#shell petroleum

[stone-cold-groove]

Illustration detail from Shell Petroleum Corporation’s New Orleans and Vicinity Road Map - 1932.

[misforgotten2]

Rainbow motor oil. The "W" stands for "Woke".

The Saturday Evening Post - October 11th 1958

[digitalposterarchive]

1946 The Ship's in the Meadow. Shell

Source: Colliers Magazine

Published at: https://digitalposterarchive.com/petroleum/shell-ad-and-poster-collection/

[gregor-samsung]

" Penso di aver già visto prima quel tipo da qualche parte. Sono proprio sicuro di aver già incontrato da qualche parte quel soldato. Oh Dio, e dove mai l’ho incontrato prima, quel soldato? Quel tipo alto con la bocca piena di denti. E dove l’ho già visto? Chiesi a Pallottola se lui lo avesse mai visto prima. Mi rispose che non l’aveva mai incontrato, dai tempi di Adamo a tutt’oggi. Così gli chiesi perché mai era venuto da noi. E perché poi ci ha portato da bere? Ed è forse proprio vero che quel tipo è quello che chiamano il nemico? «Oh, sì. Quel tipo lì è il nemico», replicò Pallottola. «Senti bene, Sozaboy, noi siamo sul fronte di guerra, okay. E sul fronte di guerra ci trovi tutti i tipi di persone. Ubriaconi, ladri, idioti, saggi e pazzi. C’è soltanto una cosa che li unisce tutti. La morte. E ogni giorno in più che riescono a vivere, si stanno prendendo gioco della morte. Quell’uomo è venuto qui per festeggiare questo fatto.» «Pallottola», dissi, «ti prego, non usare tutti questi paroloni con me. Ti prego. Cerca di dirmi una cosa che posso capire. E non perder le staffe perché ti chiedo questa piccolezza.» «No, non perdo mica le staffe», replicò Pallottola dopo un po’. «Non mi arrabbio per niente. Quello che sto dicendo è che tutti noi possiamo morire da un momento all’altro. In qualsiasi momento. Così, finché siamo vivi dobbiamo farci una bevuta. Perché, come già sai, l’uomo deve vivere.» Questo Pallottola è proprio uno sveglio. L’uomo deve vivere. Mi piace ’sta storia. L’uomo deve vivere. "

Ken Saro-Wiwa, Sozaboy. Il bambino soldato, traduzione di Roberto Piangatelli, a cura di Itala Vivan, Baldini Castoldi Dalai editore, 2009²; pp. 142-143.

[Edizione originale: Sozaboy: A Novel in Rotten English, Saros International Publishers, 1985]

[iabgunner]

I LOVE FOSSIL FUELS‼️

[monkeyssalad-blog]

1952 Shell BP ad by totallymystified

[autoapuntes]

Shell lanza en Puerto Rico la reformulada Shell V-Power NiTRO +

SAN JUAN, 25 de junio de 2024 – Toral Petroleum LLC, licenciatario y distribuidor exclusivo de los combustibles Shell en Puerto Rico, anunció hoy el lanzamiento de una nueva formulación de su combustible Shell V-Power NiTRO+, el combustible más avanzado en la historia de la marca, durante una conferencia de prensa celebrada en el Museo de Arte de Puerto Rico en Santurce. Después de cinco años de…

[summeroffire]

If we're going to save America and the rest of the world from relentless and deadly heat, wildfires, flooding, and hurricanes, we need to get off of fossil fuels NOW.

[literaryvein-reblogs]

more words for worldbuilding (pt. 2)

ANIMALS

Animal: adult, beast, buck, cat, chicken, cur, father, frog, goat, half-breed, horse, hybrid, litter, mongrel, monster, parasite, pig, stock, young

Bird: bird, chicken

Fish: aquarium, aquatic

Group of animals: drove, herd, insect, pack, stock, team

Insect: bee, grub, pest

Limb or appendage of: bill, coat, feather, fur, mop, pelt, scale, trunk, wing

Mammal: cat, dog, father, goat, hound, mother, pig

CLOTHING

Accessory: bag, belt, buckle, collar, pocketbook, purse, satchel

Clothing: apparel, array, bathing suit, cape, clothes/clothing, costume, dress, dungarees, falsies, frock, garment, girdle, gown, hat, jacket, negligee, nylons, pajamas, pants, quilt, scarf, skirt, suit, swimsuit, thing/things, trappings, underwear, veil, wash, wrap

