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Pictured above is the Higdon family. This photograph was taken in the year 1898 in Britain. That is all we know about them.

Who were the Black Victorians? Mainstream history has virtually erased them from our minds and history books. We have been filled with images of slavery in America and across the world, but why is it that this chapter in black history was skipped? Why isn’t it equally common knowledge that in the midst of all of that darkness there was light, also.

Never before seen photos were uncovered, giving us over 200 images of glances into our past. Many of the photos did not include names or any details whatsoever, cloaking these people in mystery for all of time.

At one point in history, people of color were included in high society and walked the cobbled streets of Britain. The women wore intricate, voluminous gowns and wore their hair in curls and chignons. The men in suits and fair business. This may not have been the case for all black people in Britain, but for some it was. 

The Victorian Era was ruled under Queen Victoria, an era that is described as an opulent culture, although there were underlying bouts of poverty and child labor. History would like you to believe that black people didn’t arrive in Britain until 1948 during “The Empire Windrush”, when many Jamaican descendants entered the country, but that is not so. There has been proof to suggest otherwise. There is documentation that proves that it wasn’t uncommon to see black faces at a Shakespeare show. We’ve been there all along, humming softly in the background.

These images prove that you can’t take mainstream history at face value. Take the time to look behind the curtain and uncover OUR history. It’s as if our ancestors are just waiting for us to seek them out.

Who were the Black Victorians?

To see more of these images check out this video reel. 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=08mwrYUzPqI

Happy Black History Month.

Omg that woman in the 2nd picture is the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen

^^ditto

I love the photo of the kids, like, the one all professional and drawing attention to the camera, the other posing like a badass.

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Perfect Timing 2

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I had cause to pull this off the shelf the other day in order to write a Tides of Time article. I'm sure Perfect Timing wasn't the first Dr Who charity fanfiction anthology but it was the first of a new wave that started during the "wilderness years" when the line between fan and professional Dr Who fiction was particularly blurred. Perfect Timing 2, obviously, was its follow up and charity fanfiction anthologies, as far as I can tell, have continued to be published on a regular basis ever since.

Dangerous Men and Game Theory

Sep. 22nd, 2017 07:50 pm
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Because women are so rarely a threat to men, heterosexual men are used to treating the women they are flirting with or dating as though they are in a cooperative game where the players trust each other, and the objective of cooperative games is to achieve fairness. This is why men complain that when women treat them as though they could be dangerous, the most common complaint is that women are being unfair, i.e. breaking the cooperative game.

In the dating game, men have a Shapley value; women have a Nash Equilibrium.

Because some men have bad intentions and most men have the physical strength and social capital to abuse women, women cannot deal with men the way men deal with women. Women's Nash equilibrium has to be to treat all men as dangerous. This introduces a lot of inefficiencies into the dating game, which men blame on women seeking safety, rather than blaming on other men.

This is at the heart of the Not All Men/Yes All Women debate.

Miracle Fruit Party

Sep. 22nd, 2017 04:18 pm
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I want to have a lemon-eating party once the house is done being rearranged, but there's a lot that's going to go into this. So I'm going to keep a list here of the stuff that I want to do. If you even read this journal, you are, of course, invited.

  • order miracle fruit tablets
  • buy juices: pomegranate, cranberry, sour cherry
  • H-Mart for best fruit selection
  • buy lemons, limes, oranges, pineapple strawberries, grapefruit, peaches, apples, figs, raspberries
  • collard greens, tomatoes, lettuce, pickles
  • beer, wine,
  • yogurt, dark chocolate
  • make coffee, black tea, green tea
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    This is gonna be quick and sloppy, since I’m still at the vet with my cat.

    A few days ago, Yin got into a bobbin of thread and ate some of it. 3 days later, she’s been hospitalized since Thursday and will be going into surgery tonight. The cost is immense. The minimum estimate is $5,500.

    I am willing to do commissions to help pay- FNAF related or not. Yin is my baby and anything helps. Please consider helping, or at least passing this along. My paypal is golden.pika@gmail.com. Please message me for more information about commissions. Thank you.

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    Game Theory and Flirting

    Sep. 15th, 2017 11:35 pm
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    https://youtu.be/MHS-htjGgSY
    Now bear with me because you're going to need to watch that video or already have a grasp of the basics of game theory for this post to make sense.

    In heterosexual spaces, men come at approaching women and flirting as though the act is a cooperative game. They see the dynamic as establishing a consortium of two people dedicated to sharing a good time and they try to be entertaining to the woman in the dyad in order to promote fairness, but due to cultural biases are not generally very good at distributing attention fairly between themselves and women. Men believe that they are competing with other men for access to women, and treat other men as potential threats to themselves but not to women.

