#harsha sai

[allwikibiography]

Harsha Sai is a famous Youtuber, and Philanthropist, who became famous with his works through his youtube channel 'Harsha Sai - For You Telugu'. He was born

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Harsha sai viral video : వైరల్ అవుతున్న హర్ష సాయి వీడియో

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India's MrBeast 'kindness for clicks' stunt philanthropy videos raise questions Harsha Sai is a 24-year-old YouTuber from India who has become famous for his philanthropy stunts, which involve giving large sums of money and expensive gifts to those in need. He has been dubbed "India's MrBeast" and has millions of followers. — Read the rest https://boingboing.net/2023/03/26/indias-mrbeast-kindness-for-clicks-stunt-philanthropy-videos-raise-questions.html

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I fucking CANNOT GET OVER Harsha’s sweet stupid naive moronic adorable oblivious SHOCK that he was being a fucking creep all along, lmao. The way he gasps and says “raep?!” 😂 Takes me tf OUT!!!

[queerplatonicpositivity]

I think it's really interesting and important to think about and talk about the solidarity between groups that experience different forms of oppression.

Neurodivergent people and physically disabled people can both experience ableism, but it can look different. People find out about some of my mental health diagnoses and decide they wouldn't trust me with children (regardless of how I actually act) or they wouldn't date me or hire me. But this can be different than some of the opression I face as a cane user, when people assume I am faking being disabled or that I only use a cane because I'm fat (the intersection of ableism and fatphobia). And yet they're still connected.

We also see this in racism -- there are specific and unique kinds of racism that different groups experience. For example, an Asian person in a non-Asian majority country being asked, "No, where are you really from?" is different than a Black person being followed around a store because they are Black, but these things are still connected.

We also see this in religion and spirituality -- for example, antisemitism is real and important to acknowledge, and so is islamophobia. For example, Jewish people being targeted with violence while trying to come together in houses of worship is different than people seeing a Sikh person and assuming they're Muslim and therefore a terrorist, but these things are still connected.

The discrimination and oppression I face as a bi person is different than the discrimination and oppression I face as a genderqueer person, and both of those are different than the discrimination and oppression I face as a demi aroace person, but they're also all still connected.

We see this with transphobia -- there are specific and unique kinds of transphobia that transfeminine people face and that transmasculine people face. We see this in the kinds of stereotypes we come across about each group, and the kinds of hate crimes that are committed, and the challenges each group faces when trying to date, have sex, get access to health care, or just go out to buy groceries. These things are different, but they're also still connected.

We see this with so many different things that I can't begin to cover here. And we see that many people are part of multiple communities affected by several of these forms of oppression at the same time.

Talking about this requires thoughtfulness, nuance, and balance. True solidarity requires us to be able to be aware of the different ways that we face oppression, to be cognizant and respectful of the differences, but to also resist the urge to position these differences in some sort of persistent hierarchy.

Harsha Walia says this more eloquently than I can:

"I think allies and accomplices have become identities in and of themselves, when in fact they are meant to be verbs—to signify ways of being and of doing, of relationship and relationality. It is impossible for any one person to be ‘an ally’ because we all carry multitudes of experiences and oppressions and privileges. Most people are simultaneously oppressed and simultaneously privileged, and even those are always specific and contextual.My paid work is in one of the poorest neighborhoods in the country. Unsurprisingly, this is a disproportionately racialized neighbourhood but there are many older cisgender white men. A straight white cisgender man who is homeless faces a harsher material reality than me on a daily basis—with minimal to no access to food, shelter, health care, or income. Reductively, one would say that I have class privilege in relationship to him. But it goes beyond that. Even taking into account that I might be able to count off more forms of oppression, the entirety of my material reality is more secure.For me that is where intersectionality falls short; it has become a static analysis and one of fixed categories that leads to oppressed/ally dichotomies. Anti-oppression analysis becomes rigid in its categorizations when the question becomes who is more oppressed, rather than engaging in a dialogue of how oppression, which is relational and contextual, is specifically manifesting. Oppression develops a strange quantifiable logic, a commodity that can be stocked up on. This isn’t to say I don’t believe in anti-oppression allyship, but rather that I question its reductionism in place of a fluid, contextual and relational practice."

Harsha Walia, “Dismantle & Transform: On Abolition, Decolonization, & Insurgent Politics”

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Jai x Harsha - Afternoon Delight

Feels like it has been too long once again since I posted something. I had three stories that are like 80% done and this is the one I got across the finish line. I am not sure how much sense this will make, but it is a follow-up to "My Best Friend and My Brother" story, in the sense that it takes place in the same universe. Other than that, it is just a fun little scene that was tumbling around in my head.

Hope you like it!

Also, this is not my usual family-friendly story, I'd say it has a PG-14 rating just to be safe. Sex is alluded to pretty strongly, but nothing is graphically shown.

(Apologies for any typos/grammatical errors, this is not beta-read)

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"Jai!" Harsha shouted as he banged open the door to Jai's office.

Jai merely raised an eyebrow at the sight of the younger man who was bouncing on his toes. From his side, he could feel the disapproving glare Kaakha shot him. And the utter bafflement of Shobhu and his cronies.

He held up a hand to Harsha when he opened his mouth, turning to his prospective business partners. "Those are the terms of m-my deal. Go discuss them wi-with your boss and get back to me."

The trio glanced nervously at each other before nodding and getting up. They didn't exactly flee the room but...

"What did you tell them that has them shaking like a leaf?" Harsha wondered aloud.

Kaakha cleared his throat, crossing his arms across his chest.

Harsha threw him a shit-eating grin.

