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Haunting images: Abandoned suitcases from a mental asylum [Dec. 14th, 2007|02:49 pm]
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This is an online exhibit about an insane asylum in NY, which was active from the 1800's till 1995, and housed over 50,000 during its lifetime. When the asylum was closed, some curators decided to search for historical items, and found over 400 suitcases forgotten in an attic. The suitcases had been brought by the asylum's inmates when they were committed, meaning some had been in that attic for nearly 80 years. Their contents revealed a lot of information about the mental health system in the early part of the century (most of these people were committed involuntarily for reasons that had nothing to do with mental health problems) and of the people themselves.

Very sad, and definitely worth exploration.
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Thank you SA's Corridor [Jul. 16th, 2007|07:04 pm]
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"Seriously, what the hell IS this? Who posts reams and reams of crap like this on the goddamn INTERNET?

Oh wait, that's right, practically everybody.

This would be more hilariously tragic if it weren't so common. Seems that everyone has to feel like the star of their own personal soap opera, with a real live audience hanging onto every boring and pointless event."

Shakespeare couldn't have put it better.

Edit: "She's like a tiramisu made out of various different flavours of madness." - Punslinger2000
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Let this be a lesson to you. [Jun. 29th, 2007|09:27 am]
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Want info about my Weim & Boxer, re-homed around 04/05
Reply to: comm-362540791@craigslist.org
Date: 2007-06-28, 5:48PM CDT

My husband and I had a weimeraner and boxer that we gave to what we thought was a good home back in March of 2005. I recently found out that it wasn't a good home, and after contacting the man, he said he sold them. He couldn't give me info as to where they went, so I am posting in the chance that someone knows of where they may be. The weimeraner, Duncan, was a male born in 2000, so he's about 7 years old. The boxer was a flash brindle, without her ears cropped and was a runt. Her name was Millie and she was born in 2001, so she'd be about 6 years old. I just need to know that they are alright and doing well, so if you know of anyone who bought dogs that fit these descriptions, I'd very much appreciate any information. They were both very, very excitable and didn't like staying in the yard (if that helps :) . They would have been sold around 04-05 or somewhere around there. The man that sold them would have been from Cuba City, WI or southwest Wisconsin. These guys were my babies, and meant the world to me. I was just devastated to find out that what we thought we were doing for their good, ended up in them being split up and sold. I would really appreciate any information or leads! Thanks for any help you can offer!

Emphasis added. I never cease to be amazed by the depths of human stupidity. If they were really your babies why did you give them up over two years ago, and just now check on them?
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(no subject) [May. 4th, 2007|12:52 pm]
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[Current Location |Wisconsin, motherbitches!]

Sorry for the interruption of service. Moving across country is harder than it looks. Regularly scheduled idiocy should resume shortly.

Despite the horror of the occasion, we did end up with one excellent quotivational moment this past week:

Scene: Breakdown lane of NB I-77, around MM 330.5, BFE, West Virginia
Time: 9pm-ish

The scene opens shortly after our protagonists' Penske truck has caused the explosive discorporation of an errant deer.

S: Do you hear a knocking sound from down there? Do you think the deer could still be alive under the truck?
D: No, the repair guy said he saw it a way back on the road, and it's definitely dead.
S: Maybe it's a zombie deer.
D: That would go well with the three-toothed repair guy looking like he's from Deliverance.
S: Great, zombie deer and psychopathic murdering repairmen. I shouldn't watch horror movies this late at night.
D: Maybe you should think about a Disney movie. Oh wait, I guess Bambi isn't a good suggestion right now, huh?

The first repair guy put the grill back on with duct tape. We lost the whole rest of the evening's drive time because Penske insisted we couldn't drive with only one light, and told us we had to pull over at the nearest hotel and wait for the second-tier repair team. The guys who could use actual tools I guess.

At least we made it up in one piece, and nobody died. Oh wait...
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(no subject) [Jan. 31st, 2007|12:15 pm]
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So last night I'm riding with several other people in the shuttle back to the car repair place. The driver is really talkative [read: lonely, pathetic] and insists on introducing us all to one another.

