As gender is a social construct, I don’t believe someone is born with an ‘innate gender identity’. However, we might try to figure out where we feel like we ‘belong’ the most and who we can relate to. Combining this with the struggles we’ve endured and which aspects we identify with, will result in some sort of feeling, that some might interpret or see as 'gender identity’. Naturally, this is influenced by multiple factors.Therefore, it doesn’t surprise me that people come up with things such as 'absorbgender’, in an attempt to describe their feelings towards the concept of gender. But I don’t think that coming up with more words to describe our personal relation to this social construct will help on the long term, as this results in only more boxes. And exactly those (restrictive) boxes are what made us feel out of place in the first place. What if we’d get rid of the boxes? What if we’d address the restrictions we feel/felt, instead?
A genuine clip 4:40 in length of this marvelous logo in motion and complete with harp music can be seen at the link below courtesy of bbctim123 on YouTube.
More information on the creation and construction of this “ident” (as our British friends would say) by graphic designer Abram Games (a man who’s work is seen on many retro/vintage blogs here on Tumblr) can be found in this BBC News article from December 1, 2013 by Nick Higham.
Forgot I made this, don’t think I’ve posted it here.
This is all relevant for now, but Boa constrictor imperator is actually Boa imperator now and other reclassification are going to occur over the next decade or so. It’ll probably be a slow transition to the industry accepting the reclassifications.
Boa Constrictor Sub-Species
A listing of the sub-species belonging to the Boa Genus; scientific name and abbreviation is given along with accepted regional and “common” names.
Boa constrictor melanogaster does not appear on this list because it was reclassified as Boa constrictor constrictor.
‘Columbian Red Tail’ is a misnomer. ‘Red Tail’ was coined as a sales buzzword early in the herp hobby’s history and was used to sell BI & BCC (and anything else that looked remotely similar) because ‘common boa’ didn’t sound as exciting. The latter (BCC) were quickly distinguished by disgruntled locality purists as ‘true red tails’ because imperatorandconstrictorare not the same. Furthermore, ‘Columbia’ is actually ‘Colombia,’ and unless you are sporting the lineage of a pure locality Colombian (be it imperator or constrictor) or work with morphs that stem from Colombian blood, the label ‘Colombian’ is neither applicable or appropriate. Red-Tail, of course, points to nothing about subspecies, locality, or morph, and says nothing about the animal outside of ‘it has a reddish tail and I want it to sound like I have something exotic’.
Too, rainbow boas (epicrates), Dumeril’s (acrantophis), West Indian/Carribean boas (chilabothrus), tree boas (corallus), etc. are NOT boa constrictors. They are in the family boidae but they are neither in the boa genus nor are they a boa constrictor species or subspecies.
When you see boa constrictor as a group name on FB or anywhere, that refers to that particular species and all the associated subspecies. This does not include species that are in the family boidae that use constriction as the method of dispatching prey. As the list states above, boa constrictor includes constrictor, amarali, longicauda, nebulosa, occidentalis, ortonii, sabogae, and orophias as subspeices. Imperator was elevated to species level and is now boa imperator. If its Latin name does not include ‘boa’ or ‘boa constrictor’ in the scientific name as it does in the above, it is not a boa constrictor.
Piebaldism (pi-bald-iz-m) is a genetic condition which restricts color in some areas leaving white and colored patches or mottling due to partial depigmentation. These white areas may be small and inconspicuous or so large that the animal is almost completely white. Several mutations, including piebald, dominant spotting, and white spotting genes, can be responsible for piebaldism. Depending on which genes are responsible, piebaldism may be dominant, semi-dominant, or recessive. Some of these genes are lethal when homozygous and are associated with certain health problems including blindness, deafness, and megacolon.
Okay so let me tell you a story about this friendly dude I’m calling Nate (get it cause Nature? Anyways) I spotted this beautiful banded buggo, this absolute unit. I wanted nothing more than to pick Nate up and just, get some candid shots or something. A tiny voice of reason told me to share an image first, just to be safe. After all, I’m no professional, friend. Let me tell you, I sent this image to another good bug friend who informed me that this pal, This beautiful, wonderful chunky boo, shoots practically “molten” butt goo from his butt for lack of correct terminology. I was spared the heartache of potentially a week of blindness.
I don’t know exactly where I’m going with this aside from, had I not looked into this guy first, I’d be blinded by now. Aside from that shock, I still love that buggo and it only seemed natural to share my friend Ma'am/Sir Molten Lava Butt Goo with you, maybe you could use this as a teaching moment or something!
As I always say when bugging you (pun graciously intended) I hope you’re having a wonderful day!
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Oh woah what a funky little guy I love him!!!! Did your friend say what he is? I’ve never seen one of these before and he looks very interesting
Genus Anisomorpha [link to bugguide] contains stick insects that can spray a chemical deterrant that can damage eyes. Interesting to note: this is the only one I’ve seen that wasn’t mating! They almost always seem to come in pairs. This would be a lady based on size.
I think you need to harass them quite a bit to get them to spray, but of course, better safe than sorry!
15/Oct/2016 Hi! I found these seeds near the pool, where there are lots of trees and tropical flowers. Does anybody know what kind of seeds are these? I would like to plant them
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I just found out, it’s a Brachychiton Populneus, more commonly known as bottle tree!