Part: collar, crown, pocket, strand, tiara

State of dress: bareness, nudity, try on/try out, wear

FOOD & DRINK

Beverage: alcohol, coffee, drink, potable

Beverage, alcoholic: beer, liquor

Change in: curdle, turn

Food: appetizer, bite, brew, bun, casserole, condiment, cracker, diet, doughnut, feed, frosting, grub, helping, hors d’oeuvre, leftover, macaroni, meat, nosh, nurture, nutrition, pastry, produce, refreshment, seasoning, stew, subsistence, support, sweet, treat, vittles

Food part: morsel, nip, taste, tidbit

Meal: banquet, bite, buffet, diet, fare, picnic, repast, spread, table

Produced from animal: comfort food, feed, food, frosting, grub, hero, macaroni, sandwich, submarine, vittles

Produced from plant: condiment, doughnut, loaf, pastry, produce, sweet

Quality of: acerbity, baked, done, edible, mellow, nourishing, perishable, rare, ripe, salty, short, stale, strong, sweet, unappetizing, weak, wholesome

NATURAL RESOURCES

Electricity: beam, spark

Energy: electricity, fuel, nuclear energy, petroleum, power

Expression of energy: blast, bonfire, chill, concussion, discharge, fire, flash, noise, thunder

Natural event: eclipse, meteorology, weather

Resources: fuel, resource, rock, substance

PLANTS

Flower: bloom, bouquet, flower

Fruit: berry, produce

Growth or death of: bloom, bud, germinate, growth, wilt, wither

Part: bark, branch, cereal, flavoring, foliage, grain, juice, limb, nut, pod, scion, shell, stalk, trunk

Plant: algae, bramble, bush, crop, fossil, grass, harvest, hybrid, organism, produce, wreath

Tree: timber, wood/woods

Vegetable: produce

WEATHER

Object connected with: avalanche, breeze, climate, cold, dew, film, flurry, frost, gust, haze, hurricane, meteorology, moisture, puff, thunder, weather, wind

Quality of: breezy, clear, close, crisp, dismal, fair, fiercely, fine, furious, gloomy, hazy, humid, intimidating, misty, oppressive, raw, rugged, soft, stormy, sultry, temperate, thick, tranquil, turbulent, wild, wintry

Type of: blizzard, cloud, drizzle, fog, hail, mist, puff, rain, shower, tempest, torrent, tremor

NOTE

Excerpted from Roget's 21st Century Thesaurus, Updated and Expanded 3rd Edition, in Dictionary Form, edited by The Princeton Language Institute.

The above are concepts classified according to subject and usage. It not only helps writers and thinkers to organize their ideas but leads them from those very ideas to the words that can best express them.

It was, in part, created to turn an idea into a specific word. By linking together the main entries that share similar concepts, the index makes possible creative semantic connections between words in our language, stimulating thought and broadening vocabulary. Writing Resources PDFs

Source ⚜ Writing Basics & Refreshers ⚜ On Vocabulary

[saywhat-politics]

By  ANTHONY IZAGUIRREUpdated 8:08 PM MST, May 4, 2025Share

SOMERS, N.Y. (AP) — Voters in U.S. Rep. Mike Lawler’s suburban New York swing district unloaded a barrage of criticism on the Republican during a raucous town hall Sunday night, peppering him with questions around President Donald Trump’s aggressive agenda before devolving into a chaotic chorus of boos as attendees were removed by law enforcement.

The town hall in Somers, a leafy section of Lawler’s Hudson Valley district, began to teeter off the rails soon after it began.

The first crack emerged when Lawler, in his opening remarks, told the packed out prep school auditorium “This is what democracy looks like.”

Laughter crept through the crowd.

A little while later, the congressman’s mention of federal health secretary Robert F. Kennedy Jr. drew loud jeers.

“So you want, for instance, petroleum-based dyes to continue?” Lawler asked in response.

[stone-cold-groove]

Illustration detail from Shell Petroleum Corporation’s New Orleans and Vicinity Road Map - 1932.

[macgyvermedical]

The Bite of the Road

Listen. It's a The X-Files fic in 2025. I'm posting it because I am practicing the DBT skill of Opposite Action. As in I'm for some reason posting has been really hard recently and I am making myself post a thing that probably isn't perfect to show that nothing bad will happen, or if it does, that the stress it causes will be manageable and open me up to the possibility of more positive experiences.

It's whump. Mulder jumps out of a moving car, gets covered in road rash, and Scully patches him up in a motel room. If it sounds familiar about 10 years ago I wrote a very similar Avengers fic, so both the statute of limitations is up on that and you also get Two Cakes. Enjoy.

Also I'd like to say I exaggerated the interaction between these two but I really don't think I did. They're just... like that. They say each other's names that often in canon too, I promise.

