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Uh, not that I think I'm going back to school or anything. I took the test for the lulz. AFAIK, I'll just use this for braggage. 8D Ehehehehehe. I joined a 1337-y Facebook group and will make a shitty t-shirt. :)
I'd taken the test a few times before and got grades between 1.0 (first try) and 1.6 (twice). 2.0 WAS REACHED BY 0.7% OF THE TEST-TAKERS AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA XD
Edit: I did go back to fucking school. Twice. Most importantly veterinary nursing school. I'm supposed to graduate in 2018. D:
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Vegan FAQ! :)
The Web Site the Meat Industry Doesn't Want You to See.
Please watch Earthlings.
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if you went to somervilleopenstudios.org and took all of the images from all the artists that described their work as "glass" and averaged those images, you'd get this
An average of 50 photos, Nikon D600, @200mm, f2.8, ISO-6400, 2 seconds exposure, no mount (tracked and aligned in after effect)
An average of ~400 frames from Groundhog Day, quickly thrown together to demonstrate the following answer on Stack Overflow: stackoverflow.com/questions/17291455/how-to-get-an-averag...
"To Ted Williams, hitting was a science. On each of the 77 baseballs displayed he has assigned a batting average. Each indicated what he believes his own average would be, if pitches were delivered in these areas of his strike zone."
This isn't your average classroom. Instead of learning under fluorescent lights, students in WSU Assistant Professor Krysta Ryzewski's Archaeological Field Methods course are scurrying about in the vast shadow of Detroit's iconic Michigan Central Station, unearthing relics of the city's past.
Full story at wayne.edu/article.php?id=8775.
Kavalcare Solar System for Jhpiego Mid-Wife Clinic Dec8, 2014
Every year, 12,000 women in Pakistan die of birth complications. The Maternal, Newborn and Child Health (MNCH) Services Component, implemented by MCHIP/Jhpiego, aims at preventing maternal, newborn, and child deaths by ensuring skilled birth attendance (SBA) through a total market approach, empowered community, timely referral of obstetric and neonatal complications to an emergency obstetric and newborn care (EmONC) facility, and improved access to child care.
Lack of electricity in remote areas is a major issue that often leads to obstetric complications and newborn deaths. Refrigerated storage is vital for the effectiveness of life saving drugs and vaccines. Ice boxes are used in remot areas of this purpose but it is an ineffective method especially when easy availability of ice is a problem. To overcome these issues, Lodhie Foundation in association with Maternal and Child Health Integrated Program/JHPIEGO, extended its Kavalcare program and provided a Solar Powered System to a remote clinic located at village Haji Usman Jhakro near Makli, District Thatta. System provides sufficient power to operate a small refrigerator, a fan and 3 lamps 24 hours a day and 7 days a week. It was designed, manufactured and installed by Shaan Technologies private Limited Karachi. After installation of Solar System in August 2014, this small remote clinic is serving a community of 10,000 plus persons who lives in village Haji Usman and surrounding areas. On an average 10 patients visits this clinic each day. Clinic also provides up to 15 birth attendance and new born care in a month.
Name of Village HAJI USMAN JAKHRO, MAKKLI, District Thatta
Name of Midwife. Zoriyat.
Surrounding population 10,000. (Ten Thousand)
Delivery in Solar Light 10 to 13 per month.
OPD patient / day 10.
System Installation Date Aug/12/2014
“Beware the average man, the average woman,
Beware their love, their love is average;
seeks average.
But there is genius in their hatred.
There is enough genius in their hatred to kill you,
to kill anybody.
Not wanting solitude;
not understanding solitude,
they will attempt to destroy anything
that differs from their own.
Not being able to create art,
they will not understand art.
They will consider their failure as creators,
only as a failure of the world.”
— Charles Bukowski
"the first Instagram book by ale di gangi" now available on blurb for you to order, own and cherish.
