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Aug. 3rd, 2012
Acid Attacks
Aug. 3rd, 2012 06:00 amI did not know that India had a problem with acid attacks against women. I thought it was strictly a Muslim-Islamist horror.
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Nine years ago, three men broke into Sonali’s home in the east Indian city of Dhanbad as she slept, and threw concentrated acid over her face. The highly corrosive chemical caused 70 percent burns to her face, neck and arms and melted away the skin and flesh on her nose, cheeks and ears – leaving her almost blind and partially deaf. Sonali, who was a 17-year-old college student at the time of the attack, had rejected their sexual advances for months and when she threatened to call the police, they took their revenge.
[...]
Acid attacks occur at high rates in Bangladesh, India, and Cambodia because the acid used to perpetrate attacks—such as sulfuric acid and nitric acid—is cheap and easily available. Neither India nor Cambodia has enacted laws to regulate the easy availability of acid or criminal laws to adequately punish perpetrators of attacks. On the other hand, Bangladesh enacted two laws in 2002—one that heightens criminal penalties and improves criminal procedures and another that attempts to decrease the availability of acid. Acid attacks are on the rise in India and Cambodia, but have decreased by 15% to 20% in Bangladesh each year after the country adopted specific laws to address acid violence.
-- Sully's Dish
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Nine years ago, three men broke into Sonali’s home in the east Indian city of Dhanbad as she slept, and threw concentrated acid over her face. The highly corrosive chemical caused 70 percent burns to her face, neck and arms and melted away the skin and flesh on her nose, cheeks and ears – leaving her almost blind and partially deaf. Sonali, who was a 17-year-old college student at the time of the attack, had rejected their sexual advances for months and when she threatened to call the police, they took their revenge.
[...]
Acid attacks occur at high rates in Bangladesh, India, and Cambodia because the acid used to perpetrate attacks—such as sulfuric acid and nitric acid—is cheap and easily available. Neither India nor Cambodia has enacted laws to regulate the easy availability of acid or criminal laws to adequately punish perpetrators of attacks. On the other hand, Bangladesh enacted two laws in 2002—one that heightens criminal penalties and improves criminal procedures and another that attempts to decrease the availability of acid. Acid attacks are on the rise in India and Cambodia, but have decreased by 15% to 20% in Bangladesh each year after the country adopted specific laws to address acid violence.
-- Sully's Dish
Acid Attacks
Aug. 3rd, 2012 06:00 amI did not know that India had a problem with acid attacks against women. I thought it was strictly a Muslim-Islamist horror.
_ _ _
Nine years ago, three men broke into Sonali’s home in the east Indian city of Dhanbad as she slept, and threw concentrated acid over her face. The highly corrosive chemical caused 70 percent burns to her face, neck and arms and melted away the skin and flesh on her nose, cheeks and ears – leaving her almost blind and partially deaf. Sonali, who was a 17-year-old college student at the time of the attack, had rejected their sexual advances for months and when she threatened to call the police, they took their revenge.
[...]
Acid attacks occur at high rates in Bangladesh, India, and Cambodia because the acid used to perpetrate attacks—such as sulfuric acid and nitric acid—is cheap and easily available. Neither India nor Cambodia has enacted laws to regulate the easy availability of acid or criminal laws to adequately punish perpetrators of attacks. On the other hand, Bangladesh enacted two laws in 2002—one that heightens criminal penalties and improves criminal procedures and another that attempts to decrease the availability of acid. Acid attacks are on the rise in India and Cambodia, but have decreased by 15% to 20% in Bangladesh each year after the country adopted specific laws to address acid violence.
-- Sully's Dish
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Nine years ago, three men broke into Sonali’s home in the east Indian city of Dhanbad as she slept, and threw concentrated acid over her face. The highly corrosive chemical caused 70 percent burns to her face, neck and arms and melted away the skin and flesh on her nose, cheeks and ears – leaving her almost blind and partially deaf. Sonali, who was a 17-year-old college student at the time of the attack, had rejected their sexual advances for months and when she threatened to call the police, they took their revenge.
[...]
Acid attacks occur at high rates in Bangladesh, India, and Cambodia because the acid used to perpetrate attacks—such as sulfuric acid and nitric acid—is cheap and easily available. Neither India nor Cambodia has enacted laws to regulate the easy availability of acid or criminal laws to adequately punish perpetrators of attacks. On the other hand, Bangladesh enacted two laws in 2002—one that heightens criminal penalties and improves criminal procedures and another that attempts to decrease the availability of acid. Acid attacks are on the rise in India and Cambodia, but have decreased by 15% to 20% in Bangladesh each year after the country adopted specific laws to address acid violence.