    Women come at being approached by men and the subsequent flirting as a competitive, zero sum game. They generally see men as seeking their attention and competing for attention within the conversation. Women believe that they are competing with other women for highly selected for men, but also as cooperating with other women to maintain safety and help out of awkward and unwanted situations. Women tend to be defensive players of this game since men represent a threat to them.

    This represents a fundamental and hard to communicate power imbalance.
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    “When we shot the scene in the National Cathedral where Bartlet’s walking down the aisle and cursing at God, first of all, we shot it at the National Cathedral in Washington. It’s a magnificent place. And, we were rehearsing, and I looked behind me and saw in the back of the room that a number of clergy had gathered, and I thought, ‘You know, I should tell them what’s about to happen. It seems like the least I can – the least rude I can be is to at least tell them what’s gonna happen.’
    I walked up to the priest that was closest to me, and said ‘I just wanted to let you know that Martin Sheen, in this scene we’re gonna do, he’s gonna curse at God.’
    And the priest said, ‘I know. It’s gonna be great.’”
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    WHAT. This sounds false but I am WILLING TO BUY A CAN OF CHICKPEAS THIS VERY DAY AND TRY THIS. 

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    Kilroy Was Here!

    He’s engraved in stone in the National World War II Memorial in Washington, DC – back in a small alcove where very few people have seen it. For the WWII generation, this will bring back memories. For younger folks, it’s a bit of trivia that is an intrinsic part of American history and legend.

    Anyone born between 1913 to about 1950, is very familiar with Kilroy. No one knew why he was so well known….but everybody seemed to get into it. It was the fad of its time!

              At the National World War II Memorial in Washington, DC

    So who was Kilroy?

    In 1946 the American Transit Association, through its radio program, “Speak to America,” sponsored a nationwide contest to find the real Kilroy….now a larger-than-life legend of just-ended World War II….offering a prize of a real trolley car to the person who could prove himself to be the genuine article.

    Almost 40 men stepped forward to make that claim, but only James Kilroy from Halifax, Massachusetts, had credible and verifiable evidence of his identity.

    “Kilroy” was a 46-year old shipyard worker during World War II (1941-1945) who worked as a quality assurance checker at the Fore River Shipyard in Quincy, Massachusetts (a major shipbuilder for the United States Navy for a century until the 1980s).  

    His job was to go around and check on the number of rivets completed. (Rivets held ships together before the advent of modern welding techniques.) Riveters were on piece work wages….so they got paid by the rivet. He would count a block of rivets and put a check mark in semi-waxed lumber chalk (similar to crayon), so the rivets wouldn’t be counted more than once.

                                         A warship hull with rivets

    When Kilroy went off duty, the riveters would surreptitiously erase the mark. Later, an off-shift inspector would come through and count the rivets a second time, resulting in double pay for the riveters!

    One day Kilroy’s boss called him into his office. The foreman was upset about unusually high wages being “earned” by riveters, and asked him to investigate. It was then he realized what had been going on. 

    The tight spaces he had to crawl in to check the rivets didn’t lend themselves to lugging around a paint can and brush, so Kilroy decided to stick with the waxy chalk. He continued to put his check mark on each job he inspected, but added ”KILROY WAS HERE!“ in king-sized letters next to the check….and eventually added the sketch of the guy with the long nose peering over the fence….and that became part of the Kilroy message.

       Kilroy’s original shipyard inspection “trademark” during World War II

    Once he did that, the riveters stopped trying to wipe away his marks.

    Ordinarily the rivets and chalk marks would have been covered up with paint. With World War II on in full swing, however, ships were leaving the Quincy Yard so fast that there wasn’t time to paint them. As a result, Kilroy’s inspection “trademark” was seen by thousands of servicemen who boarded the troopships the yard produced.

    His message apparently rang a bell with the servicemen, because they picked it up and spread it all over the European and the Pacific war zones.

    Before war’s end, “Kilroy” had been here, there, and everywhere on the long hauls to Berlin and Tokyo. 

    To the troops outbound in those ships, however, he was a complete mystery; all they knew for sure was that someone named Kilroy had “been there first.” As a joke, U.S. servicemen began placing the graffiti wherever they landed, claiming it was already there when they arrived.

    As the World War II wore on, the legend grew. Underwater demolition teams routinely sneaked ashore on Japanese-held islands in the Pacific to map the terrain for coming invasions by U.S. troops (and thus, presumably, were the first GI’s there). On one occasion, however, they reported seeing enemy troops painting over the Kilroy logo!

