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I love that this #StarWars holiday special isn't canon, but Bea's character Ackmena most definitely IS considered canon.

#beaarthur #fotd #faceoftheday #restingbeaface #rbf #goldengirls #thegoldengirls #dorothyzbornak #staygolden #Ackmena
dancindanw.bsky.social dancindanw.bsky.social @dancindanw.bsky.social · 2d
In 1978 on this date we were blessed with the STAR WARS CHRISTMAS SPECIAL 💜 here’s part of the best scene in it - BEA ARTHUR 💙 - @restingbeaface.bsky.social @randystravels.bsky.social @goldengirls85.bsky.social @goldengirlsfans.bsky.social @rosserford.bsky.social
November 17, 2025 at 6:52 PM
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A quarter-million households were chosen to partake in this travel survey. Too few people are responding, and the lack of data could jeopardize millions in federal funding for Central IN transit projects.

How to help:
Central Indiana transit funding at risk due to low survey response. Here's how to help
Funding for major projects in Central Indiana are at risk because too few people are responding to a transit survey.
www.indystar.com
October 22, 2025 at 1:38 PM
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mrsdeborahlynn.bsky.social
www.nbcnews.com/health/cance...
Early-phase research shows Covid mRNA vaccines could give immunotherapies a cancer-fighting boost.

Researchers found that among cancer patients getting immunotherapy, those who got an mRNA Covid vaccine within 100 days before starting their treatment lived longer.
The next cancer-fighting mRNA vaccine may already be here
Early-phase research shows Covid mRNA vaccines could give immunotherapies a cancer-fighting boost.
www.nbcnews.com
October 20, 2025 at 11:50 PM
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sciam.bsky.social
Wood vaulting, a simple, low-tech approach to storing carbon, has the potential to remove 12 billion tons of carbon dioxide from the atmosphere every year—and some companies are already trying it
Can We Bury Enough Wood to Slow Climate Change?
Wood vaulting, a simple, low-tech approach to storing carbon, has the potential to remove 12 billion tons of carbon dioxide from the atmosphere every year—and some companies are already trying it
www.scientificamerican.com
October 16, 2025 at 1:14 PM
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This heartfelt and meaningful statement by Portland resident and author Cristina Breshears on another social media platform bears reposting here. I don't think the intent is to idealize Portland but to remind all of us what is important and why. (Posted here with permission.)
For nine nights now, the steady thrum of Black Hawk helicopters has circled over Portland. The sound is constant, invasive; a low mechanical beating above our homes. It’s expensive. It’s intimidating. And it’s unnecessary. Our protests have been largely peaceful. There is no insurrection here. Yet this federalized military presence makes us feel like we are living in a war zone (the very kind of chaos this administration claims to be protecting us from). The irony is painful: it is only this occupation that makes Portland feel unsafe. Each hour of helicopter flight costs taxpayers between $2,000 and $4,000, depending on crew, fuel, and maintenance. Multiply that by multiple aircraft over multiple nights, and you’re looking at hundreds of thousands (if not millions) of dollars burned into the sky. Meanwhile, the Woodstock Food Pantry at All Saints Episcopal Church — which feeds working families, elders, and people with disabilities — has seen its federal funding slashed by 75%. How can we justify pouring public money into intimidation while cutting aid to those who simply need to eat? This is waste, fraud, and abuse in plain sight: * Waste of public resources on military theatrics. * Fraud in the name of “public safety.” * Abuse of the communities that federal agencies claim to protect. Portland is a Sanctuary City. A sanctuary city is not a fortress. It’s a promise — a living vow that a community will protect the dignity and safety of everyone who calls it home. It means that local governments and ordinary people alike will refuse to criminalize survival. That schools, clinics, churches, and shelters will remain safe spaces no matter who you are or where you were born. But the term reaches far beyond policy. It’s an ethic of belonging; a refusal to criminalize need, difference, or desperation. Sanctuary isn’t weakness. It’s courage. It takes moral strength to meet suffering with care instead of punishment, to believe that our neighbors’ safety is bound up in our own, to insist that safety is not achieved through force but through community, inclusion, and trust. It is living Matthew 25:40 out loud and in deed. It is an act of moral imagination and moral defiance. To hold sanctuary is to say: you belong here. When we hold space for the most vulnerable — refugees, the unhoused, the undocumented, the disabled, the working poor, the displaced — we become something larger than a collection of individuals. We become a moral body. We do more than offer charity. We offer witness. We declare that the measure of a nation is found not in its towers or tanks, but in its tenderness. Sanctuary cities are not lawless; they are soulful. They represent the conscience of the nation, a place where the laws of empathy still apply. To make sanctuary is to affirm that the United States is not merely a geographic territory, but a moral experiment: a republic that must constantly choose between fear and compassion, between domination and democracy. A nation’s soul is measured not by the might of its military, but by the mercy of its people. When helicopters circle our skies in the name of order, while food pantries struggle to feed the hungry, we are forced to ask: What are we defending, and from whom? The soul of a nation survives only when we make sanctuary for one another. Not through walls or weapons, but through compassion and collective will. If we allow intimidation to replace compassion, we will have traded our conscience for control. Please know that despite the hum of war machines overhead, the conscience of our city — whimsical, creative, stubbornly kind — can still be heard. Portland is not the problem. Portland is the reminder. A reminder that a city can still choose to be sanctuary. That a people can still choose to be human.
October 12, 2025 at 1:02 AM
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In this video I run through all of the big voting and democracy cases the Supreme Court will hear this term and what we need to be watching for. youtu.be/0iKo6YdLxhA
Supreme Court's SHOCKING New Agenda Revealed!
YouTube video by Democracy Docket
youtu.be
October 11, 2025 at 3:31 PM
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sharonk.bsky.social
the Eat Pray Love lady saying this to her cancer-afflicted lesbian partner is wild to me
“But I’m dying,” she said, her eyes filling with tears. “You can’t abandon someone who’s dying.” “I hear you,” I replied. “And I accept that you’re dying. I’ve been preparing for months to say good-bye to you. But this might be the moment when we have to say our good-byes because I won’t stick around for what you’ve gotten yourself into. If we need to say our good-byes now, then I will tell you right now that I love you more than I have ever loved anyone, and I always will. You are the love of my life, and of all my lives. I wanted to walk all the way to the river with you, but that might not be possible for us anymore because I can’t survive the way you’re living. It’s too costly for me. It’s too degrading to my soul. And if the real Rayya were here, she would totally agree with me on this. You and I both know that it’s true.”
August 27, 2025 at 10:42 PM
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29 years ago today, Jamiroquai released the music video for 'Virtual Insanity'
August 19, 2025 at 9:20 PM
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I actually just did a podcast series about this! 😬

