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Haunani-Kay Trask, (1993), Native Student Organizing: The Case of the University of Hawai'i, in From a Native Daughter. Colonialism and Sovereignty in Hawai'i, University of Hawai'i Press, Honolulu, in association with the Kamakakūokalani Center for Hawaiian Studies, University of Hawai'i at Manoa, 1999, Revised edition, pp. 185-192
#graphic design#book#haunani kay trask#honolulu university of hawai'i press#kamakakūokalani center for hawaiian studies#1990s
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im trying to research state Medicaid implementation and the fuckin official reports I'm getting from these state legislatures read like: the OPA was authorized by DSH-SMAH to conduct JKXM during which KLO was implemented. Absolutely indecipherable
#Ella talks#One of the acronyms I'm looking at now is UH HOI. Standing for University of Hawai'i Hawai'i Opioid Initiative. And the acronyms make sense#But it's so funny to read when I'm skimming a source to see if it's relevant
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me, straddling bsd like a lover: I'm going to understand you in ways you never intended
#bungou stray dogs#bsd#meiji era#the university of hawai'i press was having a sale#mori ogai#natsume soseki
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at the risk of being so so dumb what’s good about military consignment? I don’t care about bts or if they do it or whatever I just don’t understand really why people want them to do badly. is it just because it’s precedent and the idea of them being exempted feels unfair to people?
Not much is good about it, I didn't mean to imply that. I don't support conscription. I just hate the posts that condemn exclusively the ROK for being backwards and rightwing (which so easily leads to orientalism and racism) without acknowledging the reason for it, which is American imperialism and occupation. This isn't to suggest South Korea is blameless or not complicit, or not accountable for its various military activities and atrocities (see Vietnam war for example). But really I'm not the best person to ask about this so here's some other people (relevant section starting pg. 15) who talk about it better (and it's worth looking into the origins of the Korean War and the US' involvement in it for more details on why mandatory conscription persists to this day yourself, for your own edification).
The conscription system serves to intimidate ROK's brother in the North, which keeps Korea further away from peace and reunification, and only serves the US' imperialist and anti-socialist agenda - not only threatening the DPRK with its presence, but also the entire Pacific theatre. ~650,000 soldiers that MUST fight and die for the US due to the mutual defense treaty is surely a huge threat to any nation in East and South East Asia. Again, this only benefits the US and its maintenance of its empire, and keeps Korea divided.
Most Korean people want BTS to service because of "fairness" - even if they don't support conscription - there are more people who don't believe in compulsory conscription then there are people who do. I think this is more to do with Korean attitudes towards justice as opposed to a reflection on how the population feels about conscription, though.
#though fwiw my friend said his time in the military helped with his depression massively cuz of the routine and socialising#though this obvi isnt true for everyone due to the rampant bullying etc#again i havent fully vetted my sources so plz use critical thinking if you read them#i linked articles about han & hell joseon re; injustice cuz a lot of korean diaspora talk about the korean identity that is rooted in han#or dissatisfaction and anger at society which i think can fuel a lot of these kinds of views like even tho i hated conscription bts need to#go too#but theres varying perspectives like the notion of han holding ppl back. so i linked a variety. but you can make up your own mind on it#korean history#though asnwering this ask i found a rlly good book on korean history so thanks cuz n ow im in a good mood#thank yew university of hawai'i
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So: great news! I might be starting a small business. Bad news: I'm a lil weenie and I'm afraid of the IRS. Good news: I'll be selling pendants made of beads wrapped in anodized aluminum wire. Bad news: it will be entirely local for the foreseeable future. Good news: all items will be hypoallergenic and I will have information on most possible dangers regarding any piece I sell. Bad news: that means I will likely not be able to provide a chain for the pendants. Good news: I know how to make chainmaille! Bad news: I cannot solder, so any chains I make will likely be weaker than store-bought chain. Good news: I specifically purchase metals for chainmaille that I have information on. This means I can tell a customer exactly what's in the chainmaille and what to watch out for, as well as the physical properties of the metal. Bad news: this means I have to coil and cut the links by hand, adding more labour to the process. Good news: I'm getting pretty good at chainmaille! Bad news: once I start selling it I can no longer be considered amateur and will have to deal with increased expectations and likely increase my chainmaille prices to match, right off the bat. Good news: I live in Hawaii, which is typically excluded from online order availability anyway, so I might be able to occupy a niche. Bad news: I live in Hawaii, which is typically excluded from online orders anyway, so sourcing materials, particularly for beads and wire, is more difficult. Good news: I live on campus at a local university! So if you attend, you could possibly ask around to find me. Bad news: I won't be divulging my name, so you won't find me from here unless you already know me IRL. Good news: I will continue to determine my prices for a while before I go into business, so likely what you'd pay for it is exactly how much I'd sell it for, at least regarding the beads. Bad news: chainmaille is labour-intensive, similar to traditional or digital art. This makes it expensive for me to produce as my opportunity cost of producing chainmaille is high. This will increase chainmaille prices. Good news: I likely won't be selling a high volume, so my supply should outweigh my demand, leasing to a surplus, possibly lowering my prices. Bad news: if I somehow become popular, your gonna have a hard time getting your hands on my stuff. Good news: the wire-wrapping beads is a easy skill to learn, and I'm willing to teach it for free! Bad news: you'll have to catch me when I'm free to teach you.
