Adapt/Outlast

Yo, check this out.

No sun and no future for Sights.

No sun and no future for Sights.

northwestdarkness:

bouquetofclumsywordsx:

northwestdarkness:

objectoccult:

Before the availability of the tape recorder and during the 1950s, when vinyl was scarce, people in the Soviet Union began making records of banned Western music on discarded x-rays. With the help of a special device, banned bootlegged jazz and rock ‘n’ roll records were “pressed” on thick radiographs salvaged from hospital waste bins and then cut into discs of 23-25 centimeters in diameter. “They would cut the X-ray into a crude circle with manicure scissors and use a cigarette to burn a hole,” says author Anya von Bremzen. “You’d have Elvis on the lungs, Duke Ellington on Aunt Masha’s brain scan — forbidden Western music captured on the interiors of Soviet citizens.”

This is insanely cool.

Jake remember when HM was going to try and do this?

Yup. I still want to and I have the machine to do it.

So sick.

northwestdarkness:

bouquetofclumsywordsx:

northwestdarkness:

objectoccult:

Before the availability of the tape recorder and during the 1950s, when vinyl was scarce, people in the Soviet Union began making records of banned Western music on discarded x-rays. With the help of a special device, banned bootlegged jazz and rock ‘n’ roll records were “pressed” on thick radiographs salvaged from hospital waste bins and then cut into discs of 23-25 centimeters in diameter. “They would cut the X-ray into a crude circle with manicure scissors and use a cigarette to burn a hole,” says author Anya von Bremzen. “You’d have Elvis on the lungs, Duke Ellington on Aunt Masha’s brain scan — forbidden Western music captured on the interiors of Soviet citizens.”

This is insanely cool.

Jake remember when HM was going to try and do this?

Yup. I still want to and I have the machine to do it.

So sick.

jesusernestomartinez:

Temporary flier until I can announce the headliner next week. Thanks for all the years. This will be the final show at the Quesadilla Factory and  It truly fucking ruled. Will I ever book a show after this? No idea yet. Click photo for event page!

jesusernestomartinez:

Temporary flier until I can announce the headliner next week. Thanks for all the years. This will be the final show at the Quesadilla Factory and  It truly fucking ruled. Will I ever book a show after this? No idea yet. Click photo for event page!

evergreennoise:

DillaFest. Locals Only. 2nd to Last Show at Dilla Factory.  Click Photo for Event Page and RSVP. 

evergreennoise:

DillaFest. Locals Only. 2nd to Last Show at Dilla Factory.  Click Photo for Event Page and RSVP. 

At the tender age of fifteen, an event occurred which I still consider to be way up there in my most humiliating please-kill-me-now moments (and there are quite a few to choose from). My then-boyfriend Matt had earlier announced to a friend in an English class that we had had sex. This became a rumor which was overheard by teacher who apparently became concerned about my reputation. Cue the school nurse pulling me out of a science class, leaving everyone speculating that I must be pregnant, resulting in me sitting opposite the nurse and deputy head while they looked at me with utter disdain and asked me:

“So.. what exactly did you get up to with Matt?”

Expecting no more than a lecture, a few leaflets on sexually transmitted diseases and maybe a free condom if I was lucky, I made the very poor decision to just be honest. Unfortunately, I got quite a lot more than I bargained for. The school later called up my mum and told her the details of the conversation, which I thought had been in confidence. But even worse, they had also reported it to social services because they thought I was promiscuous and at risk.

At my school, apparently it was OK for teachers to listen to students’ gossip and label me as ‘promiscuous’ based on nothing more than rumor. Apparently it was OK to go behind my back to speak to my mum and social services, without even asking me how I felt about the whole issue. Apparently it was OK to make me feel ashamed and humiliated about having sex.

When the teacher first overheard Matt talking about us having sex – did they assume he was promiscuous? Of course not. Were social services informed just because he had decided to have sex? Not a chance. Had they even considered that he could be vulnerable? No way. The teacher speaking to him just told him to make sure he ‘put something on the end of it’. We had both done exactly the same thing and yet for me the consequences were much more severe. I either had to be vulnerable or promiscuous if I was having sex as a teen, whereas for Matt it was completely normal. The message was very clear – if you’re a girl having sex as a teenager, you’re a slut. If you’re a boy having sex – well, you’re just a boy.

Why do police have quotas? If a doctor went around intentionally sneezing on people to get more patients, that would be seen as a travesty to their profession. But police, can sit around and wait for someone to turn on a red light or commit other mundane ‘offenses’ because they have quotas to meet. Quotas are all the proof we need that policing is not a public service vocation; it’s a business and a subsidiary of Wall Street.
mindmeltent:

They’ll use M.I.C.E. to make you RAT.

mindmeltent:

They’ll use M.I.C.E. to make you RAT.