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Growing up as a kid in Trinidad Santa came in all colours. I saw Black Santas, White Santas, Chinese Santas… whoever was willing to wear the suit was basically the only criteria. I mean it’s not like we have a ton of fat white men available in the country anyway. It never, ever occurred to me that it was strange to see a non-White Santa. 

parliamentrook:

“ Energy Transfer Partners and Sunoco Logistics Partners Respond to the Statement from the Department of the Army

DALLAS & NEWTOWN SQUARE, Pa.–(BUSINESS WIRE)–Dec. 4, 2016– Energy Transfer Partners, L.P.(NYSE: ETP) and Sunoco Logistics Partners L.P. (NYSE: SXL) announced that the Administration’s statement today that it would not at this time issue an “easement” to Dakota Access Pipeline is a purely political action – which the Administration concedes when it states it has made a “policy decision” – Washington code for a political decision. This is nothing new from this Administration, since over the last four months the Administration has demonstrated by its action and inaction that it intended to delay a decision in this matter until President Obama is out of office.

This Smart News Release features multimedia. View the full release here:http://www.businesswire.com/news/home/20161204005090/en/

For more than three years now, Dakota Access Pipeline has done nothing but play by the rules. The Army Corps of Engineers agrees, and has said so publicly and in federal court filings. The Corps’ review process and its decisions have been ratified by two federal courts. The Army Corps confirmed this again today when it stated its “policy decision” does “not alter the Army’s position that the Corps’ prior reviews and actions have comported with legal requirements.”
In spite of consistently stating at every turn that the permit for the crossing of the Missouri River at Lake Oahe granted in July 2016, comported with all legal requirements, including the use of an environmental assessment, rather than an environmental impact statement, the Army Corps now seeks to engage in additional review and analysis of alternative locations for the pipeline.

The White House’s directive today to the Corps for further delay is just the latest in a series of overt and transparent political actions by an administration which has abandoned the rule of law in favor of currying favor with a narrow and extreme political constituency.

As stated all along, ETP and SXL are fully committed to ensuring that this vital project is brought to completion and fully expect to complete construction of the pipeline without any additional rerouting in and around Lake Oahe. Nothing this Administration has done today changes that in any way. “

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This is the response from the the DAPL people from 11pm tonight. 

Look at this fuckery

ulyssee:

cigs4kids:

what if grass licked your feet when you stepped on it

i would do a split

My darling husband passed the fuck out about an hour ago.

UpMarket is so tiring. And I had to send him back home to get stuff I forgot. He is such a tremendous help to me.

When we got home I fed him and we watched Zootopia and that was it for him.

I’m watching The Intern. Old retired intern Robert Di Nero is very sweet.

I’m trying to figure out if there is a less offensive way to refer to someone who works in your home, cleans, cooks and maybe serves you on occasion, than calling them a maid. Servant sounds too Upstairs/Downstairs. Help too uppity. A housekeeper is ok but it’s more involved than what a maid does. I don’t know why this is rolling around in my mind. I haven’t had to tackle this dilemma in real life in a very long time. But I’d still like to find an elegant solution to this.

Someone commented to me how they found it strange that I was going away for Christmas.

For the better part of the past 15 years it’s been our family norm out of necessity.

At one point the only people living in the same place were me and my mom. My dad was in Barbados, my brother in California, my sister in Illinois then Kentucky. Christmas is the only time we ever got to be a family. So we would pick a location and all meet up there. That’s how we do it. We rarely ever meet up in Trinidad because hey, why not go somewhere else? We like to travel.

Everyone has their family traditions. Ours evolved into this. I do miss the traditional home Christmas, but the alternative is to miss my family. So I’ll take this.

Today was my second to last market for the year. I’ll be so happy once they’re all done. Sales felt slow today but were actually pretty decent. I just never got that big chunk of customers like I usually do. They all came one by one. But they definitely added up.

People keep asking me where else do I sell and if I have a store and where else can they buy my stuff. I find it a really odd question when they’re standing right there in front of all my inventory. At this point I just tell the UpMarket is it. I do not show my jewelry in my home nor do I have a store. It’s kind of why I do the market. It’s why we all do it. If I had a store I wouldn’t be paying all that money for a table.

It turns out that the vendor I’ve sat next to at the past two markets that I really hit it off with is kind of family. Her uncle was one of Chris’s and my dad’s best friends. It’s a whole family who aren’t technically family but are kind of thing. No wonder I liked her so much!

I bought the most beautiful giraffe today. He’s wood and hand painted from Bali. I just had to have him.

