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By Hamid Ould Ahmed and Tiemoko Diallo ALGIERS/BAMAKO (Reuters) - Authorities said on Thursday they located the wreckage of an Air Algerie flight after it crashed in northern Mali carrying 116 passengers and crew, nearly half of them French, en route from Burkina Faso to Algeria. Two French Mirage fighter jets and United Nations helicopters on Thursday had for hours hunted for the wreck of the McDonnell Douglas MD-83 plane in remote northern Mali, a region prey to scattered Islamist militants and Tuareg separatist fighters. Malian state television said the wreckage of the flight was discovered between the town of Gossi and the Burkina Faso border.
Everyone has a bad day at work now and then. But if you have one of these 15 Most Stressful Jobs in the World, even one bad day can get you or someone else killed. From EMT to Coal Miner to Ice Road Trucker, these are the jobs that will keep you up at nights!
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Inside Marc Maron’s Garage
The success off Maron’s “WTF” podcast depends, in large part, on the aura of nostalgia and intimacy of his makeshift home studio.
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Exclusive: U.N. aviation body to hold safety meeting with IATA, others - sources
MONTREAL (Reuters) - The U.N. civil aviation agency will hold a broad international meeting to discuss airline safety in the industry's most coordinated response to the downing of a Malaysian airliner, two sources familiar with the matter said on Thursday.
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They got one more, one more problem.
When your custom-made shoes won't stay on.
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Only having one outfit.
~so not hot~
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What if you don't speak animal?
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You can't even see the lanterns on your birthday.
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“He’s not heavy, he’s my brother.”
Noah and Lucas Aldrich are brothers living in Boise, Idaho. Lucas was born with lissencephaly, a rare brain disorder that affects development and growth, as reported by the New York Daily News.
He can't walk or talk, but this doesn't stop him from participating in his favorite activities like biking, skiing, and going to Disneyland.
With the help of his eight-year-old brother Noah, six-year-old Lucas has even participated in marathons.
Recently, Noah and Lucas successfully completed a youth Triathlon together, where Noah pushed and pulled his brother through a 200-meter swim, three-mile bike ride, and one-mile run in the Idaho heat.
It has the potential to make the most difficult section of a daunting book more approachable.
The infamous third episode in James Joyce's Ulysses, Proteus, starts like this:
Ineluctable modality of the visible: at least that if no more, thought
through my eyes. Signatures of all things I am here to read, seaspawn and
seawrack, the nearing tide, that rusty boot. Snotgreen, bluesilver, rust:
coloured signs. Limits of the diaphane. But he adds: in bodies. Then he was
aware of them bodies before of them coloured. How? By knocking his
sconce against them, sure. Go easy. Bald he was and a millionaire, maestro
di color che sanno. Limit of the diaphane in. Why in? Diaphane,
adiaphane. If you can put your five fingers through it it is a gate, if not a
door. Shut your eyes and see.
This paragraph alone may have done more than any other discrete section of Ulysses to give the book its reputation as prohibitively difficult; it's certainly the point at which many readers give up on the great novel. That's a shame.
Now Eoghan Kidney, an Irish director and animator with a totally fitting last name (in the fourth episode of Ulysses, we find out that our protagonist Poldy Bloom's favorite food is "grilled mutton kidneys which gave to his palate a fine tang of faintly scented
urine") has decided to use the Oculus Rift to make things a little easier. His "In Ulysses" is a virtual reality game that puts players in the headspace of Stephen Dedalus (Joyce's alter ego and our narrator at the time of the daunting Proteus episode).
Here's how the experience will work:
As a user of "In Ulysses" walks along a virtual Sandymount Strand, the book will be read to them - they will hear Stephen's thoughts as they are written - but these thoughts will then be illustrated around the user in real-time using textual annotations, images and links. A user can stop walking (therefore stopping Stephen walking) and explore these illustrations, gaining insight into the book and adding to the enjoyment of it.
Kidney is about 3/4s of the way to his 4000-pound funding goal; after making the Proteus episode, he plans to do additional versions featuring later sections of the book.
I got through Ulysses the first time with the help of Harry Blamires' indispensable 1966 guide. If Kidney's project can help a new generation of readers persevere through this wonderful, life-improving book, it will be a very, very good thing.
“I’ve always wondered how mermaids pee.” Download Whisper for more mermaid secrets.
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Sneakers = Freedom.
Sneakers make you feel free... like everything's a possibility.
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You're always ready for an adventure with sneakers.
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They make it easier for you to be on the run. Literally.
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And not necessarily the good kind.
Your memories are more likely to become distorted when you're sleep-deprived, new research shows.
This can be crucial in legal situations, especially when it comes to the accuracy of eyewitness reports.
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After pulling an all-nighter, participants looked at pictures of a crime being committed.
Then they read statements that contradicted what they had witnessed.