#tentatively#new business#jewelry#chainmail#hawaii#hawai'i#chainmaille#lgbtq business#university of hawaii
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You don't think matcha is tea????
Matcha isn't a Tea in my humble Opinion.
Matcha is an experience.
The year is 2009, the place is the University of Hawai'i at Manoa in Honolulu, and I am recovering from a still-undiagnosed disease that left me with a 100+ degree for over three weeks, extreme weight loss and permanent Brain Damage. I have signed up for an introductory Art History class because I need an additional Humanities credit.
It's called "The History and Philosophy of the Japanese Tea Ceremony", and for a class I can only sort of remember, it stands out.
So I'm in professor Roberts' Japanese Tea Ceremony class, looking and feeling like death warmed over, but I'm genuinely interested in the subject matter and show up to every class because I have nothing better to do, and ask questions and turn in my homework, even if neither are particularly coherent at times, and rapidly become his favorite student. The thing I learned in public school was how to show up to events even if I don't want to, analyze tests and other written materials for patterns and charm educators by holding up my end of a conversation, skills that have served me in the modern world far more than learning actual course content would have.
The Tea Ceremony, historically, takes a good month to prepare and the entire evening to carry out- the guest list is curated to create social bonds and intellectual stimulation alike, a poem is composed for the season, and a seasonal flower arrangement created to decorate the space. When the guests arrive, they must all crawl through a small door to enter the tea garden, regardless of profession or rank. Hands are ritually washed in spring water, and there is a slow processional walk through the garden, to admire the artistry of the landscaping, and the composition of seasonal elements to create this particular night of beauty. The entire ceremony is about appreciating both the joy of existing right now, in this time and place, and the unification of the self and the universe and the endless cycles of nature.
The guests arrive at the tea house and meet the Tea Master, who will be making the Matcha that evening. The guests are seated in particular order, the Most Revered Guest- sometimes a high-ranking official, sometimes a visiting scholar or artist- is seated closest to the Tea Master. The Poem is read aloud. The Flowers are admired. The tools for making the Matcha are taken out, examined as objects of art, and their history told. The matcha powder itself is taken out- the case examined, the cultivation of the tea discussed, and only then does the Tea Master make the Tea.
Matcha is not brewed- it's a fine powder made of crushed green tea leaves, and the powder is whisked together with not-quite-boiling water in a bowl to create a much more substantial and flavorful drink. This drink is presented to the Most Revered Guest first, who is expected to take a sip and, in a moment of Zen spiritual clarity, comment on its flavor and how all the elements of the tea, art, garden and season all complement each other, and perhaps offer some sort of philosophical statement.
At least,
That's how it's supposed to go.
About a month before the spring semester is over, Professor Roberts announces that he has a surprise for his class- a good friend of his, a Professional Tea Master, will be visiting Hawai'i, and has agreed to perform a Tea Ceremony for our class! I am very excited. The other 10 people in class are varying levels of amiably confused to distressed by having to go to An Event (TM) for a grade, but agree. One of my classmates, an astrology hoe named Jessica, pointed out that with the 11 students, Professor Roberts, and the Tea Master, there will be 13 people present, which is basically inviting disaster.
