Am I the only person to whom this was pointed out as a kid? That French Guiana, Suriname, and Guyana unite to form AN ADORABLE GUINEA PIG?
I only ask because it’s the first thing I see whenever I look at a map of South America, and I was like “Surely it will be mere child’s play to find an illustration of it,” and then image-Googled for like 10 minutes to no avail. So I made this dumb thing in MS Paint. Is this some kind of a secret? Do the people not know? It’s so patently a guinea pig, god.
I’m serious. If you learned this as a kid, please tell me and calm my nerves. I’m freaking out over here. I thought everyone knew this.
A long hiatus, I know. This article, though, seemed positively Amethystian:
Entire nation of Kiribati to be relocated to Fiji, due to rising ocean levels
How do you even rig that? I’m wincing at the idea of Kiribati trying to relocate to the U.S. and all the xenophobic redneck outcries we’d have about it here. Imagine Fiji, which is so much more, uh, how do we say . . . provincial. I mean, I guess the people of Kiribati also have a lot more in common with Fijians, ethnically and culturally, so maybe it’s OK? The article mentions that kids from Kiribati regularly study at the University of the South Pacific in Fiji.
Still, over 100,000 people. That’s a serious population boost for a nation of only 849k.
Sez my friend Laura, who works on a cruise ship:
This has been going on for a while. I was able to go here this year when my ship strangely had a port of call there. Nothing there… no running water, no electric… no sewage… it’s crazy. But the people love it there and don’t want to leave. We (and many other cruise companies) have since been forced to stop supporting them with donations because it’s making them want to stay there to receive their hand-outs. It sucks to move them… but otherwise they’re goners for sure. Over time, of course.
Anyway, I do think about this a lot, and have ever since the tsunamiquake in 2004. The photos of Maldives, man. They were just . . . done. Like, you’d think that this would be the case for pretty much all of the low-lying, nonvolcanic archipelagos of the South Pacific. Yeah? And what about all the little villages on the unfrozen edges of Greenland, once it melts? Is Kiribati just the only one of them with its act together?
This funny little article, It’s Not About You, is so perfectly phrased, I just gotta share. Nos. 2 and 3 particularly resonate with me. The importance of minding one’s own business and not attempting to control other people’s lives, because that is appalling and how dare one, is a lesson I didn’t learn as young as I’d have liked. And also what a real apology is, and how an apology actually isn’t “I’m sorry . . . YOU FEEL THAT WAY, THAT IS, and P.S., I’m still awesome and didn’t do anything wrong.” Because that is how a child apologizes. I’m still surprised every time I see a grown-assed grown-up apologize like that for all intents and purposes, which is basically all of the time. Eyes all cast to the ground. Yeah, you definitely saved face by doing that.
Anyway, Ijeoma Oluo says it better than me in her blog, so read it. Very tidy, very nice.
Whoa. Here’s an animated time-lapse map of Europe from 1000 A.D., replete with synthstringy Ridley-Scotian Game of Thrones music. I’ve watched it about eight times now. It pleases me.
(There are complaints of inaccuracy in the comments, but they are from YouTube commenters, the Internet’s infestation of human silverfish, so I recommend, uh, not reading them.)
Well, it’s apparent that I need to not have a job if I want to keep a blog regularly. Hmmm. Processing.
In the meantime, here’s a picture of a bus graffito that I like.
Back soon. Someday.
Here’s an interesting little project, spearheaded by fitness blogger Hanna Brooks Olsen and journalist Sarah Anne Lloyd:
They’ve conspired together on a project to illustrate the meaninglessness of the invented-200-years-ago-yet-still-often-utilized-by-health-professionals Body Mass Index, or BMI. It’s just a Tumblr of people holding signs with their BMIs written on them, but it’s eyebrow-arching to see how sometimes a perfectly healthy-looking individual will be classified as “normal” and sometimes will be classified as “obese” or “underweight” or whatever. Oh, right, because that’s dumb, because the BMI doesn’t account for above-average heights or muscle density or really any variation on what was the norm in the early 19th century.
(My BMI and I are mixed in there somewhere, if anyone’s up to the challenge.)
It’s also been telling to read about how much trouble the impresarias have had getting people to confess their BMIs to the Internet. It’s arbitrary, folks. They were still putting cocaine in soda when it was made up. That’s the whole point. If you agree, feel free to contact Hanna and Sarah with your own BMI photo. They’d appreciate it.
We have a terrifying commercial for something named Fashion Shack, featuring, um, teenaged girls.
Not sure what makes it more scary: the music, the freaky sotto voce-over, or the Chiller font. To all three, I implore: Why?