So, for instance, if the thief (let's call him the Hamburglar) was seen putting a burger in his pants pocket, the statement said that it was placed in his cape.
When they took a memory test, they were more likely to report the fake details from the statements as being true than other groups.
Participants that saw the images before they stayed up all night were no more susceptible to false memories than the students who’d been allowed to sleep.
That is, seeing the information before sleep deprivation didn't affect memory recall, but encoding the information after sleep deprivation was when participants remembered things incorrectly.
Preliminary research that led to this study found that sleeping for five hours or less also had detrimental effect on memory.
The researchers will continue to investigate the susceptibility. That way they can provide law enforcement with evidence-based guidelines to ensure eyewitness reports are as accurate as possible.
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One tequila, two tequila, three tequila, SCIENCE! Happy National Tequila Day!
Get it, ~brief~. But also, it’s kind of a short history.
It all started back in 1991, when this basketball arena was too hot for pants wearing.
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So he took them off.
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And did this is in his tighty whities.
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More hair, more problems.
In the summer months your head feels like a furnace.
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Your thick hair only seems to amplify your sweat.
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Which means it trickles down into your eyes.
And of course it stings like hell.
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Please, please seek Jesus.
The death of the teenage dream.
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Not wearing clothes under your clothes.
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Playtime with dragons.
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The Anti-Superman fan club.
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Well done, Lacy Lund, well done.
He beat her up at his home after he had been drinking and became abusive at a friend's party.
Lund told the Daily Mail that he had been a "perfect gentleman" when they started going out, sending her flowers and champagne. Her mother had been worried about him from the start, but she was "under his spell".
Did you know that the bird is the word?
Chris' voice is based on Buffalo Bill from Silence of the Lambs.
Seth Green has mentioned this a few times on Conan and in the commentary for Stewie Griffin: The Untold Story. Chris even recreates the infamous scene from the film.
“You wanna? We wanna! YOU WANNNAAA??? WE WANNAAAA!!!”
This is the "Exercise" song from a 90s Bollywood movie called Prem Aggan. It is THE fitness anthem you've been waiting for all your life.
It poses a pertinent question...
And provides a succinct answer.
It sheds valuable insights about exercising.
And their perspectives on life after cancer.
WELCOME TO THE REAL WORLD, SHEEPLE.
LET'S START SIMPLE. IGGY AZALEA? ILLUMINATI. JUST LOOK AT THAT EYE:
YOU THINK ICE CREAM SANDWICHES ARE SAFE? SWEET, DELICIOUS ICED CREAM? THINK AGAIN:
PYTHAGORAS IS GREEK FOR "ILLUMINATI":
I BET YOU'RE SITTING THERE LOOKING AT THIS THINKING SOMETHING LIKE "I BET DUCKS ARE SAFE. DUCKS HAVE TO BE SAFE." WELL, THINK AGAIN, YA KNUCKLEHEAD:
Every Saturday morning in Cary, North Carolina, activists stand outside an abortion clinic holding homemade signs that declare: "Babies are murdered here." Thankfully, one couple are adding some humour to the situation.
Since March, Grayson and Tina Haver Currin from Raleigh, North Carolina, have been joining the anti-abortion protesters with their own satirical signs.
Now they're documenting their hilarious counter-protest signs on their Saturday Chores Tumblr page.
Currin told The Daily Dot that although their signs are satirical, there's an important message behind them.
Because maturity just wasn’t a priority.
Thanks to school uniforms, you probably didn't even think about shopping for clothes for four plus years. The result: mom jeans.
Ever accidentally call a "mister" a "father?" Well it's awkward.
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Loud farts are HILARIOUS in a room full of similarly aged teen boys. Outside of it? Still funny, but slightly less so.
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Girls. Females. WOMEN. They're your coworkers, classmates, and friends. They're real and they're out there.
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After studying feminist theory during my freshman year of college, I spent the following summer interning at a conservative New York City newspaper. I took it as an opportunity to put theory into action.
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My freshman year of college was filled with great awakenings.
I immersed myself in women's studies courses and read feminist theorists like bell hooks and Gloria Anzaldúa for the first time, I voted in my first presidential election, and I started to chase my passion by writing about the intersection of current events and social justice. I did what a lot of college students do: I learned new things and became who I am.
These moments of realization didn't stop after I left my first year on campus either. The following summer I accepted an internship at a right-leaning daily newspaper in New York City. At the time, it was the internship I thought I needed, but by the end of the first week, I knew I had absolutely no future there.
On our first Friday in the office, all 10 of the summer interns were scheduled to eat lunch with the newspaper's publisher. We sat in a large conference room around a big, mahogany table in black leather chairs and made small talk while we poked at our elaborate meals served by waiters. My white napkin sat on my lap, and I couldn't help but think about how much money was going into all of this — I would've been happier with a slice of cheese pizza.