"Jessica." Sighed Professor Roberts. "It's a Tea Ceremony. What disaster could happen?"
Despite Jessica's misgivings, Preparations for the ceremony went on. We learned about Ikebana while deciding on the Ceremonial Bouquet and tried our hands at it with what Professor Robert could get at the grocery store for $12. We learned about calligraphy and different types of poetic compositions while making the Seasonal Poem, and stain the hell out of the classroom carpet learning the brush strokes. We learn about different types of Matcha Bowl sculpting and glazing and we are not allowed to touch the demonstration bowls or the kiln because Professor Roberts was beginning to suspect that some of his students (me) were suffering from coordination issues. I apply myself with zeal, if not necessarily talent. I was, at the time, an Art Major, but my professors in the art department had been grading me on a secret "this bitch almost died last semester and is re-learning how to hold a pencil" curve, and boy howdy did I stumble and break leaves and splatter ink like it.
Despite my ongoing unmonitored recovery, Professor Roberts viewed my enthusiastic class participation with rose-colored glasses, and about a week before the ceremony we had a class where he brought out the used Kimonos and Obi and other forms of japanese dress he'd borrowed from the theater department so that we would be traditionally dressed(ish) and experience the ceremony authentically(ish). While people were trying on clothes to see what would fit, he took me aside and told me he wanted me to be in the position of Most Revered Guest, the person who makes the zen statement upon which the entire event hinges.
"Are you sure that's a good idea?" I asked.
"You're the only person who doesn't fall asleep in class and you talked about how the flowers stagger their blooms to not compete for the bees- you're perfectly engaged and conscious of the seasons!" He said, blindly. "You will need different shoes though." He indicated my flip-flops. "I won't make you learn how to walk in Geta, but nothing with Heels. Ballet flats are fine."
"...These are the only shoes I own." I said.
Professor Roberts stared at me.
"-I used to have a pair of sneakers but I think a homeless guy stole them while I was at the beach last month."
"What?" Roberts blinked.
"He probably needed them more than I do. I'll see if I can borrow some flats."
"...I don't think I've ever met a woman with less than 10 pairs of shoes." Said Roberts.
"I'm not a woman, I'm and undergrad." I said, still three years away from learning the term 'Nonbinary'. "Those are Jordan's only pair of shorts, you know." I pointed at my classmate, who had been wearing the one (1) pair of basketball shorts for the entire semester.
"I WASH THEM." Jordan shouted defensively, wearing the longest Men's Kinmo the theater department had, which barely came down to the top of his calves.
"Oh God." Said Roberts, a horrifying new world opening up to him like a tub of Expired sour cream.
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It was the day of the Ceremony.
The Seasonal Theme we'd worked on was "The Turn Of Summer", and the weather was complying maliciously.
Normally, Tea Ceremonies are scheduled for the more temperate evening, but due to the school needing to host something in the adjoining cultural center later, we could only use the Tea Garden in the middle of the afternoon, and the summer sun was a sweltering 98 degrees and a similar level of Humidity. The Camelias were melting.
Where Jordan had difficulty finding a Kimono that suited his ent-like proportions, I'd had the opposite problem and the only Kimono short enough to not trip my Hobbit-sized self was a Child’s size. My roommate had helped me get into the Kimono and Obi before the ceremony, and leant me a pair of her Ballet Flats, but we discovered an issue- this Kimono was designed for a flat-chested prepubescent youth, and even though I barely scraped 5'0", I had the robust proportions of an Irish Peasant, and the only way to avoid displaying a frankly offensive amount of cleavage was to use the widest Obi we could find and sort of tuck my boobs into it.
"Hm" I said. "Kind of hard to breathe."
"Yeah, but you're sitting for most of it, right? It can't last more than an hour, so just like, shuffle and don't talk much?" She suggested.
To her credit, the first forty-five minutes of the ceremony only involved shuffling through the gardens and not talking while the Tea Master lectured us on some of the finer points of the garden's design.