What gracious nunnery of grief is here! One woman garbed in sorrow’s every mood; Each sad presentment celled apart, in fear Lest that herself upon herself intrude And break some tender dream of sorrow’s day, Here cloistered lonely, set in marble grey.
Oh, pale procession of immortal love Forever married to immortal grief! All life’s high-passioned sorrow far above, Past help of time’s compassionate relief: These changeless stones are treasuries of regret And mock the term by time for sorrow set.
Ah me! What tired hearts have hither come To weep with thee, and give thy grief a voice; And such as have not added to life’s sum The count of loss, they who do still rejoice In love which time yet leaveth unassailed, Here tremble, by prophetic sadness paled.
Thou who hast wept for many, weep for me, For surely I, who deepest grief have known, Share thy stilled sadness, which must ever be Too changeless, and unending like my own, Since thine is woe that knows not time’s release, And sorrow that can never compass peace.
He too who wrought this antique poetry, Which wakes sad rhythms in the human heart, Must oft with thee have wondered silently, Touched by the strange revealments of his art, When at his side you watched the chisel’s grace Foretell what time would carve upon thy face.
If to thy yearning silence, which in vain Suggests its speechless plea in marbles old, We add the anguish of an equal pain, Shall not the sorrow of these statues cold Inherit memories of our tears, and keep Record of grief long time in death asleep?
Ah me! In death asleep; how pitiful, If, in that timeless time the soul should wake To wander heart-blind where no years may dull Remembrance, with a heart forbid to break. —Dove of my home, that fled life’s stranded ark, The sea of death is shelterless and dark—
Cold mourner set in stone so long ago, Too much my thoughts have dwelt with thee apart; Again my grief is young: full well I know The pang re-born, that mocked my feeble art With that too human wail in pain expressed, The parent cry above the empty nest!
Come back, I cried. ‘I may not come again. Not islandless is this uncharted sea; Here is no death, nor any creature’s pain, Nor any terror of what is to be. ’T is but to trust one pilot; soon are seen The sunlit peaks of thought and peace serene.’
II
Fair worshipper of many gods, whom I In one God worship, very surely He Will for thy tears and mine have some reply, When death assumes the trust of life, and we Hear once again the voices of our dead, And on a newer earth contented tread.
Doubtless for thee thy Lycian fields were sweet, Thy dream of heaven no wiser than my own; Nature and love, the sound of children’s feet, Home, husbands, friends; what better hast thou known? What of the gods could ask thy longing prayer Except again this earth and love to share?
For all in vain with vexed imaginings, We build of dreams another earth than ours, And high in thought’s thinned atmosphere, with wings That helpless beat, and mock our futile powers, Falter and flutter, seeing naught above, And naught below except the earth we love.
Enough it were to find our own old earth With death’s dark riddle answered, and unspoiled By fear, or sin, or pain; where joy and mirth Have no sad shadows, and love is not foiled, And where, companioned by the mighty dead, The dateless books of time and fate are read.
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What stately melancholy doth possess This innocent marble with eternal doom! What most imperious grief doth here oppress The one sad soul which haunts this peopled tomb In many forms that all these years have worn One thought, for time’s long comment more forlorn!
Lo grief, through love instinct with silentness, Reluctant, in these marbles eloquent, The ancient tale of loss doth here confess The first confusing, mad bewilderment, Life’s unbelief in death, in love fore-spent, Thought without issue, child-like discontent.
Time, that for thee awhile did moveless seem, Again his glass hath turned: I see thee stand Thought-netted, or, like one who in a dream Self-wildered, in some alien forest land Lone-wandering, in endless mazes lost, Wearily stumbles over tracks re-crossed.
Oft didst thou come in after days to leave Roses and laurel on thy warrior’s grave, And with thy marble self again to grieve, Glad of what genius unto sorrow gave, Interpreting what had been and would be, Love, tears, despair, attained serenity.
There are whom sorrow leaves full-wrecked. The great Grow in the urgent anguish of defeat, And with mysterious confidence await The silent coming of the bearer’s feet; Wherefore this quiet face so proudly set To front life’s duties, but naught to forget.
For life is but a tender instrument Whereon the master hand of grief doth fall, Leaving love’s vibrant tissue resonant With echoes, ever waking at the call Of every kindred tone: so grief doth change The instrument o'er which his fateful fingers range.
“Wake up. You don’t have to do anything to wake up. The very thought that you have to do something in order to wake up is the very thing that makes consciousness grab on to this identification with form. There’s nothing inherently wrong with you. Zero. There’s nothing wrong with you. That is what the whole egoic conditioning rides on, that there’s something wrong.” —Adyashanti
Hey guys what the FUCK is this guy? I know he’s not venomous but what kind of snake even is this. Looks like a black masked racer I think? He’s really pretty. He’s blue, and the further you get down his body the more he becomes brown. Not sure about his occasional white scales but they’re real nice. This is genuinely the prettiest snake I’ve ever seen and it’s just a fucking wild one lol.. he’s scared in the second one also btw, I was saving him from some of my animals who were trying to get him outside so he was a little shocked.