I was slightly preoccupied, thinking about everything else I had to finish by the end of the day, and even though I sat all the way at the end of the table my ears perked up when the publisher started to give out "helpful advice," as he called it.
"You should be networking all summer. Every day, you should talk to the person sitting next to you. Guys, you have it easier than girls do."
I looked at the intern next to me, clearly shocked that someone would make such a blatantly sexist accusation in a room full of impressionable young people, but she didn't meet my gaze.
"Boys, you can just turn to the reporter next to you and strike up a conversation about sports," he continued. "You can say, 'Hey, did you watch the game last night?' Girls have to be more worldly and cultured to be taken seriously and build relationships. Girls, you can't just talk about sports with the guy sitting next to you, so you have to try harder and make up for it in other ways."
I couldn't tell if it was my general feeling of discomfort or the building's excessive use of central air, but chills ran down my spine. The conversation went on without skipping a beat, but in that moment, my brain completely froze; my body was physically present but my mind went somewhere entirely.
I turned into a victim of my own thoughts: Did anyone else hear him? Maybe they didn't realize what he said was sexist? Why would he assume all girls don't like or watch sports? Why would he assume all guys do? Why would you call a group of young adults GIRLS? Is this normal behavior for the world of journalism?
That's the thing about sexism in newsrooms and workplaces in general; it's so inherent and ingrained in our institutions and cultures that often, your boss doesn't even realize they're doing it. But when we talk about things like equal pay and opportunity, it starts with these kinds of attitudes, stereotypes, and assumptions that can hurt both men and women.
The publisher said those things because he genuinely believed them, and the more he said them, the more true they would become. To this guy, it was a casual comment that he probably never thought twice about, but it's something that had the potential to stick with us forever.
By the time I came back down to Earth and rejoined the rest of the group, the publisher was wrapping up his ego-inflated diatribe. He asked all of us if we had any specific questions for him, seemingly anxious to give away some more pearls of wisdom, but I didn't have any interest in seeking advice from someone who subscribed to such antiquated ideologies.
Dessert was served as other interns took turns asking more serious questions about the new media transition from print to online and weighing the importance of local versus national news coverage. I thought about the case studies and hypothetical instances of inequality I dissected all year in classrooms, textbooks, and readings. As the questions slowed down, I took advantage of my chance to put theory into practice.
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"Did you watch the NBA finals game last night?" I could feel every set of eyes staring in my direction. It was the beginning of June, so I had a few different sports to choose from, but I rationalized that talking about basketball would allow me the most room to shine. "Who are you rooting for?"
After a few moments of hesitation he responded, "The Lakers."
"Me too." Under my calm surface was a raging fire of anger.
"That's nice," the publisher politely replied. "Any more questions?" He seemed to have just about as much interest in talking about the NBA with me as I had tolerance for his ignorance, but I kept going.
"I enjoy watching the Lakers play as a team. Pau Gasol is my favorite on the court, especially when Kobe's on a good run."
It was like diarrhea of the mouth; I couldn't stop myself from blurting out any and every thought that came to mind, because I knew I had to maintain my momentum.
"The referees have been calling an ugly series and last night's game was the worst of all, especially when Howard was called for a questionable foul on a drive by Bryant. It just goes to show that stupid calls make the difference in every game."
That's when the real magic happened. My remarks and persistence sparked the rest of the table to chime in. Within moments, the whole room was in the midst of a thriving and informed conversation about the NBA Finals, all of the interns arguing and agreeing with each other about specific details within this series. The publisher remained suspiciously quiet for the most part, only chatting with one of the male interns sitting directly next to him.
After everyone settled down and the room fell naturally quiet again, I mustered up enough bravery to bring the dialogue full circle.
"I just wanted to show you that girls can talk about the game last night too."
He gave me a nod, then concluded our session like it never happened. A part of me hated myself for even feeling compelled to entertain his comments and overcompensate with a discussion that otherwise wouldn't have happened; but the other part of me, the bigger part, was too pissed to care.
Initially after our lunch was over, I was on a high; addressing one sexist publisher as a summer intern felt empowering beyond words. I also knew, however, that the solution to underlying sexism in the workplace and discriminatory mindsets wouldn't be solved by just one conversation between two people. I may not have changed any major structures or shifted the entire landscape for female journalists. I may not have even changed his mind. But it sure felt great to prove him wrong.
Later that afternoon as I was walked around the newsroom, I caught a rare glimpse of the publisher standing inside the editor-in-chief's office — the two most powerful people at the paper besides its notorious CEO. They were all white men above the age of 50. I didn't think he'd recognize me — after all, I was just one intern out of the hundreds of employees who worked under him.
But he looked through the glass window and we made eye contact. He saw me, which was all I really wanted. To be seen.