But then we got to the Tea House- a small structure only barely able to accommodate the 13 of us, which was in the shade but hotter than the outside because of the roaring fire in the middle of the room, where the water for the Matcha was boiling. The room was surrounded by a narrow sort of porch, part of which hung over the Koi pond, where several massively overfed carp blurbled expectantly for treats at the arrival of humans. I sat down, legs folded under me like Professor Roberts had insisted, and realized that this pushed the Obi UP, and now my rib cage was being compressed in all directions.
I tried to pay attention to the rest of the ceremony, but two and a half hours is an awfully long time to listen about lecturers you've already heard when your body is undergoing a sort of internal horserace to see if the heatstroke, sciatica pain and numbness, allergies or suffocation-by-compression will cause you to pass out first. My legs had gone numb below the knee by the time we were done with the flower arrangement. My entire legs were numb before we were done with the Poem. By the time the Tea Utensils came out, I was seeing spots of colored light in my vision and could only breathe if I focused on it very, very hard.
But! The ceremony was genuinely interesting! and Professor Roberts was counting on me! So I did my best not to sway or throw up from watching the Tea Master whisk the Matcha, and dutifully took the bowl with a pair of hands that felt like slabs of ham that I was attempting to puppet from another dimension, and took a sip.
They say that Smell and Taste are far more closely connected to the emotional centers of the brain than any other sense, and I believe it because the instant I inhaled both the grassy, powdery smell, and tasted the moderately viscous bubbly liquid, I experienced an intense flashbulb memory back to a previous late May-
The Year was '98, the place was my elementary school art room, and we'd been using the seasonal hot weather to paint on a massive scale as the art dried quickly- each third-grader had been given a roll of butcher paper, a cheap brush, squirts of non-toxic paint and a water cup, and allowed to go hog-wild on our murals, and the rush of creative energy and the imminent sense of freedom as the semester drew to a close truly embodied the summer of youth, carefree but with an almost psychotic fervor, where lack of care was both freeing and dangerous as you lost track of your surroundings in the act of creation-
Which isn't a bad seasonal-philosophical connection statement to make, but the actual words that came out of my mouth were:
"Wow. This tastes exactly like paint."
The first sound I heard after the moment of silence was the cartoonishly loud gasp of horror from Professor Roberts, which was almost immediately drowned out by the thunderclap of laughter from the Tea Master, slapping his thighs and wiping tears from his face, unable to stop. I desperately tried to explain the connection between the fact I might be dying of heat stroke right now, and how I ended up drinking my paint water back in Mrs. Krantz's art class because back then I was also dying of heat stroke, but mostly ended up wheezing half-formed sentences as the rest of the class took sips and offered opinions varying between "Wow, that's thick. Like a Hot smoothie." and "Oh yeah, it tastes like summer. Like how a freshly-mowed lawn smells like summer." Professor Roberts slowly melted into a pile of shame, and the Tea Master slapped him on the back, still howling with laughter.
"They're honest! Nobody else will be honest! This is magnificent!" he wheezed.
Eventually, everyone had their taste, and the ceremony was concluded. The second the Tea Master had packed up his tools and stepped outside for a breath of fresh air, Professor Roberts was in my face.
"HOW COULD YOU SAY THAT?" he hissed, grabbing my arm and pulling me up. "GO APOLOGIZE RIGHT NOW!" he shoved me out onto the porch where the Tea Master was looking at the Koi, who had started bubble-begging aggressively again.
Except that my legs felt like blocks of wood that my pelvis was renting from another planet where legs hadn’t been invented yet, my vision was entirely static between the dehydration and lack of oxygen, and my vestibuar system had fucked off an hour ago, leaving me to stay upright by purely by the virtue of the over-tightened Obi. So instead of bowing and apologizing profusely like my professor expected, what I actually did was stumble out of the room, say something like "Hsdfkf" and topple head-first into the koi pond.
Fortunately, the impact of the bottom of the pond with the top of my skull activated a sort of last-resort emergency self preservation system and I inhaled with enough force to break the Obi-Jime and probably a couple ribs from the pain that hit both my sides like lightning. Unfortunately, the thing I was inhaling was fish-shit riddled Pond Water, so my emergency self-preservation system ordered an even harder Exhale.