"Afternoon, Kaakha garu!" Harsha said. "This is for you!"

Kaakha's frown deepened as he stared at the bag like a snake was going to rise up and bite him.

Harsha shook it once. "Relax, it's just bhajji."

"Bhajji." Kaakha parroted flatly.

Harsha winked at him, and Jai felt a smile tug at the corner of his lips. He knew Kaakha was glad for the other man, and how much he had helped Jai settle into a new persona. He also knew that between the unyielding optimism, deliberate pranks, and sheer stubbornness,

Harsha represented the three worst qualities from all three brothers, making him the biggest headache in some cases.

"Yeah," Harsha shrugged. "Lava had said something about you two having a big business meeting, so I figured you may not have time to eat."

Kaakha was still squinting suspiciously at Harsha as he finally grabbed the offered paper bag. He peered inside, and nodded when he confirmed Harsha's description as true.

Harsha was still grinning, and Jai wondered if his cheeks wouldn't hurt.

"Great. Babai is heating up the rest of them in the kitchen if you want to eat with Lava and Kusa."

Kaakha's glare turned dark. "And if I don't?"

Harsha shrugged. "Then you'll get an eyeful."

Kaakha's expression immediately morphed into a queasy one as he fled.

Harsha whistled as he locked the door, resting with his back to it, arms trapped in between. He looked good enough to eat, with his zipper sweater fully unzipped, showing just a white tank top, and a pair of shorts that barely reached his knees.

Jai raised his eyebrow. "What? N-no bhajji for me?"

Harsha's smile was positively lecherous. "Oh I was thinking of giving you something besides food."

Jai smirked, pushing away from the desk but staying seated. "And what would that be?"

Harsha walked towards him with his customary sway, knowing Jai couldn't take his eyes off him. Easy as can be, Harsha swung a leg over Jai's thighs, and placed both hands on his shoulders. Pulling up the other leg, Harsha straddled Jai. “Some afternoon delight.”

As tempted as Jai was to pull him closer, he forced himself to keep his hands on the arms of the chair instead.

"Comfortable?" He asked, looking up at those lovely brown eyes.

Those eyes now flashed at the challenge, and Harsha wiggled some more before settling down again, this time close enough for their crotches to brush.

One of Jai's hands spasmed.

"I am now."

Jai raised a hand to brush back a loose strand of hair, tucking it behind his lover's ear. "How did th-the meeting go?"

Harsha shrugged. "Boring. I don't want to talk about that."

"What do you want to t-t-talk about then?"

Harsha hummed, running fingers through Jai's hair, and occasionally scraping his skull. It sent tingles of pleasure down his spine. He caved and loosely encircled Harsha's waist. Because his eyes were closed, he missed the flash of victory in them.

Harsha leaned down where he was hunched over Jai to press a kiss to each closed eyelid. He moved back just enough for Jai to see his whole face.

Fingers wove into Harsha's hair, and grasped his hair tie, removing it with ease. The dark curtain of his hair created the illusion of the entire world fading away.

"I'd rather not talk at all." Harsha said, voice an octave deeper than before, and pupils noticeably dilated. To emphasize, he rolled his hips forward once, brushing at where Jai was becoming hard.

Jai quickly grabbed his hips, tight enough to leave bruises. Harsha's pupils dilated further, mouth parting.

"Not in my office."

"Jai, I am entirely certain we will not make it to your bed. It's been 15 long days. So you choose, either here or the hallways, and one will most likely guarantee ... unfortunate spectators."

Jai pinched at his side, making him hiss. "As if that would stop you, exhibitionist minx."

Harsha's smile was devilish, especially as he ducked to bite at Jai's earlobe.

Growling in exasperation, Jai shifted his hands past Harsha's ass to cup his bare thighs, skin hot to the touch, and lifted him. Harsha shouted in surprise as he scrambled to cross his legs around Jai's hips.

"Jai!"

Jai smirked at him. "You were the impatient one."

“If you drop me…” Harsha threatened, yelping when Jai’s grip slipped.

Jai quickly tugged him back up, one hand firm on Harsha’s ass. “Whoops.”

“Bastard.” Harsha mumbled into Jai’s neck, pouting as Jai chuckled smugly.

Jai walked them to the sofa in the back of the room, dropping him onto the cushions.

Harsha grunted as he shifted to get comfortable, spreading his legs to allow Jai to settle between them. Jai let one hand rest dangerous high up Harsha’s inner thigh. 

Harsha wrapped one hand around the back of Jai's neck as another trailed down Jai's chest till it came to rest on his pants. He pulled at the fabric, thumb brushing the button.

Jai flicked at his hand.

Harsha pouted. "Hey!"

Jai covered him, leaning to suck a bruise behind Harsha's ear.

Harsha's grip tightened. "Jai..."

Only to yelp when Jai suddenly bit his neck.

"Ow." Harsha complained as he brought his free hand to rub at the spot. "What was that for?"

"Bursting into my meeting like that. Don't do that again."

Now it was Harsha who smirked. "You know that is a terrible way to dissuade me..."

Jai slapped his ass once, making Harsha jump. "Keep it up and you'll be spending the night putting up with Kusa's snoring."

Harsha sighed. "Fine..."

Jai raised an eyebrow.

"I promise." Harsha insisted, even crossing his fingers across his heart.

Jai grunted and leaned down to kiss him properly. He also heaved one of Harsha’s legs over his hip, putting more of his weight into pinning the man below him.

One kiss turned to two to more heat and passion. Soon enough clothes fell apart as the temperature of the room rose, filled with soft grunts and whines. Arms and hands entwined tightly, and the wood of the sofa creaked.