Mentally I am already on vacation. One more to go. I can’t wait for the 19th.

Just for once I would love to finish a graphic design job and have the client contact me about final payment instead of me having to remind them. 

Just ONCE.

I actually woke up not feeling like I got run over by a truck. How pleasant.

I had weird dreams in which Chris was driving crazy all over the place and blasting samba music.

It was weird cause I don’t know a lot of samba but there was variety. And I kept wondering if I knew or understood enough Portuguese to make up the lyrics in the dream (I always have lucid dreams in that I’m aware that I’m dreaming) and apparently my brain somehow smoothed it over so that I couldn’t identify the language.

Samba. No idea what that was about. I’m going to Mexico not Brazil.

Man this flu is a bitch.

Every time I think I’m getting better I wake up the next day feeling shittier.

Today it’s been a headache from hell and I’ve just slept all day.

I really want cake. Or donuts.

I had a long chat with my sister today. I miss her so much. I’m looking forward to getting in some serious sister time with her next month.

We talked a lot about our Dad, good things and bad. When you grow up in a house with a lot of dysfunction, with emotional and physical abuse, it’s very hard as an adult to find a place where you can be emotionally level. The trauma of that kind of life never really goes away. You just have to find ways to deal with it. But you spend the rest of your life trying unlearn bad habits and not react to triggers.

All of us, the three of us, are deeply scarred. We’ve dealt with it in different ways. I’m probably the most healthy because I’m the most confrontational. And I don’t think I’m like that naturally but I became that way because I didn’t want to live in silence, and carry the weight of our family secrets with me for the rest of my life. I didn’t want to live in an emotional prison. So I spoke up, spoke out, I confronted my parents. I spoke the truth. It got me ostracized and made me a target but I dealt with it.

Our family has been… in crisis for so long. And I just want everyone to be happy and healthy. We have so much healing to do. A lifetime’s worth. But at this stage I’ve relinquished my role. I don’t want to lead the conversation anymore. It’s everyone’s time to see about themselves. I just want peace in my life. I deserve peace and happiness. We all do.

guenifhar:

bshenanigans:

21stgoddamncentury:

If your job can be taken by a hypothetical unskilled, non-English-speaking illegal immigrant or outsourced worker, I’m going to give you some bad advice.

I’m going to give you the same bad advice you gave millennials: stop whining, you’re not entitled to anything and nobody owes you a job.

I’m going to give you the same bad advice you gave minimum wage workers: stop being lazy. Get a skill. work harder and you’ll move up.

I’m going to give you the same bad advice you gave sexual assault victims: you should have made better choices and this wouldn’t have happened to you.

And when you find that this advice is not helpful or even true, then instead of attacking your fellow worker, the one who’s willing to work for less than a legal wage to feed his family, maybe you should go after the structures of power that allow and incentivize your employer’s choice to relocate your job.

This is amazing

Got up at 5. Took some meds. Can’t go back to sleep. My throat is so fucking sore man. I feel like shit.

At least the meds will kick in soon and knock me out.

Doing UpMarket on a regular day is tiring enough. Doing it when you have the flu makes you wonder if you will collapse of exhaustion before the day’s end.

By the time I finished setting up I had a slight fever and my ears were blocked up so I could barely hear. I was feeling rotten and didn’t have the energy to give good service so I let Chris handle a lot of the sales. He’s aces my guy.

Remember the girl who asked me if I used real amethyst and genuine pearls? She came to meet me to discuss the necklace she wanted me to make. My instincts about her were spot on. I think the dislike was mutual. She bought another necklace and we never finalized the custom one. I’m glad. I didn’t want to make it and when I don’t want to make something everything goes wrong with the order.

Today was a necklace day. Some days it’s bracelets, some days it’s earring, some days it’s everything. But today was a necklace day.

I’ve had a lot of people saying they’ll come back next week to buy because they are only browsing. When that happens the piece they wanted always disappears almost immediately. It’s like magic.

There’s a girl who’s a vendor at the market who has this butt. I’m fascinated by it. I know I couldn’t describe it adequately but I’ll try. She usually wears dresses or skirts and from the front or back she looks quite slim, she has relatively narrow hips. But when you see her from the side it’s like, unbelievable. As Chris said today, she looks like it’s her butt and the person behind her’s butt in one. The protrusion is unreal. And it looks completely natural. Every time I see her I have grab Chris and point her out. I wasn’t exactly blessed in that department so I’m always envious of women with well padded rear ends. But she could give me half of hers and she’d still be breaking records.