I mention that I do animal rescue and the lady next to me (high-powered executive type) gets SO amazed about it, asking me more and more questions. It was like a queen being just astonished at finding a peasant who wasn't dirty and illiterate, my word, dontcherknow. She asks how I finance it and I explain that we do have a few donors but mostly it's an expensive hobby. I use my usual line: "I don't play golf, I don't have cable TV, I pay for rabbit neuters for fun". Her jaw dropped and after a moment she got this look and she goes:

"Well that makes the rest of us seem pretty shallow, doesn't it?"

Like it was somehow a personal affront that I spend my money on a charity instead of pretty trinkets like her.

My response was, "Well, I'm nothing special, all of us have a calling, I was just lucky enough to find mine." Her reply: "Yes, but you actually DO something about it."

BIATCH.

This morning in the shower I thought of the PERFECT should-have-used comeback:

"Well, if you feel shallow, you can mitigate that by donating some money to a charity."

Ah well, can't win 'em all.


I enjoyed House last night. Poo-poo to all the naysayers. Having a character talked INTO an abortion as the morally right choice is a pretty freaking amazing thing to accomplish on network television.

Also, "Darwin says, let 'im die!" is my new favorite phrase.
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NEWSFLASH [Jan. 24th, 2007|03:28 pm]
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GUYFS GUYFS I'M A BIG OL' NERD.

I caught most of the PBS production of "Jane Eyre" the other night. Never having read Jane Eyre, and not realizing what how faithless-to-the-original the production was, my reaction was "oh hell, repressed victorian lust, that's HAWT" and I rushed out and bought a copy of the book. I was lucky and got a version with five critical essays appended. (How nerdical is that? I spent the morning reading a history of feminist literary critism FOR FUN.)

I enjoyed the novel but of course it was far less lusty and sensational than the dramitization had been. However one thing keept nagging me: I felt like I had read this story before.

Then I realized: I have read descriptions of House FF whose plots are almost IDENTICAL. Either someone was a' plagerizin', or there's no unique ideas left in the world.

So I decided to give it a whirl myself. Here's the imaginary text of some House fanfic, based on Charlotte Bronte:

( If you are are as big a nerd as I am you'll recognize the source for my text. )
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(no subject) [Jan. 18th, 2007|02:26 pm]
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It's been a busy month.



you may ask? (this is an actual candy bar I got for Christmas).

Yarly.


Just over 30 days ago I went up Wisconsin to interview for a position in Milwaukee. I got it. The time since then has been filled with panicky preparations for my move, the sale of both our houses, and the search for my replacement here at work.

While in Wisconsin I saw some neat stuff.

There was an old school building in Jefferson which had gargoyles all over it. I only snapped a couple but I plan to go back and document each one individually.




What a bizarre fucking thing to have staring at you while you're headed to class.

In the morning, there's a fog a few hundred yards out over Lake Michigan. The lake just seems to stop at a white wall.



A few hours later, the fog lifts and you can see for miles.



The Milwaukee airport has this bizarre sign. Pedestrians = milk in WI, I guess.



O'Hare in Chicago had a ginormous dinosaur displayed. The old bones made an odd contrast against the high tech of the bright lights and metal girders.



There was a family of morons that I got to sit next to for several hours. The leader was clearly identifiable by his unique markings.



Coming back home to NC, I was reminded of one of the good things about moving: No more of these. Click for big



Of course I also got some spectacular watertowers in WI:

( clickplzkthx )


Couple random humorous gifs from the last House promo:

OH YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS.



OH OH OH OH OH OH OH!



I <3 Cameron but duuuude wake uuuuuup.



And their affiliated icon-sized versions. Feel free to use as bases for yer own icons.






And finally, the month's backlog of COMICS!

My teacher friends love this one.




I have like 18 sets of Time Life Books. Curiously, "The Old West" is one I lack.



When people ask why I didn't send out cards this year, this is my reply:



Random psych joke.



Random Dilbert icon.



I love Hobbes' expression in this one.



This gives me an idea for a new journal layout.



My new favorite image macro. <3 Natalie!



I love these comics almost as much as I love dumb catchphrases.





I also adore elaborate set-ups for atrocious puns.



I laughed for DAYS over that one.