The Tea Master, to his immense credit, had immediately jumped in after me, and pulled me upright just in time for me to forcibly exhale half a gallon of rancid pond water directly into his face, then start screaming. Screaming is an extremely appropriate reaction to have when injured, because it alerts everyone that you require medical attention, but is very unpleasant to experience from four inches away, which is probably why he then immediately dropped me.
Fortunately the pond wasn't very deep and this time I sat there, scream-gasping as my lungs reinflated, Koi fish burbling and sucking at me with tremendous excitement, until the EMT from the campus clinic arrived, a vanguard before the actual ambulance.
"Okay uh. You're bleeding." he said, cautiously wading into the pond.
I opened my eyes to find that I had apparently acquired a large and profusely bleeding head wound, which had activated some long-suppressed Shark Instincts in the Koi, which were eagerly gumming at the streams of blood and trying to suck on my forehead. "Good thing they don’t have teeth." I said in the distant bliss that only zen masters and people with serious head injuries get to experience.
"Do you want a towel?" he asked, helping me up.
"No, this is rather refreshing, actually." I said, still absolutely smashed on endorphins, Koi still enthusiastically swarming at my kneecaps.
"I mean like for your-" the EMT Gestured Vaguely at my torso.
I looked down and realized that not only had I broken the Obi-jime, the entire Obi had come undone and was floating several feet away, and I was only wearing the Kimono, fallen completely off my shoulders and was only being prevented from performing a full Lady Godiva by the valiant efforts of the safety pin my roommate had put in to keep it folded correctly while we figured out the Obi.
"Professor Roberts?" I stood up all the way, soaking wet, bleeding from my forehead with such force as to create actual streams of blood down my face, neck and chest, tits out, and addressed the poor man standing, white-faced on the deck above the pond. "I don't think I'm going to be in class on Monday-" I paused to fish a small Koi that had gotten trapped in the remains of the now-ruined Kimono, and tossed it back into the pond. "-Can I schedule a make-up exam for the Final?"
"FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, GET IN THE AMBULANCE!" He screamed.
I was x-rayed for a skull fracture, but my lifelong membership to the Lactose Tolerance Club had protected me, and I happily texted my roommate to come pick me up as "They x-rayed my head and found nothing" while the doctor stitched part of my scalp back together.
The following morning, I discovered that Professor Roberts had graded my exam before I took it. 100%. Truly, the best way to get a good grade on your finals is to get a serious head injury.
So, Matcha is not a Tea, in my humble opinion.
Matcha is an Experience.
And sometimes that experience is drinking something almost exactly like paint, ruining an important cultural ceremony, traumatizing your professor, and introducing a bunch of fish to the taste of human flesh.
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Honolulu Roast: the story of a coup
This is a crack meta, but I think I found something. I cite as inspo and incorporate by reference this coffee shop scene breakdown by @snek-eyes and response meta by @embracing-the-ineffable
Preamble: a sign featuring the daily special isn't present, then it is:
image credit: @embracing-the-ineffable
I went searching for any kind of symbolic meaning and this is what I found (below the cut):
Honolulu is a Metaphor for the Bookshop
At first I suspected there was some connection between Freddie Mercury and Honolulu, since an instrumental version of Bohemian Rhapsody plays diegetically in this scene. But that didn't yield any results, so I tried "Honolulu Queen" and I got this.
citation: Smithsonian
Liliʻuokalani, the last monarch of Hawaiʻi, came to power over the tiny independent islands as the result of an untraditional chain of succession. She only held power for two years, until she was ousted by a coup led by American plutocrat Sanford Dole (as in Dole pineapple). Ionlani Palace in Honolulu was the seat of power of the independent monarchy: the coup began with a warship anchoring in Honolulu Harbor (source). Subsequently the islands were annexed by the much larger, much more powerful United States.
In a statement, in exchange for a pardon for her and her supporters, she "yield[ed] to the superior force of the United States of America" under protest, pointing out that John L. Stevens, U.S. Minister to Hawaiʻi, who supported the provisional government, had already "caused United States troops to be landed at Honolulu."
A quote directly from the mouth of queen herself reads:
"Now, to avoid any collision of armed forces and perhaps loss of life, I do, under this protest, and impelled by said forces, yield my authority..."
Following the coup, Sanford Dole set himself up as the ruler of Hawai'i, until ceding authority to the United States.