A look back at my (Almost) Daily Photo set from 2008. Similar to previous years I averaged about one photo every three days. Not bad! More over on the blog.
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1. Bird Stencils, 2. Profile of an Ornament - Jef(f), 3. Foggy Morning in Austin, 4. Buster, snug as a bug, 5. Wouldn't be Christmas if we didn't cut down our own tree, 6. Good Movies, 7. Wedding Invitation, 8. Work Laptop, 9. Leaves, 10. My little solar dancing Panda., 11. Winter Wonderland, 12. Cosmo!, 13. TMFN @ Red Eye Fly, 14. Wedding @ Mercury Hall, 15. A New Day, A New Dawn, 16. Dia de los Muertos, 17. Music @ Green Corn Project, 18. Swap-o-Rama, 19. Hood Ornament, 20. "Anyone who says sunshine brings happiness has never danced in the rain.", 21. Vivo Rose, 22. Rooster @ Boggy Creek Farm, 23. Carl Devine goin' for a walk, 24. ACL Music Festival - Mary!, 25. Zach and Tammy - First Dance, 26. Ply Ply @ Lowes, 27. Crepe Myrtle, 28. Liz Cass (Brown), Opera Singer Extraordinaire, 29. Buster and Lucy play keep-away., 30. Dry Creek Saloon, 31. Office Olympics, 32. Big Blue Texas Sky, 33. She Craves at Emo's, 34. Ducks, 35. We take our Bulldog serious around here, 36. Weird, wired, doll baby hanging out with some landscapers
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A graph showing the change in average surface temperature on Earth between 1880 and 2007. / График, показывающий изменение средней температуры воздуха на Земле между 1880 и 2007 гг.
English version here.
PhD student, Maria, and Wondemeneh Esatu (EIAR) weigh some of the unfertilized eggs. They both show amazement at the egg being a larger than average 80 grams. The weight depends very much on the breed. The Ethiopian Horro breed lays eggs that are between 25-30g. A hatching process was organized by the Ethiopian Institute for Agricultural Research at the Debre Zeit Agricultural Research Centre in April 2016. (photo credit: Hannah Rollings)
The average beast of prey is a decent creature who merely kills for the sake of food or in a fight against an enemy. It is only man who calls killing "sport" and kills for the pleasure of killing; not for food, not for self-defense, but just to satisfy some primitive instinct, once necessary and now perverted.
- Gilbert Murray
Lucky Store located at 660 San Ramon Valley Blvd. in Danville,CA. This small store is still operating as a Save Mart owned Lucky Store. Many people in the City of Danville make far than the average income of a normal American and are disgusted by this small store. I tell them to go to hell and appreciate what they have after Safeway closed back in 1985! Its still a mystery why Safeway closed their store leaving Lucky/Albertsons/Lucky to make pure profit. Nonetheless Safeway operated two store in Danville and by 1985 they were done with the area while Lucky and Alpha Beta on Diablo Rd. held their ground dealing with potentially outrageous request and needs from customers thinking that beacuse of their income they were far better than the rest. This store which opened in 1974 has a mere nine aisles with no pharmacy, and no self-checkout, but just the items that I need! I should add that this store was remodled by Lucky at some point removing the far left entrance to make a double swing door on the far right-hand side. I do not know why Lucky made the altercation to the store...
In 1974...
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In 2003...
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In 2009...
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I like this one, because there's a lot to see. Different colors, textures, lines, objects and the nice shadow. See the large version.
That's right! My first VLOG!
Check it out: www.averagebetty.com/videos/vlogger-challenge-one-video/
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Ten Vikings, five blue-bearded trawlerfolk, seven goslings , ten strategically placed coconuts, two dragon's heads and an inflatable monkey may sound like the contents of the average ten year old's toy box (maybe not the coconuts)... but in this case they were the signs that again the North East Skiffs were in town. Joined by good friends from north of the border (apologies if the staged start etc meant we didn't get a chance to catch up with you all) we all ensured that skiffs were well-represented amongst the 40 boats in this year's Great Tyne Row. 25km, 100s of rowers and supporters ... and sunshine to boot .... what could be better?