As they pressed closer, rubbing they ran hands across each other's backs, arms, sides, face, and hair. Banter was exchanged was one worded pleas and drawn out repetitions of each other names.

The separation of the past two weeks was resolved by trying to burrow into each other, culminating in a climax that had them clinging so tight to each other, even air couldn't get between them.

When they were done and catching their breath, it was Jai who was laying on the sofa, with Harsha sprawled on top of him.

Jai raised a hand to place on Harsha's head, scratching lightly at his scalp. In return, Harsha was weaving his fingers through Jai's chest hair, ear pressed over Jai's chest to hear his heartbeat.

"It's been too quiet here without you." Jai murmured finally.

Harsha snorted. "With Kusa still here? I doubt it."

"He needs to be collared."

Harsha rolled his head to look at him. "Didn't know you were into that Bangaram..."

"You're incorrigible." Jai said flatly.

Harsha chuckled, resting his head again.

"Kaakha garu can handle him."

"Between the t-two of you, I don't know who will give him more white hair."

"As if you never give him cause to worry."

Jai was quiet. Harsha knew exactly who he was getting into bed with.

Even if Jai had cleaned up his business and was trying to change his ways, years spent as a gang boss led to enemies who wouldn't disappear just because he had a change of heart.

Harsha squeezed Jai with the leg thrown over his lap. "Hey."

Jai grunted, adjusting the arm around Harsha's waist. "There is still much to do."

"You'll figure it out. And I'll be here."

Jai couldn't find the words, so he squeezed Harsha's waist.

"Did you really not get me any bhajji?"

Harsha's shoulders shook with laughter. "No."

Harsha pushed himself up to caress the side of Jai's face before tapping his nose. Jai got cross eyed, throwing Harsha a mildly annoyed look. "I got you your favourite onion pakoda instead. Lava said he'd prepare the chutney for it, but it would take 30 minutes."

Jai stared at him.

"Should be done by now!" Harsha said, slapping at Jai's pec before hopping up and bending to grab his clothes.

Harsha was slipping on his sweater by the time Jai got back with the program. He reached out to swat at Harsha, who dodged him with a laugh. "Better hurry Jai, I'm feeling very hungry after what we just did, and can't promise left overs."

He threw Jai's clothes at him before skipping away in the direction of the kitchen.

Jai stared at the office door swinging closed, a fast becoming familiar feeling of ...delight spreading through him.

If Harsha thought he could get away with eating Jai's food, he was about to be proven very wrong.  

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Notes:

Bhajji - A bhaji is a type of fritter originating from the Indian subcontinent. It is made from spicy hot vegetables, commonly onion or chilli, and has several variants.

Onion Pakoda - A deep fried Indian snack of crispy and tasty onion fritters made with gram flour (besan), spices and herbs.

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everyone who is following for posting like revolutionary optimism and possible actions (canada) or other things you can do, i mostly post pretty pictures, little diary entries, and occasional anime meta. it's okay to unfollow, also mind your business abt my life..., and pls keep up with news sources such as al jazeera, the resistance news network (if you have unpacked war on terror racial anxieties about armed resistance), and journalists such as plestia, bisan, and motaz! you should be able to find their IGs and twitters relatively easy. also canadians, CPJME always has from home actions you can take, plus anti-imperial activists such as harsha walia or gada sasa. additionally, you may have ad-hoc groups or marching contingencies you can join for city-wide marches. if not, consider starting one with your friends! make a post about a lgbtq+ marching group to show up in solidarity and choose a meeting point for before and after the protest as a semi-safety plan! don't forget to mask at protests (prevent sickness and surveillance)

okay that's all from me, palestine will be free no matter what the western/zionist propaganda war is saying. we know this bcuz it's happened before. also i'm currently getting my covid and flu shots and you should too!!

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Happy Birthday our longest running comic, first published on July 30th 1938 the Beano is 85 years old today!

An ostrich called Big Eggo was the front page star, and the comic only cost 2d. The central composition was also different. While the modern Beano is entirely based on comic strips, the early Beano had stories told with pictures with text beneath explaining what was going on, and stories told only with text. It also lacked many of the characters that are synonymous with it now, Dennis, Rodger and Minnie only arriving in the golden years of the 1950s.

A few months before The Beano came its sister paper, The Dandy, and a year after another sister, The Magic comic. Due to the Second World War however, only two of these were to survive. The war meant that comics had to use fewer pages, by printed in lesser numbers and less often. This meant that the Beano and Dandy were made smaller, only available to those who pre-ordered them, and were only printed on alternate weeks. They provided a vital service in the war, warning children to leave alone things like mines on beaches and printing stories to outline the difference between Nazis and normal Germans and so teaching children not to demonize people based on nationality. They also pictured the enemy leaders as bungling fools, such as in The Beano strip, Musso the Wop and in the many times that Lord Snooty and pals went to give the Fuhrer a piece of their mind.

The 1950s is thought to be the golden age of The Beano as so many of the most popular and long running characters were created then, such as Dennis the Menace, Minnie the Minx, Rodger the Dodger and the characters that would eventually become known as The Bash Street Kids, whose original incarnation was a basically identical story called When The Bell Rings.

As well as it’s regular characters, the Beano also had it’s supply of irregulars, who popped in every so often for one off-stories. These were usually less cartoony, the characters looking more realistic and detailed, and the stories themselves were often more serious. These stories included General Jumbo and The Iron Fish. A more recent example would be Billy The Cat.