    Kilroy became the U.S. super-GI who had always “already been” wherever GIs went. It became a challenge to place the logo in the most unlikely places imaginable. (It is said to now be atop Mt. Everest, the Statue of Liberty, the underside of the Arc de Triomphe in Paris, and even scrawled in the dust on the moon by the American astronauts who walked there between 1969 and 1972.

    In 1945, as World War II was ending, an outhouse was built for the exclusive use of Allied leaders Harry Truman, Joseph Stalin, and Winston Churchill at the Potsdam Conference. It’s first occupant was Stalin, who emerged and asked his aide (in Russian), “Who is Kilroy?”

    To help prove his authenticity in 1946, James Kilroy brought along officials from the shipyard and some of the riveters. He won the trolley car….which he

    attached to the Kilroy home and used to provide living quarters for six of the family’s nine children….thereby solving what had become an acute housing crisis for the Kilroys.

                         The new addition to the Kilroy family home.

                                            *          *          *          *

    And the tradition continues into the 21st century…

    In 2011 outside the now-late-Osama Bin Laden’s hideaway house in

    Abbottabad, Pakistan….shortly after the al-Qaida-terrorist was killed by U.S. Navy SEALs. 

    >>Note: The Kilroy graffiti on the southwest wall of the Bin Laden compound pictured above was real (not digitally altered with Microsoft Paint, as postulated by some). The entire compound was leveled in 2012 for redevelopment by a Pakistani company as an amusement park….and to avoid it becoming a shrine to Bin Laden’s nefarious memory.

                                             *          *          *          *

    A personal note….

    My Dad’s trademark signature on cards, letters and notes to my sisters and I for the first 50 or so years of our lives (until we lost him to cancer) was to add the image of “Kilroy” at the end. We kids never ceased to get a thrill out of this….even as we evolved into adulthood. 

    To this day, the “Kilroy” image brings back a vivid image of my awesome Dad into my head….and my heart!

    Dad: This one’s for you!

    OMG I’m so glad to know this backstory.

    I heard Kilroy had the first Tumblr account!

    A proto-meme!

    I had no idea about this story, although I knew the phrase. This is so cool!

    pre-internet memes are so fun to investigate.

    there was one in minneapolis in the 90′s that i know the secret story about.

    for a while, across the twin cities, you’d see the words SO EMPTY INSIDE everywhere, sometimes accompanied by a doodled food item like a piece of cake or a burger. i heard people speculating about it, and many didn’t connect the words with the food. they assumed it was just some doomy goth thing, and couldn’t figure out why it was everywhere, since doomy goths don’t usually go on statewide graffitti sprees.

    but i was there for the beginning: an open mic night at the hard times cafe. the punks who mostly hung out there had lots of fun with open mic nights, and it was usually pretty entertaining, unlike the pretentious fare at other open mics. i myself usually did a bit of funny poetry, and when i’d had enough caffeine i’d freestyle improv dirty limericks from prompts. but once or twice per night someone didn’t read the room correctly and brought their serious face. usually some college boy with a guitar. on this particular night, it was a girl who was pretty much cosplaying ani di franco and put her mouth way too close to the mic as she spit her doomy doom doom poetry.

    it was the type of stuff that high school kids write before they realize the concept of death is only shocking to high school kids, you know? nothing unusual except that it was SO over the top and she was SO serious about it, and the way she leaned into the mic so her teeth sometimes bumped it and every plosive spat static. we heckled at first, then just giggled, and then stared in reluctant respect for the sheer excess of her. and the very peak of this mountain of teen angst bullshit was the line, “so empty inside… nothing can fill it… BUT A BULLET.”

    after she left the stage, there was a confused silence. then jj kidder, a long capering jester of a punk you couldn’t not love, said solemnly, “so empty inside… nothing can fill it… BUT A DONUT.” and the room fell apart.

    apparently he actually wanted a donut, but he started a meme instead. by the next morning the graffitti had started showing up. if you said “so empty inside” to a tc punk, it was about guaranteed they’d finish with “nothing can fill it BUT A PORK CHOP” or some other random food item.

    it took years for the meme to die. i was still seeing fresh graffitti a decade later. i’m not altogether sure that if i went and painted it on some underpass today it wouldn’t just start up again.

    I’ve been Kilroy. 99
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    Pigeon Comic 59 - Holding Out For A Hero

    by Bonnie Tyler

    PIGEONS PIGEONS PIGEONS

    Pigeon fan fic. The day is saved.

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    So even after our vacation to Disney last year, I still read the Disney blogs, and obviously, with the Hurricane Irma heading right towards Florida, they’ve been doing their best to get information in order and help people figure out how to handle this.