Normally these write ups start with the alarm clock on the day itself. Today however, I feel we have to take a step back in time and recognise the sterling efforts of those individuals across all the clubs who've designed, stitched, cut, glued, painted, knotted, inflated, baked, sought, bought and gave so much of their time and energy to present the boats and crew costumes to such an amazing standard. These things always take significantly more time than the casual observer would credit (seriously, weeks in some cases), so go on... you all know who you are... give yourselves a hearty and well deserved three cheers hip hip ........ hip hip........ hip hip.......The effort was worth it!
That said, it was an early alarm that roused this week's intrepid explorers from their limited slumber (previous paragraph explains lack of sleep). Following a quick hustle for fur, ropes and daggers and a spot check of shields, dragons head, furry seat covers and drums, we headed out on the first of the day's trips to Newburn.
On arrival we joined the flurry of activity as boats arrived, trailers were cleared and dispatched and last minute adornments were added to boats and rowers alike. (it's great to see the themes emerging...) Others may have to add detail as we were quickly whisked away, taking the trailer and return vehicle down to Tynemouth. Kindly the powers that be had closed the central motorway so we were diverted numerous times before reaching our destination. Here the organisation kicked in with a friendly welcome and a cordoned off car park (trailers left / cars right.. lovely!) our attempt at a quick dash back via alternate route was thwarted by the closure of the quayside and after spiralling in circles a few times we were back en route and in Newburn (just) in time for the briefing over on the other bank, foregoing breakfast in place of information and some snappy trackers.
Briefed, dressed and GPS'd .. we were off, the river and wind affording us assistance and we were all too thankful that the row wasn’t 24 hours earlier. It became quickly apparent that we weren't the only boats to get dressed too up as a flurry of bumblebees, turtles, ballerinas (complete with swan's head on the bow) and the whole Mad Hatters Tea Party passed by, exchanging smiles , waves and wishes of good fortune. This kinship is part of the reason we do what we do!!!
Onlookers from the various paths and jetties also waved and cheered , with Conor (our self-appointed PR officer) ensuring all got a wave or a twirl of the axe back in return (occasionally accompanied by a "Viking grimace" for effect)
Passing under the bridges on the Tyne is always special but to do it in full Viking regalia, rowing to a pounding drum with axes raised high and the echoes of our Nordic shrieks rebounding from the iconic bridges and buildings definitely got the hairs on the back of the neck tingling. Thanks to those gathered on the Millennium bridge for their support and cheers of encouragement.... this only added to the occasion.
Just past the bridges we paused for a quick regulation "cake break" to enable us to regain formation and take on valuable nutrients (jam and sprinkles) then we off for the second half.
At one point I feared a doping scandal would cloud the day as suspicious packets were observed being thrown from the Whitburn vessel to their fellow skiffies. Upon closer inspection these turned out to be "Fisherman's Friends"(keeping to theme!) which hopefully do not appear on the sport’s list of banned substances.
It became clear that we were getting close to the last mile or so as we noticed the size of the company we were in. Monster propellers stuck out from the water and huge ferries suddenly made our "massive" skiff feel very small. We did however balance this argument with the fact we were significantly more attractive (and modest)
From the outset it was our plan to finish together (Blyth, Whitburn and ourselves) and the final run home took some delicate oar work and tight control as three coxes worked together to ensure that that we crossed the line in perfect unison (down to the second) . As the old Viking fishing and skiffing song goes (roughly translated and with a great deal of artistic licence) " T'was bow to bow and with matching strokes, finished six merry maidens and nine canny blokes!"