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August 7, 2025 at 9:27 PM
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Buffy is so old there were only 103 named elements, we’re at 118 now.

(Yes I pause every show that has a periodic table to see if its period accurate)
Photo of a tv. Onscreen a woman holds an axe with a periodic table visible behind.
July 27, 2025 at 9:36 AM
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July 8, 2025 at 4:40 PM
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guys i’m starting to think all lives do not actually matter to them
July 3, 2025 at 1:38 AM
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elections like this that show strong youth turnout including from first time voters frequently result in radicalizing them against electoralism when they see how the political class denies their votes matter or are real
June 24, 2025 at 10:47 PM
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buddy I haven't seen Haliburton fuck up the south like this since the Deepwater Horizon
June 6, 2025 at 3:07 AM
eastclintwood.bsky.social
I kinda want to join a bowling league again so I can name the team Camilla Parker Bowls
June 5, 2025 at 11:24 PM
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dannyderaney.bsky.social
Wanna see something cool?

At the Grammy's in 1976, Ella Fitzgerald and Mel Torme explained what jazz is.

The result? The crowd losing its mind. 🔥
May 4, 2025 at 1:49 AM
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actually, I was just resting my eyes for a minute till Brooklyn
July 28, 2024 at 4:40 AM
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The largest paying crowd in the history of Wrigley Field was the day Jackie Robinson made his debut. Wrigley is the only park left Jackie played a game in. Mike Ryoko was a kid at that ballpark that day and he wrote about it. Take a minute and read this today.