Of course being a Scottish publication there were some characters who were based here, most notable were two from the 1970's Wee Ben Nevis T\and he McTickles., the latter involved Chief Jock and his highland clan fought a comic war of attrition against their rivals the McNasties, while avoiding the pranks played on them by the "McHaggises", small round animals with a similar shape to a haggis and with long noses and thistles for ears. Some McHaggises had legs of different length on opposite sides of their bodies, allowing them to remain horizontal while walking around the sides of mountains.

More recently The Beano has been moving with the times n recent years there have been a number of tweaks and changes made to some of the principal characters and now, to mark the publication’s 85th anniversary, five new characters have been added to the Bash Street Kids: Harsha, Mandi, Khadija, Mahira and Stevie Starr to better reflect 21st Century life.

One of the new characters suffers from anxiety while another wears a hijab and they have already been scrutinised by some sections of the media. Beano bosses are prepared for accusations of ‘wokery’ and yet another so-called politically correct assault on our heritage, but insist that we all have to move with the times and that, prior to the changes, all ten of the original Bash Street Kids were white and nine were boys.

This outdated picture, they quite rightly argue, doesn’t reflect the society that today’s Beano readers inhabit and, if they want to retain existing readers, not to mention attract new ones, they need to move with the times. It was the same motivation which prompted management at the comic to rename key characters Fatty and Spotty, Freddy and Scotty a couple of years ago.

While Freddy still looks like someone who wouldn’t ever say no to extra chips, there is no need for his old, outdated nickname, which quite frankly, has been outlawed in playgrounds across the land for the past three decades at least

Of course there will be thosde who disagree with the newer characters and name changes, but I wonder how many of these folk have actually picked up a copy of The Beano since the 1970's?

If being respectful of others’ beliefs and feelings makes me woke then I’m guilty as charged and, quite frankly, I would be worried if I wasn’t considered to be as such.

Tens of thousands of copies of The Beano are sold every week which, in this digital age, is very impressive and is testament to its enduring relevance. We live in different times to those of our grandparents and recognising that fact is a strength rather than a weakness.

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Remembering The Long-Forgotten Clermont County Gold Rush Of 1868

Byron Williams, who published the exhaustive 1913 history of Clermont and Brown counties in Ohio, spares not a single word in his two-volume epic for the gold rush of 1868. Perhaps this is understandable.

Compared to the renowned California Gold Rush of 1849, the Clermont County gold rush of 1868 was hardly noticeable outside a handful of incurable optimists. Oh, there was gold in the creeks east of Cincinnati, it is true. There’s still gold there and it is easily found. The problem is, it takes a lot more time, money and effort to get that gold out than it is commercially worth – even at the lofty prices gold has claimed since it was deregulated in 1975. The economic futility of Ohio gold was summarized as early as 1873 in the report of Ohio State Geologist Edward Orton:

“From what has already been said, it will be seen that Clermont County has no monopoly of the gold-bearing formation of Ohio. This formation should be named the ‘Drift gold field,’ rather than the ‘Clermont County gold field.’ All of the counties of southwestern Ohio certainly share in its treasures, and without doubt one locality is as good as another, where gravels are found that have been washed from the bowlder clay. The best results thus far known to have been obtained in gold-mining in Ohio are reported for Warren county, where in one day gold to the value of six dollars was obtained – by an outlay of ten dollars; a half-dozen days’ work being also thrown in.”

Nevertheless, there are some folks for whom the gold fever never subsides, and Clermont County has been subjected to hard-working miners and unscrupulous fraudsters in approximately equal measures ever since. According to the Spring 1985 newsletter of the Ohio Geological Survey:

“Gold was first discovered in Clermont County on the farm of Robert Wood, near Elk Lick, on the banks of the East Fork of the Little Miami River. This site is now located on the north shore of William H. Harsha Lake at East Fork State Park.”

It is almost certain that any discovery of gold will attract equal numbers of hard-working miners and shady flim-flam men. Several stock companies were set up to finance gold-digging operations in Clermont County, but few paid dividends. The newspapers were full of breathless proclamations of easy riches. “Professor” J.W. Glass announced in the Ohio Statesman [21 September 1868]:

“I believe that were we supplied with an abundance of water for hydraulic purposes, our hills would pay equally well as those of California.”

Glass estimated that hand-panning would yield no more than fifty to seventy-five cents worth of gold in a day, while hydraulic mining could generate anywhere from twelve to fifteen dollars a day. A correspondent signing himself M. Jamieson informed the Cincinnati Gazette [31 August 1868]:

“Old California miners have prospected over a good portion of this field, and report gold in almost any ravine where they tried their luck. Those miners seem sanguine, and say they found no better diggings in California.”

Alas, such wishful appraisals never, shall we say, “panned out.” The Cincinnati Post [22 Januray 1897] echoed State Geologist Orton while taking an honest look at the situation:

“Every year or so some newspaper correspondent in Clermont County, Ohio, or some contiguous county sends a report of the discovery of gold and of mining enterprises for its recovery. These reports of gold in these counties are true. It has not been found to be minable, because it costs about $5 – in money and labor – to get out $1 in gold.”

That judgement didn’t prevent the Post from printing, just eight years later, a small feature on Clermont miner John Allen, who had dug a 200-foot tunnel into a hillside along Cabin Run Creek in an area known as Bear Hollow. Allen called his mine Paradise Gulch and worked it without ever striking the mother lode into the 1920s. His mine shaft is now collapsed.

Allen failed to find the source of the gold flakes extracted from nearby creeks because he misunderstood the local geology. Unlike California, where seams of gold up in the hills erode into flakes of placer gold in the streams, Ohio has only placer gold. The mother lode for Ohio’s gold is somewhere up in Canada and all the gold found here was dragged south by the glaciers that once blanketed our state.

