Early ventriloquists and their dummies.
Why, no, nothing creepy about ventriloquists at ALL.
1:09 pm • 16 May 2013 • 965 notes
Right now, more than half of Guantanamo’s detainees are on hunger strike after over 11 years of indefinite detention. With dozens of detainees cleared for transfer (some for many years), is death the only way out of Guantanamo?
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3:41 pm • 29 April 2013 • 858 notes
Here are some photos of cool teens in Saint Petersburg, Russia, that (except for the snow) look like they could’ve been taken in St. Petersburg, Florida.
12:01 pm • 29 April 2013 • 126 notes
“I had an auto-repair man once, who, on these intelligence tests, could not possibly have scored more than 80, by my estimate. I always took it for granted that I was far more intelligent than he was. Yet, when anything went wrong with my car I hastened to him with it, watched him anxiously as he explored its vitals, and listened to his pronouncements as though they were divine oracles - and he always fixed my car.
Well, then, suppose my auto-repair man devised questions for an intelligence test. Or suppose a carpenter did, or a farmer, or, indeed, almost anyone but an academician. By every one of those tests, I’d prove myself a moron, and I’d be a moron, too. In a world where I could not use my academic training and my verbal talents but had to do something intricate or hard, working with my hands, I would do poorly. My intelligence, then, is not absolute but is a function of the society I live in and of the fact that a small subsection of that society has managed to foist itself on the rest as an arbiter of such matters.
Consider my auto-repair man, again. He had a habit of telling me jokes whenever he saw me. One time he raised his head from under the automobile hood to say: “Doc, a deaf-and-mute guy went into a hardware store to ask for some nails. He put two fingers together on the counter and made hammering motions with the other hand. The clerk brought him a hammer. He shook his head and pointed to the two fingers he was hammering. The clerk brought him nails. He picked out the sizes he wanted, and left. Well, doc, the next guy who came in was a blind man. He wanted scissors. How do you suppose he asked for them?”
Indulgently, I lifted my right hand and made scissoring motions with my first two fingers. Whereupon my auto-repair man laughed raucously and said, “Why, you dumb jerk, He used his voice and asked for them.” Then he said smugly, “I’ve been trying that on all my customers today.” “Did you catch many?” I asked. “Quite a few,” he said, “but I knew for sure I’d catch you.” “Why is that?” I asked. “Because you’re so goddamned educated, doc, I knew you couldn’t be very smart.”
Isaac Asimov (via skinnybaras)
Among my friends we have three types of intelligence: common sense, street smart and book smart. You can have a little of each but you tend to lean towards one or the other heavily.
3:00 am • 23 April 2013 • 21,960 notes
“A system designed to protect individual liberty will have no punishments for any group and no privileges. Today, I think inner city folks and minorities are punished unfairly in the War on Drugs. Blacks make up 14% of those who use drugs, yet 36% of those arrested are black, and it ends up that 63% of those who finally end up in prison are black. This has to change. We don’t have to have more courts and more prisons we need to repeal the whole War on Drugs, it isn’t working!”
— Ron Paul (via eltigrechico)
11:46 am • 19 April 2013 • 27 notes