Finishing horns blown, it was time for a blast around the corner into Tynemouth so full pull to arms and away into some really bouncy waters (thanks to the safety boats for their care and attention). This is what skiffs are designed for and it was great fun to get the bow in the air. After a brief burst of nausea, and some hilarity-linked timing issues we were back on form making good progress and surfed smoothly to shore to the joyful strains of a steel band playing "in the mood".
Back at beach there were lots of volunteers waiting to help us land and get the boat over the rocks safely (thanks again folks). At one point we were in such close company carrying the boat that my fur leg wrappings were caught underfoot by a following trawlerman, almost taking my baggy trousers with it and risking exposure of the horse-hair undercrackers beneath (it's all in the detail). Thankfully for all, the wrappings gave way and we proceeded uncompromised with modesty still intact.
Safely on dry land we were warmed to see familiar faces from home had made the journey to greet us. Many photos were taken and inevitable oar comparisons made (this time even more pronounced as light carbon fibre oars were compared with our "tree trunks"
Refreshments ranged from the traditional (rustic bread being broken to supplement the mead and soup rations) to the more modern (beer and burgers) and some wonderful fusion (a drinking horn full of "Fosters") Katie's blue cheese quiche being especially noteworthy (only wished I asked to use one of their magnificent swords to cut it)
The haven was by now full of people and boats and there was a real buzz was about the place. Presentations followed, with well-deserved recognition given to those who have organised the event and helped out (hat's off folks!) and all crews enthusiastically supported each other as winners were announced. It was then that the impact of our approach of camaraderie and unity became obvious as we made history by being presented not only the eagerly expected "enjoying the view" pennant for joint last place, but we also were awarded the joint fastest skiff in class as we all had indeed finished together. Magic!
Full results are available on the website, but special awards were given to "Just for the halibut!" for best dressed crew, Swan Lake for best dressed boat and St Andrews gaining the Harry Clasper award for breaking a rudder and using an oar to help steer ... to all winners and competitors well done!!
I made the final pilgrimage to Newburn to retrieve the car (thanks to the wonderful Ian and Elsie for the lift) whilst the boats were packed, fond farewells made and best wishes exchanged. Thanks too for the patience of those who waited in Tynemouth for that final pickup. It was indeed a sleepy trio of Vikings that stood on the curb when I arrived back, all traces of boats and rowers gone and even the ice cream man was looking at his watch.
Quickly replenished and revived by a homeward pitstop we reflected on another absolutely cracking adventure in grand company…..
OK fellow adventurers..... Where next ??????? (hum the theme tune of your choice!!)
Red-headed Trogon
The red-headed trogon (Harpactes erythrocephalus) is a species of bird in the family Trogonidae.
The red-headed trogon is on average 34 cm (13 in) in length. The male has a red head and breast, a unique feature in the Trogon group. The female resembles the Diard’s trogon without a speckled undertail.
The head, neck and upper breast of an adult male is dull crimson. A narrow white band crosses the mid breast, underneath which the lower breast to abdomen is light red to pink. Pale red can be observed on the flanks whereas the mantle and back of the bird are rusty brown. The male perches on branches with the support of mauve-blue legs. Regarding wing colouration, the lesser and median wing coverts, secondary coverts, as well as outer webs of tertials and secondaries are vermiculated black and white. The primary feathers also appear black and white. As for the bird’s long tail, the central feathers are dark brown with a black tip, the second and third pairs are black and the outer pairs are white with black bases. Finally, a black-tipped cobalt blue bill, a deep mauve-blue gape and eyering and reddish-brown irises shape the bird’s face.
The head, neck and upper breast of an adult female are olive-brown. Just like the male, a narrow white band crosses the mid breast, underneath which the lower breast to abdomen is light red to pink. The mantle and back appear orange to brown in colour. The wings are vermiculated dark brown and yellowish brown. The tail feathers are very similar to those of the males. The bill, gape and bare eyering are pale blue on females.
At the juvenile stage, the head, neck and upper-parts are buff brown, whereas the underparts appear buff white. No black tip on the narrower central tail feathers can be observed.