Gold fever revived in the 1930s when the regulated value of the precious metal was boosted to $35 an ounce and so many men were out of work due to the Great Depression. A farmer named Robert Titus found a few gold flakes in a creek that ran through his farm and set up a company to exploit the find. Titus built a gasoline powered sluice that could sift a cubic yard of gravel and sand in less than an hour. According to the Ohio Geological Survey:

“Considerable excitement was created by this venture and Titus was reportedly offered financial backing and outright purchase of his 40-acre farm for $1,500 per acre. No commercial quantities of gold were ever produced from this deposit and most of the metal recovered was sold for souvenirs.”

Today, Clermont County prospectors are almost exclusively hobbyists. The Cincinnati Mineral Society has led occasional field trips to a tributary of Stonelick Creek since the 1960s, as has the Cincinnati Museum of Natural History and Science.

Still, the lure of gold fires the imagination. Michael Hansen of the Ohio Geological Survey recalled the heady days of gold speculation in the 1980s:

“In early 1980, when gold prices skyrocketed to more than $800 per ounce, the survey received up to 600 letters each week after newspaper articles across the state identified the Survey as the organization responsible for such matters in Ohio.”

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While Palestine Action US is targeting Elbit systems to protest the ongoing genocide in Palestine, Elbit’s tools of occupation are also being deployed in the US. As Antony Loewenstein documents in his book, The Palestine Laboratory, Israeli defense contractors test their wares on Palestinians and then export their tools of surveillance and warfare around the world. Loewenstein highlights the connection between so-called border security in the US and the oppression of Palestinians, writing, “Israeli technology was sold as the solution to unwanted populations at the US–Mexico border where the Israeli company Elbit was a major player in repelling migrants.” In her book Border and Rule: Global Migration, Capitalism, and the Rise of Racist Nationalism, Harsha Walia describes how US Customs Enforcement officials impose the violence of bordering on Tohono O’odham lands, along the US Southern border. Walia wrote, “US Customs and Border Protection (CBP) has contracted Israel’s largest private arms company, Elbit Systems, to construct ten surveillance towers, making Tohono O’odham one of the most militarized communities in the US.”  In 2017, members of the Tohono O’odham Hemajkam Rights Network (TOHRN), went to Palestine on a visit organized by the Palestinian group Stop the Wall. TOHRN member Amy Jaun told Antony Loewenstein that it was a relief to talk “with people who understand our fears … who are dealing with militarization and technology.” In 2022, after years of resistance from Tohono O’odham organizers, the construction of the contested surveillance towers was completed. As Will Parrish reported in The Intercept in 2019, each tower is outfitted with thermal sensors, high-definition cameras with night vision, and ground-sweeping radar. As Parrish noted, “The system will store an archive with the ability to rewind and track individuals’ movements across time — an ability known as ‘wide-area persistent surveillance.’” The  Tohono O’odham’s struggle against the construction of Elbit’s towers is just one example of how the company is exporting Israel’s tools of bordering and occupation. In The Palestine Laboratory, Loewenstein describes an event at the Paris Air Show in 2009, where Elbit screened drone footage for “an elite audience of global buyers.” The footage showcased the assassination of a Palestinian. A subsequent investigation by Andrew Feinstein, a global expert on the arms industry, who observed the sales video pitch in Paris, revealed that innocent Palestinians, including women and children, were killed during the drone attack that Elbit showcased at the Paris Air Show. Feinstein told Loewenstein, “This was my introduction to the Israeli arms industry and the way it markets itself. No other arms-producing country would dare show actual footage like that.” As evidenced by the construction of surveillance towers in Tohono O’odham lands, Elbit’s work extends beyond the bounds of war, but the lines between war-making, surveillance and what governments call “security” are murky, at best. When tools of war and subjugation are tested on a captive population, and marketed on the basis of how effectively those people are killed, how do we expect those tools to be deployed globally? 

[allwikibiography]

Harsha Sai Biography: Check out Youtuber Harsha Sai (Telugu Bigg Boss 6) Age, Height, Mother, father, Wife, Family, Movies & Net Worth.

[telugusitara]

Harsha sai responds on police case : రేప్ కేసు పై నోరు విప్పిన హర్ష సాయి

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2023 book recs! (to read and to skip)

inspired by @deanmarywinchester's incredible rec list and general reading reviews!

RECOMMEND:

The Murderbot Diaries by Martha Wells: I love you autistic androids. forever and ever. I'm pretending the adaptation is not happening bc I don’t think the screen can do it justice so I’m simply enjoying every single page of these books before there’s inevitable show Discourse. I love the plots and the dialogue and just like murderbot I too wish I could be left alone to watch my shows.

Something That May Shock and Discredit You by Daniel Lavery: this book has a couple excerpts on here that make the rounds and piqued my interest and holy shit. if you are trans and queer and probably autistic. read this book as fast as you can. I felt seen in every word and also. Absolutely read to filth.

The Traitor Baru Cormorant (the masquerade series) by Seth Dickinson: I think I finally started this series because of my bestie @ofbowsandbooks (as is the case with so many things) but who's to say. either way I read this towards the beginning of the year and have not stopped thinking about it since. if you read it. please listen to so much (for) stardust by fob. I cannot recommend the specific kind of damage it does to you while rotating baru and tain hu in your mind. just. tailored to me in so many ways (fantasy story about imperialism and masks and lying and the terrible power of math) so I do admit bias there.

Settlers by J Sakai: If you can only read a book or two about understanding why colonialism/capitalism is at the root of all evil...read this book. It's at the top of my general list of political nonfic recs (next to capitalism & disability by marta russell and border & rule by Harsha Walia). I like to describe it as a leftist pov of us history that pulls apart some of the liberal/white "optimism" of People's History of the US.