Aziraphale = Liliʻuokalani
Who else do we know that could be characterized as the ruler of a tiny independent nation...
...that is violently invaded by an overwhelming larger force...
...and then forced to surrender to annexation to protect their loved ones...
...and now their tiny independent nation is being occupied by representatives of the invading force?
I mean. C'mon. It's right there.
Metaphorical Parallelism between Heaven:Hell and Federal:Corporate
But indigo, you say, wasn't it Hell that couped the bookshop and Heaven that annexed it?
Yes. Just like Dole of Dole Pineapple, a private interest, couped Hawai'i, which would later be annexed by the United States.
Public and private interest are, theoretically, at odds, but America in particular has a long and storied history of these forces colluding and working together for common (and often sinister) purpose.
We already know that Heaven and Hell in the universe of GO have significant interests in common, such as wanting to bring about the Apocalypse (even if that common interest is in having a war with each other). The parallelism is there.
Anyways. Yeah.
Honolulu Roast.
If you liked this meta you may like: Baraqiel and Azazel
#good omens#good omens 2#good omens meta#aziraphale#metatron#fuck metatron#good omens historical references#ivoc#good omens continuity
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A new kind of moon spacesuit fabric could "repel lunar dust on demand" for astronaut missions, says the team behind the design.
The flexible, stretchable moon fabric prototype is under development at Hawai'i Pacific University (HPU) and just got fueled by a $50,000 grant from NASA. The material will be built to use electrostatic forces that can keep corrosive moon dust away, thereby preventing the sharp particles from damaging spacesuits.
The new technology is called LiqMEST (Liquid Metal Electrostatic Protective Textile) and aims to overcome the dusty problems NASA's Apollo astronauts struggled with in the 1960s and 1970s. The sharp dust quickly corroded surfaces like rover dust shields, caked the spacesuits of astronauts and generally clung to everything, making even three-day sorties a challenge.
Continue Reading.
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«[Kitarô]Nishida makes it clear that in taking the steps to an ontology of nothingness he is taking on a major supposition of philosophy up until then. “I think that we can distinguish the west to have considered being as the ground of reality, the east to have taken nothingness as its ground.” This does not mean that he understood the introduction of the concept of nothingness as a mere paraphrase or mirror-image of the concept of being that had to take on all the traits and functions of the concept it was replacing. It was rather a relativizing of being, which he saw as absolute in western thought, to a greater absolute.[...] To call reality itself absolute nothingness, then, is to say that all of reality is subject to the dialectic of being and not-being, that the identity of each thing is bound to an absolute contradictoriness. In other words, nothingness not only relativizes the “ground of being,” it relativizes any model of co-existence or harmony that sublates, transcends, debilitates, or otherwise obscures that contrariness. At the same time, it is to say that the ascent of nothingness to self awareness in human consciousness, “to see being itself directly as nothingness,” is both the place at which the self can directly intuit itself and the place at which the absolute becomes most fully real.»
James W. Heisig, "Philosophers of Nothingness: An Essay on the Kyoto School", University of Hawai'i Press, 2001, p. 61- 63
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in what universe do these men look like the 141? that's no where near gaz. he isn't a fucking walking stick. price looks like someone who'd have a vacation home somewhere in hawai'i and actually be a douche bag who surfs named kyle but lies about his name to avoid any child support to his one night stands if they end up pregnant. simon looks like he got a shit ton of botox. and i have zero comments except: that ain't fucking soap.
#task force 141#call of duty#sims 4#cod mwii#cod mwiii#cod mw2#cod mw3#sims 4 gallery#rat speaks#simon ghost riley#kyle gaz garrick#johnny soap mactavish#john price
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You ever learn a fact that feels like it fundamentally changed you as a person?
I just started watching a video about whalefall, and the first fact they hit me with went something like this:
In 1988, a study at the University of Hawai'i estimated that a 40-ton whale carcass breaks down and provides the equivalent of two thousand years' worth of marine snow to a 50 square meter area of the deep ocean.
Like. How am I supposed to be the same person I was fifteen minutes ago, before this idea was presented to me? I don't think I can.