The Red-headed trogon is a widely distributed species of the Harpactes genus and is occurs across much of the Indian subcontinent and Southeast Asia. It is sporadically distributed from North-Eastern India, Bangladesh and Central Nepal to Southern China, through the Malay Peninsula all the way to areas of Sumatra.
The red-headed trogon prefers upland forests. In the Himalayan foothills it lives in dense broad-leaved forests and in tropical and subtropical zones the species inhabits mostly mixed bamboo forests. In Southeast Asia, this species frequents broadleaved evergreen forests from 300m up to 2600m. In Myanmar, Red-headed trogons live in bamboo and oak forests at 2500m altitude with Ward's Trogons (Harpactes wardi). On the Malay Peninsula, the birds can be observed regularly between 300m and 1680m in evergreen lowland, lower montane and taller upper montane forests. Towards the south of the peninsula however, it is rarely seen below 700m. In Laos, it shares its habitat of evergreen forests and adjacent plains 1700m high, with the Orange-breasted Trogon (Harpactes oreskios). Finally, in northern, western and southern Thailand, it favours climax broad-leaved evergreen forests between 400m and 2000m which it also shares with the Orange-breasted Trogon (Harpactes oreskios).
The bird's local conservation status varies depending on the level of disturbance in the forest. Generally speaking it is locally fairly common in Northeastern India, frequent in Bhutan, and locally dispersed in Bangladesh. The forests of Vietnam appear to be a stronghold, for the birds are reported regularly from many localities throughout the country. Elsewhere throughout its range, it is uncommon to scarce, including Nepal where habitat destruction most certainly explains a rapid decline in population numbers in that area.
In most regions, the red-headed trogon is sedentary although researchers have observed altitudinal movements in Southern Laos, as well as in the Sangthong district, Northern Laos.
Red-headed trogons can most often be found perched on a shaded branch waiting for prey, alone or in pairs. Flight between trees is often sluggish and very low, only a few meters above the ground.
Red-headed trogons are most active in the early hours of the morning and at night, when they fly on the edges of forest clearings in pursuit of flying moths.
In central south Thailand, they share their habitat with the Orange-breasted trogon (Harpactes oreskios). The two species often follow flocks of foraging birds taking advantage of the insects they flush out.
The male’s call resembles that of the Eurasian golden oriole (Oriolus oriolus): a sequence of usually five to six, well-spaced mellow “tyaup” notes, repeated every minute. Occasionally the male calls an extended “pluu-du” note marked by a significant terminal drop in pitch. The call is repeated every 3–6 seconds. As an alarm signal, the Red-headed trogon emits a chattering croak.
Red-headed trogons feed primarily on insects and their larvae found in the foliage, on tree branches or in mid air. They also eat leaves and fruits. Some food items include green orthopterans, stick-insects, cicadas, millipedes, flies, beetles, centipedes, woodlice and moths.
In Northern India, eggs are laid between mid April and mid July, with a peak in May and June. In China, eggs are laid in April, as do eggs in Myanmar. In Thailand, nesting occurs slightly earlier, in March and continues until July, while on the Malay Peninsula dependent juveniles have been observed anytime between early March and late May.
Red-headed trogons usually nest in natural tree cavities, 1.5 to 5m above the ground. The entrance hole is generally wide. Indeed, the pair will enlarge narrow entrances, and occasionally, will excavate the entire nesting cavity. Birds have been seen using old nesting holes of woodpeckers and barbets.
Both sexes contribute to the nesting process, namely excavating, incubating the eggs, brooding and feeding the offspring. However females spend more time brooding, since they alone incubate and brood at night. Males on the other hand contribute more to providing the chicks with food. During the day the pair will take it in turns to brood although they have been known to incubate together.
Nest success is low, at about 9%.
if you went to somervilleopenstudios.org and took all of the images from all the artists that described their work as "figurative" and averaged those images, you'd get this