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It all becomes clear, now. [Dec. 21st, 2006|12:59 pm]
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I just found a really good analogy for how I feel about people. I may like certain individuals, I may crave interaction with them, but it's... it's like being allergic to peanuts. No matter how much I like them, no matter how much I crave them, I still swell up and die if I'm around them too long.


Another twist on the most common people rehome their animals.


I spent some time browsing the PVP archives the other day and rediscovered a few gems.

Funniest EVER.


I felt this way, once.


From 2001 when the "WAZZUP" commercials were all the rage.


These two are me and my partner.



No idea why this is so hysterical.



If it was psych majors she'd be reading Eysenck.


Two from Get Fuzzy. I love "Smack Arachnid". The first is just for exposition.



I went to Wisconsin this past weekend. Got a job and everything. I have about 20 watertowers to blog but they'll have to wait for later.
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(no subject) [Dec. 20th, 2006|03:33 pm]
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Wow, House was really ahead of the curve. This article about Erdheim–Chester reports the first known case of biliary (liver/bile duct) involvement in that disease:

"About 100 cases of ECD have been reported in the literature, until now none of them in the gastrointestinal tract, in the liver, or in the biliary system."

This is notwithstanding that House theoretically had a patient with ECD with liver involvement in 1993 and another in 2005, and Chase's estimate of "maybe 200 reported cases, ever".

For your nerdly consideration:

Biliary Manifestation of Erdheim–Chester Disease Mimicking Klatskin's Carcinoma

Felix Gundling, M.D. 1, Andreas Nerlich, M.D., Ph.D. 2, Wolf-Ulrich Heitland, M.D., Ph.D. 3, and Wolfgang Schepp, M.D., Ph.D. 1

Abstract:

Erdheim–Chester disease (ECD) is a rare non-Langerhans form of histiocytosis, characterized by infiltration of foamy, lipid-laden histiocytes often affecting the lower extremities and resulting in symmetrical osteosclerosis. Internal organs involved include the lung and the kidneys, reflecting progressive disseminated granulomatous infiltration. Progression may be fatal, especially in cases of systemic extraosseous involvement. Here, we report a patient with elevated serum levels of liver enzymes due to intra- and extrahepatic bile duct stenoses. The patient's past medical history was remarkable for ECD, since 1 yr before he had undergone surgery for a pituitary lesion in our neurosurgical department revealing the typical histological and immunohistochemical criteria of ECD. Because no biliary manifestation of ECD had been described so far in the literature, surgery of suspected bile duct carcinoma was performed unraveling an unresectable tumor of the hilar region. Surprisingly, histologic examination of intraoperative biopsy specimens failed to demonstrate malignancy but rather revealed another xanthogranulomatous lesion embedded in extended periductal fibrosis as is typically described in extrahepatic parenchymal organ manifestation of ECD. Other possible reasons for cholestatic liver disease were excluded. Secondary cholestasis was overcome by endoscopic dilatation and biliary stenting with stents being exchanged every 3 months. During follow-up for 7 yr we have observed only a slight increase of the hilar stenosis so far. This is the first report describing biliary manifestation of ECD. Even though ECD is a rare cause of cholestasis, it should be considered in patients with this disorder in the setting of multiorgan manifestation.

(Am J Gastroenterol 2006;101:1–3)
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(no subject) [Dec. 13th, 2006|03:52 pm]
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A few thoughts on last night's episode behind the cut.

( Merry Christmas and a happy go to hell. )

Finally just a note on the fandom. I'm continually amazed that instead of debating the deep, pertinant issues raised by this series; or being analytic about the underlying messages behind particular dramatic elements; people are wasting their time getting so mad about what the writers are or aren't doing with the characters. It's like getting mad because you want Spock to be a human and not a Vulcan. Sorry, but that's not the story we're watching today. If you want a choose-your-own adventure, reality TV is two channels over. Either enjoy the story for what it is, or GTFO.


And a few comics.

Originally published in 1941. Just wow.


Who is ever in the mood for customer service? Fortunately I have all kinds of ways to avoid helping people at my job.


Love the last two panels.

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(no subject) [Dec. 8th, 2006|12:09 pm]
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Just a few this week.




I only like this for the last panel.