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Haunani-Kay Trask, (1993), From a Native Daughter, in From a Native Daughter. Colonialism and Sovereignty in Hawai'i, University of Hawai'i Press, Honolulu, in association with the Kamakakūokalani Center for Hawaiian Studies, University of Hawai'i at Manoa, 1999, Revised edition, pp. 113-122
#graphic design#book#haunani kay trask#honolulu university of hawai'i press#kamakakūokalani center for hawaiian studies#1990s
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Some random cultural quirks of the Campoestela universe:
Because some of the most economically powerful human worlds have been settled by people from the Middle East (like Hilav, settled by Alevi Turks), around the human worlds Arab, Turkish and Persian fashion are considered formal high fashion.
Suits and ties like what we wear now are antiquated, showing up wearing one is like showing up in plate armor. Some very, very old corporations and institutions use them in special ocassions.
The human custom of kissing is considered unsanitary or just plain wierd by most other species. Except those who are into weird fetishes, of course. Like ew, you're really into that?
There are NO grey spaceships like in other science fiction (though there are some with faded paint). It is a point of pride to paint your spaceship in your colors and personalize it, what fucking kind of spacer are you if you don't? Rioplatense spaceships are painted in proud fileateado, Serenissima spaceships display the coats of arms of the trading families, Australian spaceships are decorated in intrincate geometrical designs, every corporation has its own logo and livery, and the Socialist Interstellar flies in proud red and gold. And yes, of course, some paint flames on them to make them go faster.
Most worlds of Usamerican descent were initially settled by the late 23th century expansionist drive of the Latter Day Saints Church. For most of the galaxy, Usamerican is at least partially synonymous with Mormonism.
Of course, by the time this all happens (2600-2700 or so), nations such as Hawai'i, California, Cascadia, and of course Tejas have been independent for centuries.
Posca (name given by humans) is Campoestela's favorite drink. It's basically sparkling water with some salts and vitamins. It's sold everywhere and everyone drinks it because even across most alien species, they all like a little bit of the bubblé
There are many calendars across the stars, but the one accepted over most of Campoestela is the King's Calendar, which counts all the kings of the Precursors from the last one, around 22.700 years ago. Why was he the last king? Well, that's the mystery, right? The year is about 558 days long, and fortunately for humans, the day is easily converted into 21 hours.
While most human ships use "Earth Time" (24/365) and the Space Calendar (counting from the first flight of Yuri Gagarin), those who work elsewhere with the King's Calendar (or other) complain about the "missing three" hours. Conversely, cultures with longer days allow you a little more time to nap. Sometimes hours of it.
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The NCIS franchise recently aired its milestone 1,000th episode following the Mothership's Season 22 renewal and Rocky Carroll shared his thoughts on the big achievements with PopCulture.com. The actor has portrayed NCIS Director Leon Vance since Season 5, but even with the series already well on its way when he joined, Carroll admitted he never predicted how big NCIS would get, which is in its 21st season, with four spinoffs under its belt and two more on the way.
"When I came on at the end of Season 5, there was no spin-off, there was no NCIS: LA, there was no mention of a spin-off," Carroll shared. "And I literally thought to myself, 'If I'm lucky enough that this show goes to a Season 7, I will at least say I've been a part of a hit show.' And so I was counting; I was crossing my fingers for seven seasons. And now I'm about to start my 17th season."
Now that NCIS has branched out into much more, with 1,001 episodes across five series, the franchise is continuing to be the best of the best. It's rare to reach that type of milestone, and for Carroll, he's still trying to wrap his head around it. "It's a little surreal when you hear that when it's said out loud because we've been just so immersed into doing it and doing the shows," he explained.
"We worked all pretty much throughout the pandemic," Carroll continued. "So, to now come up for air and to realize just how many episodes and how much we've achieved, it's still kind of hard to wrap my mind around. Because our way of working is, even when we celebrated it, even when the studio and the network that we all got together on our set to celebrate it, about an hour later, we went back to work and started making the next episode. So that's sort of how we feel. I think once this is all said and done and once this series is no longer in production, the weight of everything that we've accomplished will start to resonate with me."
