pervocracy:

teratomatastic:

pervocracy:

I may have mentioned this before, but I have a weird obsession with reading bureaucratic PDFs.  Sometimes because they describe an interesting or sinister reality behind the itemized-and-regulated calm, sometimes just because it’s my thing. Here’s some random ones I’ve been enjoying lately:

Requirements for flower displays used in the Olympics – “The species cannot be associated with any sadness or death message in any country or culture”

Behavioral profiles of orcas at Sea World – “Please be advised that this whale was involved in the accidental drowning of a trainer at Sealand of the Pacific in 1991 and involved in an incident with a guest in his pool at 1999 at SWF.”

(”involved in an incident” is highly euphemistic; the guest was found dead with orca tooth marks all over him)

Contract for appearing on “The Bachelorette” – “Such hidden cameras, if any, shall not be positioned to intentionally capture images of you urinating or defecating in the bathroom”

“Inmate Religious Beliefs And Practices” – An attempt by the Federal Bureau Of Prisons to describe the major religions of the world to prison officials.  Very long, somewhat disorganized, but filled with the fascinating tension that comes from someone sincerely trying to explain holy rituals to a person whose job is keeping humans in cages.

May I submit for your consideration http://prod.sandia.gov/techlib/access-control.cgi/1992/921382.pdf ?

TL;DR; it’s a bureaucratic committee trying to figure out how to mark nuclear waste so that even cultures 10,000 years in the future will know not to fuck with it.

Oh HEY it’s the original “This place is not a place of honor” document!  SWEEET

jetpack-jenny:

manwithoutborders:

aleatoryw:

kaasknot:

havoke:

do you ever think about how perfectly steve, bucky, and sam typify the 3 big wars america’s fought in over the past century?

steve is the soldier who fought in world war 2. he’s the tail end of the glory and honor of war. his reasons for fighting are clear cut, moral, as far as he can tell. but the weapons used are too deadly, too fatal for glory and honor, really. there’s the attempt to treat enemy combatants with respect, with honor, all while killing them quick than has ever been possible before. there’s the unease of the shift from the old style of fighting to the new. there’s the tiredness that only comes from a second global war in only two decades. there’s the closure that comes from unprecedented total destruction. the thought of “maybe now we can go home. maybe now we can build lives like our parents, those of us that are left.”

bucky is the soldier who fought in vietnam. he’s the one that couldn’t dodge the draft, that couldn’t evade the fight no matter how hard he tried. he’s the one who followed the orders he had to, and rebelled against all the others. his uniform was askew, more civvies than not. he didn’t look a soldier, and he didn’t fight like one either. he didn’t know why he was fighting, who he was fighting. he saw too many innocents die by the hands of his comrades, of himself. he felt agent orange burn his lungs, saw orphans crying in the streets. he came home, the rat-a-tat of machine guns echoing in his ears, always. he disembarked a plane, and was spat on by anti-war protesters. he couldn’t even be angry– he agreed with them. he participated in the winter soldier investigations, confessed what he’d been forced to do, and that almost abated the weight on his shoulders. almost.

sam is the soldier who fought in afghanistan. the modern soldier, with just as much shit as the rest of them. the difference is, where steve was greeted with celebrations and bucky was greeted with vitriol, sam is overlooked, forgotten. he suffers in silence, expected to endure without protest. sam copes, but not all vets are able to do the same. afghan war vets are the ones who take their own lives in droves, the unacknowledged, unknown aftershocks from an invasion founded on half-formed ambitions from men in suits who’d never have to bear the real burden. sam is the modern day vet, unknown, unseen, unthanked.

No wonder they’re all Captain America

So is Nat the Cold War? People don’t see a soldier when they look at her, because she really isn’t, just like the cold war was never really a “war”. Nat is the spy on the run, the power never fully unleashed, the constant sense of fear that there is no backing down, no running– there are no vets of the cold war, but there are always the living casualties.

nailed it

@fireyhotsupertalia

Today’s unbearable tenderness

tipsykipsy:

needsmoreresearch:

smokeandsong:

dignityisforotherpeople:

Did you know that Cornell has an enormous archive of ANIMAL SOUNDS that you can LISTEN TO WHENEVER?

If you go HERE to #3 you can listen to a scientist HOLD A MICROPHONE NEAR HIS CAT for 2:38 of high quality purr sounds

this cat is so happy he is like a little comfy rumble train imagine this happy cat being so cozy he’s just like yes microphone sure friend hi

and the SCIENTIST becomes overwhelmed with such love that he cannot help but speak words of great praise

FOR SCIENCE

IN 1988

#on beauty #why are you crying digs #twenty seven years ago a man loved his cat #imagine his giant recording device #why are you not crying

I beg you all to listen.

ML 126439 is eight minutes of cat heartbeat and purring(fantastically soothing) followed by the science man becoming tender and gooey. A+, saving for a rainy day.