This one I like because it reminds me of the subsequent image macro:



If you aren't familiar with this picture, it's not doctored in any way apart from the caption and framing. It's of a family belonging to a religious movement called Quiverfull. They believe that it's a woman's duty to give birth to as many kids as possible, to populate the earth with an Army of God. Their day is organized down to the minute, with hourly prayer meetings, and as soon as a daughter is old enough to change a diaper she is given a list of chores and younger children to be responsible for. The 13 year old is responsible for cooking for the entire family, IIRC.

Being forced to live that woman's life is my idea of Hell.



So I've noticed two incredibly odd phenomena at work:

First, people whom I have no familiarity with will greet me on the elevator. Not just a mumbled "hihowarya" but they make comments about my animals or ask about my impending move. These are not even people in my division, just people who happen to be on the same floor. I would never have guessed that I'm that recognizable. Why do they know about my life? Do I have some sort of cult following?

Secondly, how can anybody on earth not know how to use voicemail at this point? I transfer someone to another line; they call back 2 minutes later and the following conversation ensues:

"I got a recording."
Well, that means the person you are trying to reach is away from their desk.
"Should I leave a message?"
Well, yes, if you want a reply, that would be a key step towards getting it. I transfer them again, they call back AGAIN 2 minutes later.
"I left a message, will she get it?"
No, I just like to have your voice on tape telling us about your bowel problems. Sometimes I touch myself when I listen to it.



Speaking of which I got this email a few weeks ago. It got stuck in my spam filter, thank god.



First, I'm not a doctor. Second, DAMN.




Finally, I got another watertower this past weekend.

This tower is at the Charlotte Knights's Castle, just inside the SC line south of Charlotte. This is where the baseball team practices. This artsy view was taken from a moving car.
12/2/2006


Same as above, still view. Not nearly as nice thanks to the giant billboards. 12/2/2006


That may very well be my last NC watertower, as I don't plan on travelling anywhere new between now and moving to Wisconsin.
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(no subject) [Dec. 4th, 2006|11:46 am]
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"A person is smart. People are dumb, panicky, dangerous animals and you know it." - Men In Black

My partner sent me a very interesting article. Text behind the cut.

( A Dissent: The Case Against Faith )
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(no subject) [Nov. 27th, 2006|02:31 pm]
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Kinda cute:


This is a brilliant idea which I predict we will be seeing very soon:


Get Fuzzy had a strip which didn't have much humor in the joke, but these two panels made a priceless icon-sized gif.




The final installment in the watertower series!



( How the hell does that relate to watertowers, you ask? )

Speaking of Wisconsin, here are some other photos we took.

You ever been to Florida, and seen the signs all along the highway that say "ORANGES" and "CITRUS"? Well Wisconsin has a different specialty but just as much inclination to advertise.


And there are some things about Wisconsin I just can't explain.


My partner's new company has this sculpture in their parking lot.


The view from his new company. Reminds me of NC. I think we'll like it there.


...Or not. You see that plastic pole? All the hydrants have those. It's so the fireman can find the goddamn hydrant under the goddamn snow! This is the one thing that made me think, Fuck you, Wisconsin.


I guess we'll see how bad it can get in a month or so.
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(no subject) [Nov. 20th, 2006|03:00 pm]
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Today's comics:

Olive Oyl is CRUNK AS FUCK


Love the second panel here.


I love this strip for the visual subtlety - it took me a while to spot the silhouettes on the left. Also, a watertower sighting!


Speaking of watertowers:



( The rest behind the cut )
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OMG Watertowers! [Nov. 16th, 2006|12:35 pm]
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So about a year ago, my partner's coworker's girlfriend mentioned that she has an unusual hobby: she takes photographs of watertowers. She knew that we drive around a lot in the course of our rescue work, and asked whether we would mind snapping photos of any interesting towers we came across.

Watertowers are interesting for several reasons. In the south, at least, many are labeled with the name of their township, so if you were in a low-flying plane you could pretty much navigate by towers alone. They range from decreipt metal boxes that look like they've been around since the turn of the century, to sleek bulbous things that rise from the trees like oversized fungi.