They Can’t Kill Us Until They Kill Us by Hanif Abdurraqib: I think this was also based on an excerpt I saw on here. I finally started getting into memoirs/essay collections this year and WOW. I mean, even if that genre isn't your thing, you should still read this book. It's just so so good, and utilizes unique topics (particularly music, I love his FOB essay) to explore both small personal moments and larger existential issues.

The Wretched of the Earth by Frantz Fanon: This is considered a staple of anticolonial movements & education for a reason. Definitely helpful for understanding the global decolonial revolutions of the 1960s.

Decarcerating Disability by Liat Ben-Moshe: An incredible study of abolition from a disability lens. Clear (if a bit repetitive at times) but overall an engaging read that definitely brings a much needed addition to larger abolition texts.

Chain-Gang All Stars by Nana Kwame Adjei-Brenyah: I read this one after seeing @deanmarywinchester's posts about it. I read it in two days and it knocked me so hard on my ass. Especially as someone who was obsessed with the hunger games in middle/high school. Just. Wow. holy shit. we knew this already but abolish prisons police etc etc and also we have GOT to be done with tiktok. and alexas. and just being okay with casually reposting/consuming videos and images of violence against people of color and and and -

Exile & Pride by Eli Clare: transmasc disabled PNW crew rise up!!!! the trauma of growing up as all these things in a small rural town!!! I have very rarely felt so deeply seen and understood as when I was reading this book. It's heavy emotionally & topically, so warnings there. I did struggle a bit with it but only because of how deeply some of his story reflects my own.

Innocence & Corruption by Aiyana Goodfellow: This book and its author demand a fundamental shift from how we as a society view and treat children. If you are planning on having kids, have kids in your life, are a teacher, etc etc, cannot emphasize enough how important this book is to remind us that kids are people now, and they deserve autonomy, respect, and support.

Honorable Mentions:

he who drowned the world by shelley parker-chan : this was moved down a category only because the book before this one (she who became the sun) is literally just setup for this sneaky gut punch. So as a duology, could be stronger. this book as a standalone? Wow. There's some banger lines and concepts and characters in there. (Wang baoxiang. Just. Oh boy). Definitely fascinating in convo with baru cormorant, and I think a reason it's lower for me as well is because the lens of hwdtw is much more of an internal power turmoil than a study of imperalism, which I'm biased towards interest-wise. I read this purely because of @ash-and-starlight's incredible art, so please go check that out if you read the book - It is absolutely worth the read for their art.

the Black Jacobins by C L R James: I'm a french revolution bitch. it was a special interest of mine as a kid and got me invested in history. that said, we gotta talk about france's fuckery. which is to say, slavery/genocide/colonialism etc etc. This book is somewhat tricky to read at points, especially in keeping track of who's who, but a really incredible explanation of the beginning of Haiti's fight for independence. If you enjoy French or Caribbean history, anticolonial revolutions, and some of the nitty-gritty details of history textbooks, this is for you.

life under the jolly roger by Gabriel Kuhn: who here has seen black sails. (thee gay pirate show. Original edition.) strikes a good balance between an understanding of what pirates have/can/could represent, and absolutely clarity about their actual violence, legacy, and politics. Informative without being drawn in by the romanticism or dismissing its power completely.

the essential June Jordan: Politically relevant and also just lyrically beautiful poetry.

hell followed with us by Andrew Joseph White: trans horror fans w/ Christianity beef, this is for you. I am NOT a horror fan, but it was so well done and resonant with me that I stomached the gore for it and do absolutely recommend. if that’s your thing

DO NOT RECOMMEND:

the invisible life of addie larue by ve schwab: I love VE and am a bit of an apologist for her prose over plot bc her worldbuilding is always so cinematic to me, but this was such a frustrating waste of a brilliant concept. It was just...boring? Neither Addie nor Henry are particularly interesting (Henry's relatable, but again, not engaging as a character) and for someone who's been alive for a long time, I expected more unique flashbacks and worldbuilding. I expected the ten thousand doors of january, but this was not that, although I think at its soul it wanted to be.

the lies of locke lamora by scott lynch - Been meaning to read this forever since it was recommended a lot on here if you liked six of crows. I would say a similar setup (dickension fantasy) but that's about it. Characters aren't that likeable or clever, the action is slow, and I take issue with the ending.

unwieldy creatures by addie tsai - I so badly wanted this book to be good. It was not.

a day of fallen night by samantha shannon - It was fine, it's just such a long book I think time is better spent elsewhere, ya know?

provenance - second ann leckie book that i've finished unimpressed. despite murderbot being top of my list, this similar vibe of sci-fi did not strike me as one with such a unique clear voice. It just felt like a more inclusive version of many average space books.

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2022 annual review

What can I say... except that I’m feeling defeated amidst the storm of eugenic gaslighting and COVID minimization constantly swirling around us. It is a dark time to be in public health, but it’s even more devastating when your own field turns against its own alleged values. To those still holding the line and speaking our truths, I echo your defiance.

I’ll continue to show up day after day and do my best.