    It’s like a weird psychology experiment to read the blog say, “So parts of Florida are under mandatory evacuation, supplies of food, water and gas are running low and many stores are only permitting people to buy limited amounts to avoid stockpiling, no one knows how long whole counties will be under water or without power, and airlines are already cancelling flights.”

    And having someone in the comments say, “Well, yeah, I hear that, but we’ve been planning this vacation for a LONG TIME, so we’re just driving down to Florida anyway.”

    Driving.  Down.  Into a mandatory evacuation zone.  To shelter in place at a hotel.  To visit a theme park that may or may not even be open.

    One of the blog staff was like, “Yeah, so, write your name and any medical conditions on your forearms with sharpie so that if you’re incapacitated, emergency personnel can identify you.”

    Like.

    That was the best, most brutal “So you’re a frickin’ idiot, have a good day,” comment I’d ever seen.

    Preach.

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    What in the actual fuck is the point in posting about a big bang to a writing community when signups for writers are already closed.

    I have survived putting information into assessments at work.

    Dragoncon was fun. Marina Sirtis is my new hero. When warned the panel might be on DCTV, her response was to double flip-off the camera. Also. Militant about how shitty being a woman and earning less than dudes is. <3 <3 <3

    Why can I find no fanvids to that Alice Merton track? You would think fandom would latch onto it. Also, still waiting on my No Horses vids, apocalyptic fandoms.
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    Title: The Art of Not Breathing
    Rating: NC-17
    Wordcount: 6,620
    Pairings: This chapter is actually gen with only hints of ships, but... )
    Archive: AO3
    Summary: The Umbara campaign is thrown off course, courtesy of one, not-so-little "Force hiccup".
    A/N: Written at the last second for [community profile] iddyiddybangbang proper. And I have a lot of feelings about it. )


    Fives isn't surprised that Hardcase volunteers. )

    Reading, Listening, Watching

    Sep. 13th, 2017 09:14 pm
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    Reading: The Regiment - The Real Story of the SAS as recommended yonks ago by [personal profile] fififolle. I'm not, in general, that much interested by the military but do keep having to write them in stories. I've only just finished the first chapter on the Iranian Embassy siege.

    Listening: The Writers' Room have been wrong about a lot of things recently. I've just finished listening to them being wrong about Ian Stuart Black, before that they were very, very wrong about Stephen Gallagher and before that a little bit wrong about Douglas Adams.

    Watching: We ran out of Netflix available Killjoys, fortunately the second series of The Expanse turned up to fill the gap.

    Dear Trick or Treat writer:

    Sep. 12th, 2017 07:01 pm
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    Thanks so much for writing for me! I really enjoyed participating in Trick or Treat last year and am looking forward to doing so again. I hope you have a lot of fun, too!

    My signup requests are all for fic, but I'm happy to receive art as a bonus gift.

    With one exception, I have a strong preference for Tricks that either 1) use supernatural horror tropes in a non-horrific fashion, e.g. werewolves who retain their humanity while shifted, or 2) involve scary supernatural threats that are soundly defeated by the protagonists for a happy ending. The one exception is Dark Matter, where I'd prefer canon-level horror.

    Particularly relevant to this exchange: I like werewolves, ghosts, and witches; am generally disinterested in vampires but can be persuaded if the fic is awesome; and do not want zombies. Regarding Treats, I like anything from G-rated fluff to hardcore porn, but don't care for PWPs; I like some sort of character and/or relationship development along with my smut. If you want further details on my fic preferences, you can check out my general fic kinks and squicks post or browse my fic exchanges tag.

    The Bone Key, Dark Matter, The Eagle, Hexworld, Integrate, Lynes and Mathey, The Queen's Thief, The Watchmaker of Filigree Street )

    Dear [community profile] trickortreatex creator,

    Sep. 11th, 2017 09:43 pm
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    Currently this letter is copy/pasted from last year and undergoing edits, but you should definitely go sign up!

    Happy Halloween, creator! I'm so glad you're participating in this fest - each year I've played I have had so much fun, and I am super excited to see what this year brings. (I hope you're excited and having fun, too!)

    Please, please don't be intimidated by the length of this letter. I know it is long. I am ridiculous and wordy. This letter is only here to help spark something for you - but if you've got something in mind already, please go for it! I'm sure I'll love what you come up with. If you're drawing a blank, however, feel free to skip down to the fandom (or character) you're interested in. Hopefully I've touched on something that inspires you!

    In general... )

    The Covenant (2006) )

    Harvest Moon: Tale of Two Towns )

    Hocus Pocus (1993) )

    Katekyou Hitman Reborn )

    Labyrinth (1986) )

    Ladyhawke (1985) )

    Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) )

    Star Wars Prequel Trilogy )


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