I also live right in the shadow of a watertower, and personally I feel that they are imposing structures. They have a scale that somehow makes them taller than they really are. You have this giant blob of metal perched high atop these tiny little legs. A building, well, you expect that to be really, really tall. But standing underneath a watertower you suddenly realize that a bunch of guys with rivet guns made something that keeps a million gallons of water 200 feet in the air and it's RIGHT ABOVE YOU.

Little did we know that photographing watertowers is a freaking ADDICTION. I don't know what it is about them, but from the first sighting we were hooked. I've driven hours out of my way for interesting towers and I'll whip off the highway at top speed if I see a new one. I now have 99 water tower pictures (not all unique) and am going to start regularly posting them on my blog. Each photo will be linked to a google map of the tower, for those interested in knowing the exact locations.

On the really, really off chance that anyone is interested in having these photos as prints, they will be available for purchase on my Cafe Press store.

I have two cameras, and the difference in quality between them is sadly very apparent. The lower-quality pics were taken with an Olympus Camedia D-390, and the higher-quality with a Sony Cybershot DSC-F707. Both are digital and I typically use the auto settings rather than the manual ones.

On with the towers! First batch of 32, taken between 11/10/2005 and 12/31/2005.

Our first tower (although actually there are two) - Hamlet, NC. 11/10/05.


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More tomorrow!
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(no subject) [Nov. 15th, 2006|05:45 pm]
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There's a housing development near me which is creepy as fuck, in a really children-of-the-corn sort of way.





They're all these lovely pastel colors and they are all identical.

"As the skipping rope hit the pavement, so did the ball. As the rope curved over the head of the jumping child, the child with the ball caught the ball. Down came the ropes. Down came the balls. Over and over again. Up. Down. All in rhythm. All identical. Like the houses. Like the paths. Like the flowers." (A Wrinkle In Time).

I don't know why but it really unnerves me. Kinda like finding a Borg cluster in your backyard. It doesn't help that it backs up the area's largest Walmart, either.
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Excellent quote [Nov. 15th, 2006|03:07 pm]
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I found this in my archived emails from January 2006:

"Think how utterly, evilly selfish it is to have a child. Think of it! 'Oh, honey, wouldn't a baby just be splendid? With its little hands, and its little feet and its little arms and legs and face and smile. Oh, we have to have one.' Great, and once it's done, here is another little human to have to grow and learn what a sick collection of animals it is into which he's been born; who has to learn the pointlessness of the asinine cycle of human life; the pain and unhappiness that accompany; the stupidity of the majority; the outrage of old age and death; the unfair circumstances of competition amongst organisms; the injustice of suffering, the absurdity of doctrines and ideologies; the cold blade of war; the inner demons of hunger, desire, self-loathing; who will be taught to hate and feel shame and fear and remorse, regret, guilt; who will one day suck from nonexistence another little conscious body to continue the hideous lineage of incessant dark-humor; and who will one day die, wrapped in a urine-stained, hospital-issued death-shroud, plugged into beeping, blipping machines, fed through dripping bags armed with needles and at the mercy of smart-ass little nurses, who know not yet that they, too, will be faced with this end. What more horrific and vile an act than that of having a child? There can be none. Torture is not worse, murder is not worse, nor rape or anything else, because it is birth that precludes them all. Were it not for birth, none of these other atrocities would have even a chance to be performed. It is the miracle of birth and life that drowns the light of the world, and it is that selfish abeyance of desire that is hung over the heads of all parents in the look of disgust on their disaffected teenager's face. How can one repay an infinite offence?"--Shane Smith

Source (thread now archived)
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(no subject) [Nov. 14th, 2006|02:26 pm]
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A blog highlighting brilliant graphical ads: http://www.adblogarabia.com

A few examples:


"The hypnotic power of WonderBra"


A joint ad campaign between Starbucks and Orbit Whitening Gum.


A clever, simple ad for a second-hand book store.


An ad for raising awareness of breast cancer through art.


Well worth a browse.
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(no subject) [Nov. 13th, 2006|12:34 pm]
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"if-you-dont-know-the-horse-girl-you-are-the-horse-girl"


Sadly, I am both of those people.





A few random comic strip icons. The fish is from a Rhymes with Orange splash panel.