Notable Happenings

Long-awaited reunion with Quag - skating in North Van

Monkeypox vaccine campaign

J+K wedding in Tofino (Wickaninnish Beach)

Expanding my teaching practice :) 

Camping with Lady @ Sproat Lake

Norcal trip: Monterey, Big Sur, Napa/Sonoma, San Francisco

Highlights: McWay sunset, Monterey Bay Aquarium, Asian Art Museum, Legion of Honor

Influenza vaccination campaign

Adopting Goose! (@thecutestgoose)

Books that influenced me:

What My Bones Know: A Memoir of Healing from Complex Trauma (Foo, Stephanie)

Caste: The Origins of Our Discontent (Wilkerson, Isabel)

Border and Rule: Global Migration, Capitalism, and the Rise of Racist Nationalism (Walia, Harsha)

All the Living and the Dead: From Embalmers to Executioners, an Exploration of the People Who Have Made Death Their Life's Work (Campbell, Hayley)

All That Moves Us: A Pediatric Neurosurgeon, His Young Patients, and Their Stories of Grace and Resilience (Wellons, Jay)

The Inevitable: Dispatches on the Right to Die (Engelhart, Katie)

Smoke Gets in Your Eyes & Other Lessons from the Crematory (Doughty, Caitlin)

Invisible Child: Poverty, Survival & Hope in an American City (Elliot, Andrea)

On Fire: The Burning Case for a Green New Deal (Klein, Naomi)

Braiding Sweetgrass: Indigenous Wisdom, Scientific Knowkedge, and the Teachings of Plants (Kimmerer, Robin Wall)

No Is Not Enough: Resisting Trump’s Shock Politics and Winning the World We Need (Klein, Naomi)

The Emergency: A Year of Healing and Heartbreak in a Chicago ER (Fisher, Thomas)

Dear Life: A Doctor’s Story of Love and Loss (Clarke, Rachel)

The Vaccine Race: Science, Politics, and the Human Costs of Defeating Disease (Wadman, Meredith)

The Facemaker: One Surgeon's Battle to Mend the Disfigured Soldiers of World War I (Fitzharris, Lindsey)

A Good Time to be Born: How Science and Public Health Gave Children a Future (Klass, Perri)

The Magical Language of Others (Koh, E.J.)

Chinatown Pretty: Fashion and Wisdom from Chinatown’s Most Stylish Seniors (Lo, Andria)

Favourite Movies/TV series

SPY x FAMILY

Crash Landing on You

Twenty-Five Twenty-One

Hospital Playlist

The Farewell

Favourite foodie experiences

Brasserie Coquette (Kitsilano)

Sushi Time (Kerrisdale)

MELLO (Kerrisdale)

Esteban (Monterey, CA)

Palette Tea House (San Francisco, CA)

California Fish Market (San Francisco, CA)

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A Walk Across The Ruins Of Nalanda

And there I stood..right at the main gate. On the path leading into the realms of the bygone era. The eyes were firmly fixed on the whirlpool of red bricks. The mind hopes to unravel the mysteries attached to the spot, once a sacred site of an uninterrupted transmission of knowledge over 800 years !!!. And the heart hoping against hope to turn back the sands of time, and become a part of the legends and folklores that inspire educationists and knowledge hunters to throng to the ancient site in probably one of the remotest parts of the modern world !!!

Being an ardent history lover and a necrophiliac by heart, the ruins of Nalanda had always tantalized my conscience, weaving a web of a relentless desire to explore and roam around the legendary site, and experience the marvel of the most ancient University of the Indian Subcontinent !! After all, the present-day ruins of Nalanda were a center of learning from the 5th century to 1200 AD.

A serene sight of the well-manicured gardens, merging with the ruins in red bricks, welcomed me as I set foot into the heart of the compound, now designated as a UNESCO World Heritage Sight !!! I hired a Govt approved guide to understand the intricacies attached, and extract some relevant meaning out of the pile of those red bricks of one of the first residential universities in the world !!

As we walked across the campus, my imaginative mind could not stop drawing a picture of what this place might have looked like in its heydays !!! An architectural masterpiece to say the least !!

Nalanda’s existence can be traced back to the 5th-6th century BC, as both Buddha and Mahavira are said to have visited and delivered lectures in the village !! Nalanda was perfectly placed on the trade route connecting the nearby town of Rajgir, the then capital of the mighty Magadh Empire. According to some sources, Emperor Ashoka built a great temple in the village during the 3rd century BC !!

But the noted history of Nalanda began under the glorious Gupta Empire. The foundation stones of the university are said to have been laid down by the 5th century Gupta Emperor, Kumaragupta I (415-455 AD). Many additional monasteries and temples were gradually constructed by his successors. Post the Gupta Empire, Harsha, the 7th century Emperor of Kannauj, is attributed to have taken important steps to maintain the University’s appeal !!

The guide further elaborated that during its zenith, the Mahavihara (University) contained up to 10,000 students and 2000 teachers !! The subjects taught ranged from Economics and Political Science to Metallurgy and Logic !! Such was Nalanda University’s aura and appeal that it saw students and scholars from Turkey, Korea, Japan, Persia, China, and Indonesia flock to its revered environs to grasp knowledge in its purest medium !!

We roamed around the campus soaking in the aura and coming across ruins of numerous hostels, temples, monasteries classrooms, and meditation halls. I even made my way inside a small room with a dark spot on the ceiling. “It used to be the kitchen”, told my guide !! “The students used to cook their meals during those days “, he further elaborated. The rice grains are still kept preserved at the Nalanda Museum, located right opposite the entrance.

I still remember the goosebumps I experienced the moment I stepped into a student’s room !! The stone bed and study temple can still be seen. There was a small circular pit at one corner of the study table, which is assumed to be an ink pot!! Standing in the middle, I could visualize the room lit with a lamp and a student engrossed in his studies !! Didn’t want to act as a hindrance to his concentration, so we decided to step out and continue with my exploration !!

