of that song, and then it falls down on us in the winter, the soft pat-pat-pat of the snowflakes masking the song as they fall.

THAT'S the real reason the city shuts down when it snows, and the real reason everyone scurries home, pulls the blinds, and drinks until it passes.

I did get there safely, despite several mildly alarming slides and being stuck behind a guy turning left for several lights because he couldn't seem to get enough traction to get started. When I got to the auditorium, the event was canceled.

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