-- Sully's Dish
Emily Dickinson on the Brain
Aug. 3rd, 2012 09:00 amThe Brain -- is wider than the Sky --
For -- put them side by side --
The one the other will contain
With ease -- and You -- beside --
The Brain is deeper than the sea --
For -- hold them -- Blue to Blue --
The one the other will absorb --
As Sponges -- Buckets -- do --
The Brain is just the weight of God --
For -- Heft them -- Pound for Pound --
And they will differ -- if they do --
As Syllable from Sound --
-- Emily Dickinson
One of Sully's readers pointed out how well this poem goes with the Roger Penrose quote on the brain being the most powerful thing in the universe.
For -- put them side by side --
The one the other will contain
With ease -- and You -- beside --
The Brain is deeper than the sea --
For -- hold them -- Blue to Blue --
The one the other will absorb --
As Sponges -- Buckets -- do --
The Brain is just the weight of God --
For -- Heft them -- Pound for Pound --
And they will differ -- if they do --
As Syllable from Sound --
-- Emily Dickinson
One of Sully's readers pointed out how well this poem goes with the Roger Penrose quote on the brain being the most powerful thing in the universe.
Emily Dickinson on the Brain
Aug. 3rd, 2012 09:00 amThe Brain -- is wider than the Sky --
For -- put them side by side --
The one the other will contain
With ease -- and You -- beside --
The Brain is deeper than the sea --
For -- hold them -- Blue to Blue --
The one the other will absorb --
As Sponges -- Buckets -- do --
The Brain is just the weight of God --
For -- Heft them -- Pound for Pound --
And they will differ -- if they do --
As Syllable from Sound --
-- Emily Dickinson
One of Sully's readers pointed out how well this poem goes with the Roger Penrose quote on the brain being the most powerful thing in the universe.
For -- put them side by side --
The one the other will contain
With ease -- and You -- beside --
The Brain is deeper than the sea --
For -- hold them -- Blue to Blue --
The one the other will absorb --
As Sponges -- Buckets -- do --
The Brain is just the weight of God --
For -- Heft them -- Pound for Pound --
And they will differ -- if they do --
As Syllable from Sound --
-- Emily Dickinson
One of Sully's readers pointed out how well this poem goes with the Roger Penrose quote on the brain being the most powerful thing in the universe.
Atlas Shrugged (1,4) Owen Kellogg Leaves
Aug. 3rd, 2012 06:00 pmAfter enjoying success in getting her president-brother to agree to using the new Rearden metal for the troubled Rio Norte Line, Dagny now looks to top off her day by getting Owen Kellogg to accept a big promotion and to work the troubled Ohio Division, but she is in for a rude surprise. He has no interest in it. In fact, he is quitting altogether.
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“It’s the post of Superintendent of the Ohio Division. It’s yours, if you want it.”
His face showed no reaction, as if the words had no more significance for him than for a savage who had never heard of railroads.
[...]
“Perhaps I am being unfair by coming here to tell you that I am quitting, Miss Taggart. I know that you asked me to tell you because you wanted to have a chance to make me a counter-offer. So if I came, it looks as if I’m open to a deal. But I’m not. I came only because I … I wanted to keep my word to you.”
That one break in his voice was like a sudden flash that told her how much her interest and her request had meant to him; and that his decision had not been an easy one to make.
“Kellogg, is there nothing I can offer you?” she asked.
“Nothing, Miss Taggart. Nothing on earth.”
He turned to go. For the first time in her life, she felt helpless and beaten.
“Why?” she asked, not addressing him.
He stopped. He shrugged and smiled - he was alive for a moment and it was the strangest smile she had ever seen: it held secret amusement, and heartbreak, and an infinite bitterness. He answered:
“Who is John Galt?”
-- “Atlas Shrugged” by Ayn Rand
_ _ _
The mystery deepens. That composer, Richard Halley, seems to have disappeared, and now it looks like this capable young man, Owen Kellogg, is just going to drop out. The best people seem to be disappearing, and this is happening while the country is falling apart! What is happening? And what is this John Galt business? Does he have something to do with all of this? Who the hell is John Galt?
_ _ _
“It’s the post of Superintendent of the Ohio Division. It’s yours, if you want it.”
His face showed no reaction, as if the words had no more significance for him than for a savage who had never heard of railroads.
[...]
“Perhaps I am being unfair by coming here to tell you that I am quitting, Miss Taggart. I know that you asked me to tell you because you wanted to have a chance to make me a counter-offer. So if I came, it looks as if I’m open to a deal. But I’m not. I came only because I … I wanted to keep my word to you.”
That one break in his voice was like a sudden flash that told her how much her interest and her request had meant to him; and that his decision had not been an easy one to make.
“Kellogg, is there nothing I can offer you?” she asked.
“Nothing, Miss Taggart. Nothing on earth.”
He turned to go. For the first time in her life, she felt helpless and beaten.
“Why?” she asked, not addressing him.
He stopped. He shrugged and smiled - he was alive for a moment and it was the strangest smile she had ever seen: it held secret amusement, and heartbreak, and an infinite bitterness. He answered:
“Who is John Galt?”