Since the NCIS franchise is only continuing to grow after 20 years, could there be another thousand episodes? You never know what could happen. Rocky Carroll recalled that every time they've "jokingly talked about hopping where we have, we end up doing it. When NCIS celebrated its 200th episode, Mike Weatherly jokingly said, 'I'll see you guys when we get to 400.' And everybody laughs because 400 episodes, that's crazy. Well, we celebrated our 400th episode last season, so I've learned now don't doubt what we might achieve."
While 2,000 episodes really seem far-fetched, Carroll doesn't "doubt the fact that we might get to another 1,000 episodes in the universe because it's possible." It might be a bit early to think about another thousand episodes, but the franchise doesn't seem to be slowing down any time soon. Assuming NCIS: Hawai'i snags a renewal, the franchise will see four shows on CBS, plus one series on Paramount+ for the 2024-25 season, which is very impressive for a franchise 20 years in.
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Electrons from Earth may be forming water on the Moon
Manoa HI (SPX) Sep 15, 2023
A team of researchers, led by a University of Hawai'i (UH) at Manoa planetary scientist, discovered that high energy electrons in Earth's plasma sheet are contributing to weathering processes on the Moon's surface and, importantly, the electrons may have aided the formation of water on the lunar surface. The study was published in Nature Astronomy. Understanding the concentrations and dist
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Whats your favorite lore in the fic thats not likely to ever come up?
I'm picturing this fic as an animated series in my head and there are certain visual elements I can only sort of work into the text (because a veiwer of an anime would notice but someone living in-universe would not) but:
-Anubis and the other Gods are always portrayed with only one side visible to the viewer, and flat/without shading, like they're hieroglyphics. At least until they decide to affect the Material plane and suddenly they become much better rendered and 3-Dimensional.
-Funny Bunny is animated relative to Pegasus *exactly* the same way Rodger Rabbit is relative to Detective Valentine.
-It's mentioned a bit but Ammit is constantly shape-shifting which parts of her are Lioness, crocodile, or hippopotamus. Anubis and Thoth both Shift from Dog/Bird to Human-With-Animal-Head formats as needed for DRAMA. [REDACTED FOR SPOILERS] who also has appeared on page changes sizes based on how much trouble they think their Votary is in.
-TK is animated at a higher frame rate than everyone else, because he's had 5,000 years of practice being a ghost, and Yami is animated at a lower frame rate than everyone else for a while while he learns. Both of them ignore conservation of mass and shape when they're ghosts, mostly manifesting in "wearing what their host is, but longer/floatier and trailing off into aesthetically pleasing shapes, rather than anything fabric would realistically do" and "Floating along with minimal effort like they're kites being dragged along by the Items."
-Yugi literally has to take two steps for every one of Seto's.
-Both Shadis have extremely symmetrical faces. Like. Uncannily symmetrical. But they don't have the same face, because each is a mirror image of the half a face they grew back from.
-People do the Himuro Arakawa thing where they turn into minimalist blobs when something stupid happens, and the JJBA thing where their faces suddenly over-render when the situation gets serious.
-Everyone else has Black pupils but Bakura's are always extremely dark blue-green because even in normal lighting his tapetum lucidum are always a bit visible.
-Odion's face markings are white/pale pink because they're the result of ritual scarification (like Marik's back markings), not tattoos. Even though they're in Hawai'i right now, Marik always keeps his back and shoulders covered, and Odion always keeps his arms, legs and upper back covered as well.
-All three Ishtar siblings have substantial crimp to their hair. Odion and Ishizu braid theirs- Odion has thicker braids with beaded caps at the ends and Ishizu has thinner ones with spiraled ends. Marik wears his hair in twists most of the time.
-Tristan's hair looks like a thicker, brunette version of TinTin's from the 3-D animated movie. Téa has a Phyrne Fisher 1920's bob. Joey has somehow developed a reverse mullet in much the same way one develops a septic infection. Bakura has what the kids are calling a "Wolf Cut" but it's really a "tried to trim the split ends and bangs out of his face in the bathroom mirror at 3 AM with kitchen scissors and NO instructions" cut.
-Yugi's hair is straight-up anime bullshit where I've decided that humans have mutated a new type of stiff guard hair follicle like you find on bears and boars. It's very stiff but smooth and weirdly pettable.
-I don't know how this deviated into hairstyles but there you go.
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