Apparently when I’m drugged up on cold meds I get a little loopy and turn into a bit of a comedy act. I had the vendor at the next table cracking up and was giving Chris zingers all afternoon. It made the time go by faster and made me feel a little less shitty.

teratomarty:

my-feminism:

In the Netherlands, abortion is freely available on demand. Yet the Netherlands boasts the lowest abortion rate in the world, about 6 abortions per 1000 women per year, and the complication and death rates for abortion are miniscule. How do they do it? First of all, contraception is widely available and free — it’s covered by the national health insurance plan. Holland also carries out extensive public education on contraception, family planning, and sexuality. An ethic of personal responsibility for one’s sexual activity is strongly promoted. Of course, some people say that teaching kids about sex and contraception will only encourage them to have lots of sex. But Dutch teenagers tend to have less frequent sex, starting at an older age, than American teenagers, and the Dutch teenage pregnancy rate is 9 times lower than in the U.S.

I endorse evidence-based medicine, and evidence-based activism.

I just remembered that with American oranges the rinds separate very easily from the flesh.

Our oranges? Not at all. You’re likely to lose your nails if you try to peel one of our oranges with your fingers.

I didn’t do any Black Friday shopping, but did I tell y’all that Chris bought us a DSLR camera? I’m so psyched it’s ridiculous.

Someone messaged me on facebook to say that she went to UpMarket today looking to purchase a particular piece of jewelry and I wasn’t there.

So I told her UpMarket is tomorrow.

So she asks if it’s not the same thing as IndieMarket.

Er, no?

I’m feeling much better today, considering that I was roasting with fever last night.

When I woke up this morning my back was in a lot of pain and I felt very weak and tired. I was really worried about how I was going to do UpMarket tomorrow. 

Chris suggested I skip it but I can’t afford to give up a whole day of sales, especially when it’s month-end and people just got paid. He offered to do it on his own which was very sweet of him. I know he could, he has been with me at almost every one since I started and is definitely knowledgeable enough to answer all my customers’ questions, but I would still rather be there. This is my baby after all.

Right now I’m actually feeling pretty decent. I have a slight dry cough but after a day’s rest I think I’ll be good to go tomorrow. I’ll just be glad when this weekly market thing is over. It’s been really stressful. And while everyone else is now gearing up to do their Christmas shopping, I’m ready to go on vacation. I’m tired of all this madness already. I need a break.

Recommended blogs: GAY porn now?

Wow your algorithms suck

Well I feel completely and utterly like shit. I went from normal this morning to sniffles half and hour ago to wanting to curl up in fetal position and get intravenously fed chicken soup.

So since I feel too shitty to work I am not going to feel guilty about treating myself to a binge-watch of the new Gilmour Girls. I’d been saving it but hey, this sounds like the right time.

God I spoke too soon re Chris’s cold. I’m definitely coming down with something.

Steups. Three weeks before I travel.

I better recover in time.

That’s more than the population of my entire country.

Votes she won by I mean.

That’s a lot of people is what I’m saying.

We didn’t celebrate thanksgiving but I made Chris some lamb with potatoes and Brussels sprouts with bits of bacon.

Chris is not generally effusive in his praise but he went on and on about it so I’m guessing he enjoyed it.

He’s fast asleep and I’m here trying to figure out why I’m still up. Cause I slept like crap last night.

Bonus: it’s raining.

gogetfruitpunched:

Okay, but imagine if Tumblr mobile let you know when you got a fucking message instead of being a piece of shit and making me look like an asshole for blogging and not responding as if I’m ignoring everyone when really I’m just on my phone.

Chris is coming home early from work.

He got re-sick.

He’s had this cold for over a month now. Went through weeks of bronchitis. He was now starting to feel better when yesterday he came down was a serious attack of sinusitis.

I want to shoot Marlon. Because he didn’t stay home when Chris told him to and came to the office because he was “bored at home” he got everyone sick.

I don’t know how I managed not to get it. Honestly Chris has come home with all manner of viruses, flus and colds from that office and I never get sick with any of them.

I just run into my cousin at the pharmacy for ten seconds and get the cold.

Go figure.

culturenlifestyle:

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Japanese designer Hajime Narukawa has invested years studying geography and the world of maps. Whether you know it or not, the current map version we follow, composed by Gerardus Mercator in 1569 is deeply flawed. In this erroneous map, Alaska is shown to be the same size is Brazil, which is a mistake. Brazile is almost five times larger than Alaska in reality. Along with this flaw, many others can be found.

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ploppythespaceship:

Originally posted by geektwerp

Lmao.