Chernobyl and Three Mile Island were both in the 80s.  We were better prepared, emotionally, back then. 

Gary Carter (1954-2012) of the Montreal Expos tags out Kirt Manwaring of the San Francisco Giants in 1992. Photograph: Focus on Sport/Getty.  Via The Guardian:

http://www.guardian.co.uk/sport/blog/2012/feb/17/gary-carter-montreal-expos-ny-mets

Nicki Minaj: Jesus Christ, not Whitney Houston. Greatest of all time.

Read more: http://www.eonline.com/news/quincy_jones_absolutely_heartbroken/293575#ixzz1m8cXlXxy

bollyspired:

A Yin——Women of Inner Mongolia

I am not Genghis Khan; behind me, there is no sea of flags and battle horses, but I am a genuine offspring of Mongolian forefathers; and in front of my camera lens, there are my fellow brothers brave and strong, as well as our nomadic culture full of strength and wisdom. 
       Reputed as “the nation on the back of horses”, Mongolians are derived from the grasslands of northern China. In the 13th century, the sacred Emperor Genghis Khan commanded his brave cavalries conquering Asia and Europe, creating a historical legend of heroism. Through hundreds of years of survival, the offspring of   Genghis Khan have lived their nomadic life in the North of China like the Great Wall built upon real lives, resisting the sand and dirt from the north-west, protecting their Chinese brothers and sisters on the continent of East Asia, guarding the ever lasting homeland of all Chinese people.  Nevertheless, since the mid-20th century, owning to over breeding and excessive exploitation of grasslands, as well as mining excavation, the ecological environment has deteriorated. As a result, herders have become inhabitants who graze their livestock in farms. The nomadic living style has been vanishing, and the culture of grassland nomads has been facing threats of extinguishment. 
        Save the nomadic culture that comes to the end, and record what is about to become history! —I seem to hear the calling of Father Tengeri and Mother Grassland—As a descendant of Genghis Khan’s people, I know the regret of nomadic Mongols; these people are no lack of heroes creating history, but have no history recorded for their rich culture. It incumbents upon me to carry on this mission and to contribute my work to our people, not for art, not for fame or fortune, only to seek the trace of their survival on the grasslands, and to narrate their life stories in the artistic form of portrait photographs.
        Thus, I begun my journey from the rural villages of Keyouzhong Banner in Xing’an League of Inner Mongolia, carrying my simple photographic equipment and heading towards the last “sacred land of Mongolian nomads” in China, East Ujimqin Banner of Xilingol League in Inner Mongolia.
        Living with vast blue sky and lush green grass,  the local herders on this land are hardworking and courageous, frank and full of hospitality. They are the last carriers and guardians of Chinese nomadic culture, herding all year round on grasslands, green hills and riversides, living with their livestock day and night, and communicating through sincere dialogues with nature. 
         I was attracted and touched by the authentic nomadic living culture. From 1998 to 2003, while photographing Mongolian herders in documentary style, I noted down in Mongolian the history, customs, as well as the state of living of the local people. After having had edited and published 26 local biographies and introductions of nomadic folklore, I recalled the past and realized in an instant that I had resided in the depth of the souls of our ancestors, while sacrificing mine to the nomadic culture.
         From 2003 to 2008, I focused deeper and further upon nomadism without special artistic applications,  concentrating on the typical visages of Mongolian people unadorned and without pretension, expressed in static stillness or  in a  combined manner of motion and immobility. They fixed their eyes directly on my lens, opening their spiritual world to the outside. They expressed deep concerns about grassland desertification and livestock reduction, feeling helpless and hopeless for  the loss of the cultural heritage from their ancestors; but they could speak frankly about their lives improved though hard work: “The Communist Party has not disappointed us after 30 years of opening up and reform…..”
        My journey was carried on in the spirit of nomadism accompanied by the Mongolian herders of North China, which was rather like taking an endless gamble on my life. While preparing my journey at the beginning, I received kindly and thoughtful advices: “On our magnificent and magic grasslands, people of capabilities and talents are numerous. How come nobody else has the same intention? As someone independent who always works on your own, have you ever wonder why you attempt such a difficult project.” I answered: “Except for being sincere to art and true to myself, I probably don’t have anything extra, but my life, I can gamble my life on the nomadic culture.” Then I   accomplished my journey after ten years of traveling and discovering, sparing time not to stay with my family but to follow up herders and their livestock even in the snowy wind on winter days below 30 degree; I canceled all social activities to save my energy photographing on the desertified grasslands; I gave up completely commercial projects, investing more than 10,000 Yuan every year only for shooting documentary photographs.    
         A decade of hard working with passion and diligence brought me more than 200.000 traditional film negatives; and a decade of cultural worshiping in the nomadic spirit and shooting in exile reserved the remaining culture of the last nomadic region in China. 
          While Mongolians nomads from North China approach the outside world, I shall turn around wandering through our grassland, singing a melancholic long lasting Urtiin Duu*.

twolittlefoxes:

This. All day.

2ndplace42ndchance:

heartcanucks:

MY NAME IS GEORGE

AND I AM A CANUCKS FAN

Written by George Roux on Facebook

Hey.

I’m not a pyromaniac, or a car flipper,

and I didn’t trash Sears, or Chapters,

      or the CBC screens

and I don’t know Johnny, Sunny, or Raj

      from Granville Street

although I’m certain they’re really, really drunk.

I have a jersey and car flag,

      not a Molotov cocktail.

I cheer all the time,

      not just when we’re winning.

I can proudly wear my jersey daily,

      not just on game days.

I believe in puck-handling, not crosschecking;

      passing, not tripping;

and that the Canucks are still the best team in the league

A fan is proud,a fire is to keep warm

      and it’s a beer, not a weapon; a beer.

Canucks were the best

      in the regular season this year.

All of Canada cheered us on!

      and we’ll be the best again next year!

My name is George!!

      And I am a True Canucks Fan!

     Get off my Bandwagon. Thank you.
 

I dont know this guy, but he just made me cry LOL

“Civil rights, women’s rights, gay rights…  Call in the cavalry to disrupt this perception of freedom gone wild.  God damn it.  First one wants freedom, then the whole damn world wants freedom.”

Gil Scott Heron- R.I.P.

gq:

BREAKING: Was Donald Trump
Really Born In The US?

We obtained a copy of Donald Trump’s birth certificate (thanks, Internet!) and we were shocked to see that the so-called official document raises more questions than it answers about just where the business magnate turned presidential hopeful is really from. [Cue conspiracy music.]

motherjones:

Can I pour beer in it?
No, only players can do that.

Do people ever try to sneak by you to pour beer in it?
They try. They don’t succeed.

Never?
Never.

How much beer can it hold?
The Stanley Cup can hold 14 cans of beer.

Wow, you knew that fact off the top of your head.
Well, it’s seen a lot of beer.

(Time via Corbin Hiar)