Yesterday I read Terry Pratchett's new book, Wintersmith. Pratchett's descriptions of witches are spot on as descriptions of animal rescuers:

"It was all too easy to become a cackler. . . . 'Cackling,' to a witch, didn't just mean nasty laughter. It meant your mind drifting away from its anchor. It meant you losing your grip. It meant loneliness and hard work and responsibility and other people's problems driving you crazy a little bit at a time, each bit so small that you'd hardly notice it, until you thought that it was normal to stop washing and wear a kettle on your head. . . . That was a bad road. At the end of that road were poisoned spinning wheels and gingerbread cottages."

I sometimes wonder whether I'll know if I find myself on that road.

As usual it was a fully excellent book.



( Frame by frame is SO nice for viewing spoilers.  )
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(no subject) [Oct. 27th, 2006|12:45 pm]
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I saw a wonderful PBS piece - "Independent Lens: The World According to Sesame Street" - about Sesame Street's efforts to produce programs in other countries. A few notable facts I didn't realize:

1. Sesame Street was created to give the urban poor some semblance of preschool education.
2. It was the first truly educational children's show and the first children's show not set in an idyllic rural or suburban environment.
3. They make every effort to not engage in cultural imperialism, to the point where they won't share characters who are recognizable american icons (Big Bird) in their live action segments. They create unique characters and settings for each country. In Bangladesh, for example, the "main" muppet character on "Shishimpur" is Halum, a Bangla-speaking vegetarian Bengal tiger.
4. The primary aim of expansion into other countries is the same as the aim of the original show: to educate underprivileged children in an attempt to give them a chance at a better life: "In an effort to reach children in remote areas, USAID-Bangladesh has partnered with Save the Children USA to produce and deploy a small fleet of flatbed cycle rickshaws that will carry a TV, a DVD player, and a generator to villages that are not serviced by power lines. A teacher will accompany the rickshaw once a week every week to watch Sismpur [sic] with village children, read the supplemental books afterward, and talk about letters and numbers." (Source)

I bawled for an hour and a half watching this show and am about to start sobbing again just writing this. How can anything so good and helpful exist in this terrible world? And all their efforts are just a drop in the fucking bucket.

Even when they do manage to achieve something good, someone somewhere will bitch about it: In South Africa, where something like one in five children has lost a parent to HIV/AIDS, they introduced an HIV-positive muppet named Kami, to try to educate 3 to 7 year old children about the realities of HIV/AIDS. Simple messages like "being friends with someone who has AIDS won't make you sick". The people at Sesame said they felt they would be doing a disservice to all the children in this situation, if they avoided the topic or glossed over it. And yet, when I heard about it (back in 2002 or so) all the US news said was "Dude, they're gonna show a homo muppet to teach about teh geys". In reality the character, supposedly a 5 year old girl, contracted the disease as a baby, from her mother, and was never intended for any other market other than South Africa. They showed footage of Pat Robertson bitching about this and even though it was four years ago I wanted hunt him down and bitch slap him.

One of the saddest parts was watching them attempt to create a show for Bosnia. They had both Serbs and Albanians in the production/concept staff, and the adults were so clearly uncomfortable with one another. The only point of agreement was that the show could not feature both the Serb and Albanian names on the sign. That would imply that the two cultures are united, and they still are not. The final solution was to produce two shows, one in each language. They would share about 40 minutes of dubbed stock footage (Bert & Ernie, counting cartoons) and have about 20 minutes of live-action, both Serb and Albanian, but dubbed separately into each language, in a small attempt to show children of each culture how similar they really are to one another. They showed the crew crossing armed borders into a Serb conclave so they could shoot a segment on a Serb girl baking bread with her grandmother. The shooting was interrupted by a wave of violence where people's homes were being burned.

Armed guards, baking bread with your grandma, and Sesame Street. Does. Not. Compute.

How much do you owe to Sesame Street? Do you still sing your numbers or letters in tune with how they taught you?

If so, go give some money to The Sesame Workshop. They're a non profit so it's tax deductable.



Now a few cartoons to lighten the mood. Lots of backlog from the past week. Some old, some new.

Natalie Dee and Married to the Sea




The Perry Bible Fellowship



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