press.uchicago.edu/Misc/Chicago...
A newspaper clipping from Mike Ryoko part one: Jackie's Debut a Unique Day All that Saturday, the wise men of the neighborhood, who sat in chairs on the sidewalk outside the tavern, had talked about what it would do to baseball. I hung around and listened because baseball was about the most important thing in the world, and if anything was going to ruin it, I was worried. Most of the things they said, I didn't understand, although it all sounded terrible. But could one man bring such ruin? They said he could and would. And the next day he was going to be in Wrigley Field for the first time, on the same diamond as Hack, Nicholson, Cavarretta, Schmitz, Pafko, and all my other idols. I had to see Jackie Robinson, the man who was going to somehow wreck everything. So the next day, another kid and I started walking to the ballpark early. We always walked to save the streetcar fare. It was five or six miles, but I felt about baseball the way Abe Lincoln felt about education. Usually, we could get there just at noon, find a seat in the grandstand, and watch some batting practice. But not that Sunday, May 18, 1947. By noon, Wrigley Field was almost filled. The crowd outside spilled off the sidewalk and into the streets. Scalpers were asking top dollar for box seats and getting it. Part II: I had never seen anything like it. Not just the size, although it was a new record, more than 47,000. But this was twenty-five years ago, and in 1947 few blacks were seen in the Loop, much less up on the white North Side at a Cub game. That day, they came by the thousands, pouring off the northbound Ls and out of their cars. They didn't wear baseball-game clothes. They had on church clothes and funeral clothes·suits, white shirts, ties, gleaming shoes, and straw hats. I've never seen so many straw hats. As big as it was, the crowd was orderly. Almost unnaturally so. People didn't jostle each other. The whites tried to look as if nothing unusual was happening, while the blacks tried to look casual and dignified. So everybody looked slightly ill at ease. For most, it was probably the first time they had been that close to each other in such great numbers. We managed to get in, scramble up a ramp, and find a place to stand behind the last row of grandstand seats. Then they shut the gates. No place remained to stand. Robinson came up in the first inning. I remember the sound. It wasn't the shrill, teenage cry you now hear, or an excited gut roar. They applauded, long, rolling applause. A tall, middle-aged black man stood next to me, a smile of almost painful joy on his face, beating his palms together so hard they must have hurt. Part III: When Robinson stepped into the batter's box, it was as if someone had flicked a switch. The place went silent. He swung at the first pitch and they erupted as if he had knocked it over the wall. But it was only a high foul that dropped into the box seats. I remember thinking it was strange that a foul could make that many people happy. When he struck out, the low moan was genuine. I've forgotten most of the details of the game, other than that the Dodgers won and Robinson didn't get a hit or do anything special, although he was cheered on every swing and every routine play. But two things happened I'll never forget. Robinson played first, and early in the game a Cub star hit a grounder and it was a close play. Just before the Cub reached first, he swerved to his left. And as he got to the bag, he seemed to slam his foot down hard at Robinson's foot. It was obvious to everyone that he was trying to run into him or spike him. Robinson took the throw and got clear at the last instant. I was shocked. That Cub, a hometown boy, was my biggest hero. It was not only an unheroic stunt, but it seemed a rude thing to do in front of people who would cheer for a foul ball. I didn't understand why he had done it. It wasn't at all big league. I didn't know that while the white fans were relatively polite, the Cubs and most other teams kept up a steady stream of racial abuse from the dugout. I thought that all they did down there was talk about how good Wheaties are. Part IV: Late in the game, Robinson was up again, and he hit another foul ball. This time it came into the stands low and fast, in our direction. Somebody in the seats grabbed for it, but it caromed off his hand and kept coming. There was a flurry of arms as the ball kept bouncing, and suddenly it was between me and my pal. We both grabbed. I had a baseball. The two of us stood there examining it and chortling. A genuine major-league baseball that had actually been gripped and thrown by a Cub pitcher, hit by a Dodger batter. What a possession. Then I heard the voice say: "Would you consider selling that?" It was the black man who had applauded so fiercely. I mumbled something. I didn't want to sell it. "I'll give you ten dollars for it," he said. Ten dollars. I couldn't believe it. I didn't know what ten dollars could buy because I'd never had that much money. But I knew that a lot of men in the neighborhood considered sixty dollars a week to be good pay. I handed it to him, and he paid me with ten $1 bills. When I left the ball park, with that much money in my pocket, I was sure that Jackie Robinson wasn't bad for the game. Since then, I've regretted a few times that I didn't keep the ball. Or that I hadn't given it to him free. I didn't know, then, how hard he probably had to work for that ten dollars. But Tuesday I was glad I had sold it to him. And if that man is still around, and has that baseball, I'm sure he thinks it was worth every cent.
April 15, 2025 at 9:55 PM
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Sammelthread der "Hands Off" Proteste in den USA. Gerne ergänzen...

Louisville, Kentucky
April 5, 2025 at 5:37 PM
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I love that they replaced the old cigarette with the new one.
April 2, 2025 at 6:46 PM
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An untitled early drawing by Edward Hopper of a jester pointing & laughing at an anthropomorphic, sour-faced globe, which feels perfectly fitting not only for April Fool's Day but also given our current circumstances whitney.org/collection/w...
A line drawing of a harlequin-like court jester pointing and laughing at an anthropomorphized globe, which looks up with an angry or sour expression on its face
April 1, 2025 at 12:40 PM
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disabilitystor1.bsky.social
"an insult to life itself" I use this in class so often.
veerenderjubbal.bsky.social Veerender Singh Jubbal @veerenderjubbal.bsky.social · Mar 26
If you using Studio Ghibli AI ChatGPT—Miyazaki should personally get to hunt you for sport.
Hayao Miyazaki’s image with a text/quote from him saying, “I am utterly disgusted. I would never wish to incorporate this technology into my work at all. I strongly feel that this is an insult to life itself. I feel like we are nearing the end of times. We humans are losing faith in ourselves.”
March 26, 2025 at 11:50 PM
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It's never been easier for a foreign intelligence operation to obtain a MacGuffin.
March 26, 2025 at 10:21 PM
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Not enough credit is given to the first explorer who ventured deep into the Amazon rainforest to give all of the sloths bowl cuts.
March 21, 2025 at 3:36 PM