-- “Atlas Shrugged” by Ayn Rand
_ _ _
The mystery deepens. That composer, Richard Halley, seems to have disappeared, and now it looks like this capable young man, Owen Kellogg, is just going to drop out. The best people seem to be disappearing, and this is happening while the country is falling apart! What is happening? And what is this John Galt business? Does he have something to do with all of this? Who the hell is John Galt?
Atlas Shrugged (1,4) Owen Kellogg Leaves
Aug. 3rd, 2012 06:00 pmAfter enjoying success in getting her president-brother to agree to using the new Rearden metal for the troubled Rio Norte Line, Dagny now looks to top off her day by getting Owen Kellogg to accept a big promotion and to work the troubled Ohio Division, but she is in for a rude surprise. He has no interest in it. In fact, he is quitting altogether.
_ _ _
“It’s the post of Superintendent of the Ohio Division. It’s yours, if you want it.”
His face showed no reaction, as if the words had no more significance for him than for a savage who had never heard of railroads.
[...]
“Perhaps I am being unfair by coming here to tell you that I am quitting, Miss Taggart. I know that you asked me to tell you because you wanted to have a chance to make me a counter-offer. So if I came, it looks as if I’m open to a deal. But I’m not. I came only because I … I wanted to keep my word to you.”
That one break in his voice was like a sudden flash that told her how much her interest and her request had meant to him; and that his decision had not been an easy one to make.
“Kellogg, is there nothing I can offer you?” she asked.
“Nothing, Miss Taggart. Nothing on earth.”
He turned to go. For the first time in her life, she felt helpless and beaten.
“Why?” she asked, not addressing him.
He stopped. He shrugged and smiled - he was alive for a moment and it was the strangest smile she had ever seen: it held secret amusement, and heartbreak, and an infinite bitterness. He answered:
“Who is John Galt?”
-- “Atlas Shrugged” by Ayn Rand
_ _ _
The mystery deepens. That composer, Richard Halley, seems to have disappeared, and now it looks like this capable young man, Owen Kellogg, is just going to drop out. The best people seem to be disappearing, and this is happening while the country is falling apart! What is happening? And what is this John Galt business? Does he have something to do with all of this? Who the hell is John Galt?
_ _ _
“It’s the post of Superintendent of the Ohio Division. It’s yours, if you want it.”
His face showed no reaction, as if the words had no more significance for him than for a savage who had never heard of railroads.
[...]
“Perhaps I am being unfair by coming here to tell you that I am quitting, Miss Taggart. I know that you asked me to tell you because you wanted to have a chance to make me a counter-offer. So if I came, it looks as if I’m open to a deal. But I’m not. I came only because I … I wanted to keep my word to you.”
That one break in his voice was like a sudden flash that told her how much her interest and her request had meant to him; and that his decision had not been an easy one to make.
“Kellogg, is there nothing I can offer you?” she asked.
“Nothing, Miss Taggart. Nothing on earth.”
He turned to go. For the first time in her life, she felt helpless and beaten.
“Why?” she asked, not addressing him.
He stopped. He shrugged and smiled - he was alive for a moment and it was the strangest smile she had ever seen: it held secret amusement, and heartbreak, and an infinite bitterness. He answered:
“Who is John Galt?”
-- “Atlas Shrugged” by Ayn Rand
_ _ _
The mystery deepens. That composer, Richard Halley, seems to have disappeared, and now it looks like this capable young man, Owen Kellogg, is just going to drop out. The best people seem to be disappearing, and this is happening while the country is falling apart! What is happening? And what is this John Galt business? Does he have something to do with all of this? Who the hell is John Galt?
Shark Rape
Aug. 3rd, 2012 09:00 pmLarger male sharks have to bite or trap the females to keep them around during courtship; marine biologists can tell when a female has been mating because her skin will be raw or bleeding. The process is so violent that, come the mating season, female nurse sharks will stay in shallow water with their reproductive openings pressed firmly to the sea floor. Otherwise they risk falling prey to roaming bands of males who ‘will take turns inserting their claspers in her’ (the clasper is the shark version of a penis, found in a pair behind the pelvic fins). A litter of fifty pups will have anything from two to seven fathers.
-- Sully's Dish
-- Sully's Dish
Shark Rape
Aug. 3rd, 2012 09:00 pmLarger male sharks have to bite or trap the females to keep them around during courtship; marine biologists can tell when a female has been mating because her skin will be raw or bleeding. The process is so violent that, come the mating season, female nurse sharks will stay in shallow water with their reproductive openings pressed firmly to the sea floor. Otherwise they risk falling prey to roaming bands of males who ‘will take turns inserting their claspers in her’ (the clasper is the shark version of a penis, found in a pair behind the pelvic fins). A litter of fifty pups will have anything from two to seven fathers.
-- Sully's Dish
-- Sully's Dish