“But how did it all end”, I enquired my guide. It's a question that had been burning inside me for the last few minutes. Since I started realizing the impact and the sheer importance the University held all around the world in those days. I wondered how could something of this nature could suddenly cease to exist.

I learned that the decline and the subsequent end of Nalanda University happened hand in hand with that Buddhism in those times. Since the 7th-8th century AD, the gradual rise of Hindu philosophy led to the waning of Buddhist following among the common Indian.

And the final blow came in the form of the Muslim invasion across Northern India during the 13th century. According to legends, around 1200 AD, a Muslim ruler by the name of Bakhtiyar Khilji, on his plundering spree, presumed the large University structures and the legendary Nalanda University Library to be a fort. He attacked the university and set the library on fire, gutting its believed collection of around 9 million books !!! The colossal library kept burning for months to come !!

It was evening by the time my tryst with the ancient Nalanda Mahavihara approached its highly unwanted end. As the slanting golden rays of the sun announced the fast-approaching twilight, I stood still in the middle..watching the red bricks erupt in a shade of honey glaze. Wanting to narrate the glorious stories from the past. Singing the lullabies of something mightier than power…Knowledge it is !!

[rxscss]

“𝒷𝒾𝓉𝒸𝒽 𝒷𝑒𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓂𝓎 𝓂𝑜𝓃𝑒𝓎, 𝓎'𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓈𝒽𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝓂𝑒 𝓌𝑒𝓁𝓁 𝑒𝓃𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽. 𝒷𝒾𝓉𝒸𝒽 𝒷𝑒𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓂𝓎 𝓂𝑜𝓃𝑒𝓎, 𝓅𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓈𝑒 𝒹𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝒸𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓂𝑒 𝑜𝓃 𝓂𝓎 𝒷𝓁𝓊𝒻𝒻. 𝓅𝒶𝓎 𝓂𝑒 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝑜𝓌𝑒 𝓂𝑒, 𝒷𝒶𝓁𝓁𝒾𝓃' 𝒷𝒾𝑔𝑔𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓃 𝓁𝑒𝒷𝓇𝑜𝓃. 𝒷𝒾𝓉𝒸𝒽, 𝑔𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝓂𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓂𝑜𝓃𝑒𝓎. 𝓌𝒽𝑜 𝓎'𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝓀 𝓎'𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓃' 𝑜𝓃?”

(—) ★ spotted!! georgina harsha on the cover of this week’s most recent tabloid! many say that the 27 year old looks like gigi hadid, but i don’t really see it. while  the podcaster/influencer is known for being blunt my inside sources say that they have a tendency to be nosy i swear, every time i think of them, i hear the song bitch better have my money { she/her, cisfemale} - candice

𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓴𝓼

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𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓬𝓼

name: georgina iman harsha

age: twenty seven

nicknames: georgie, daddy g

date of birth: october 3rd, 1996

astrological sign: libra

place of birth: albany, new york

occupation: podcaster/influencer.

career claim: alexandra cooper from call her daddy

label: the self-made

positive traits: blunt, empathetic, understanding, supportive

negative traits: nosy, loud, raunchy, no-filter

characters/celebrities she’s like: alexandra cooper from call her daddy,  viola from she’s the man, nicole richie, samantha jones from sex and the city

𝓫𝓲𝓸𝓰𝓻𝓪𝓹𝓱𝔂

born to omar harsha and jannette gregor-harsha in upstate, new york, there was nothing special or abnormal about georgina’s life.

she was a regular girl, the youngest of four, raised around three older brothers and with her father being the football coach of university at albany, her childhood was spent on football fields and she loved every second of it.

she was a tried and true tomboy - always wanting to roughhouse with the boys and played every sport in the book - from softball to basketball, but her true love was always soccer.

she played soccer all throughout her life and it was her father’s dream for her to play at university at albany, where all of her brothers had played before her.

but the big city was calling her and as soon as she got accepted to nyu, she was packing her bags and moving to new york city.

there, she met her roommate and best friend, and the two began getting into the most wild things together - taking on the nyc party scene, dating a plethora of athletes and truly living their best lives.

so many friends of theirs would be in shock listening to them tell the stories of the things they got into and always told them that they needed their own show and thus, ‘the call her daddy’ podcast was born.

they started out with a small following - it being about the two girls shooting the shit, using secret codenames to talk about all the boys they had been dating, giving life and romance advice to girl’s their age who wrote into the show and eventually, barstool sports caught on and signed the two to their media company.

this took the podcast to a whole other level and from 2017 to 2022, the two remained at the top - having special guests every now and then and topping the podcasts charts week after week for being blunt, batshit crazy, absolutely hilarious and relatable.

however, it all almost came crashing down last year. after the girls saw how much money they were pulling in for the network verses how much they were taking home in their paychecks, they demanded a pay raise which barstool denied and the two decided to walk, even if that meant losing everything.

but when one door closes another one opens - the girls were offered a 60 million dollar contract with spotify, were moved out to los angeles and are now living their absolute best lives.

the podcast has shifted dramatically, focusing mostly on scandalous interviews with high profile celebrities, being the only two who are able to get down to the nitty gritty details that the audience just wants to know with them and aside from their usual sex talk, have also shifted more into women empowerment and mental health topics, as well.

but deep down, georgina is still the same girl she once was - almost never catching her not in sweatpants, thirsting over athletes, every once in a while having episodes that mirror the old ones and just being a true, down to earth, real girl who has no idea what to do with the fame other than be her wild and crazy, silly self.

𝓬𝓪𝓻𝓮𝓮𝓻

podcast career

the call her daddy podcast - independent - from 2015-2017

the call her daddy podcast - presented by barstool sports - from 2017-2022

the call her daddy podcast - presented by spotify - from 2022-present