There was a knock at the motel room door. At first Mulder didn't react. Not moving was the easiest thing in the world right now even if it hadn't been Scully's order.

He was lying on his right side on the bed, shirtless, hugging a pillow to keep himself in position. His left hand held his cell phone, flipped closed, exactly where Scully had put it. Down his upper arm and left side of his back were shallow furrows, like the skin had been shaved off, very slowly leaking a combination of serosanguineous fluid and frank blood which was quickly drying into a tight shell over his skin. A deep bruise was forming under the injury. The whole area felt uncomfortably hot and swollen and throbbed with each beat of his heart.

The knock came again. "Mulder, it's me."

Mulder took a breath. "Come in."

Scully opened the door with Mulder's key and walked around the bed to face him. She dropped a paper shopping bag on the bed as her eyes scanned his body, a quick refresh of the information on his health status. "The pharmacy was closed, Mulder. But I got a few things."

Mulder squinted at the clock radio on the bedside table. The glowing dial read 11:27pm. "Anything good?" He asked. Scully side eyed him.

"3 bags frozen peas, a granola bar, a corkscrew, a box of trash bags, a few bottles of water, acetaminophen, ibuprofen, a tub of petroleum jelly and the first aid kit from the car." She said, pulling out each in turn and laying them in front of Mulder.

"Such classic tools of the doctoring trade."

"We're going to have to make do, Mulder." Scully said, her voice a little disappointed. "Honestly we're lucky the gas station had more than gasoline. According to the attendant the general store we passed 40 miles ago is the closest place open that might have burn pads or bandages at this hour." She paused, letting out a breath.

"Plus it's this or drive 100 miles to the nearest emergency room." Mulder added. "You called Skinner, I take it." He said in response to her tone.

"He's on the hospital bandwagon, and I can't say I blame him." Scully said. "But I told him your preference and that I'd looked you over and miraculously nothing seemed wrong beyond the road rash."

Mulder seemed to relax at that.

"But if at any time you do want to go to the hospital-"

"I won't."

"But if you do-"

"I won't, Scully. I have so many open worker's comp cases I can't even keep track of them. I'm doing the Bureau a favor here."

Scully gave him a wry smile. "Give me your hand." She said as she tipped 4 ibuprofen tablets into the bottle's cap. Mulder held out his hand and she poured the tablets into it. She placed the bottle on the bedside table, then did the same with the acetaminophen, this time 3 tablets, and handed them to him. She went over to the sink, filled a plastic cup with water, and brought it over to him.

Mulder gingerly eased himself into a position where he could take the medications. While he did, Scully peeled a sheet off the bedside pad of paper, drew a line across the top and marked down "2330: 1000mg acetaminophen, 800mg ibuprofen." She turned back to Mulder, who had finished the pills.

Scully handed him the granola bar. "Eat that."

"I thought that was for you." Mulder said.

"It's so the ibuprofen doesn't tear a hole in your stomach." Scully said. "I ate mine on the way back." She added, pausing. "Eat it."

Mulder wasn't sure whether to believe her, but it had been a long day and he, as usual, hadn't had the chance for dinner. He took the bar.

"Do you want to let that kick in or do you want me to get started." Scully asked. Mulder seemed to struggle for a moment.

"Just do it." He said.

"Okay." Scully pulled the pillowcases off the pillows on the other bed, pulled a trash bag from the box, then walked back around behind Mulder. She tucked the trash bag under Mulder as gently as she could, then lined the area over it with pillowcases to soak up the water. She washed her hands and pulled on a pair of gloves from the first aid kit.

She grabbed one of the water bottles. Carefully, she poked a hole in the cap with the corkscrew. "This isn't going to be comfortable, Mulder, but I'm only dissolving off some of the blood, so it shouldn't hurt either. Tell me if you need me to stop."

Mulder nodded. She let water trickle from the water bottle down Mulder's back, gently loosening the blood and dirt so she could see anything embedded. Even the whole bottle of water didn't quite clean all the blood away.

She saw a few things ever so slightly embedded that didn't flush away with the pink water trickling down his back. Mulder, she thought, had been extremely lucky. But she still had some work ahead of her. Leaving his back to soak for a moment, she went back around the bed, grabbed another water bottle and a gauze sponge from the first aid kit.

"Okay, Mulder, this might hurt some, so if you do need me to stop, tell me and we can take it a little slower." Mulder nodded again.

In the interval, the blood and dirt had loosened a little more. Scully gave another pass, dribbling water down Mulder's back. "Ready?" She asked, gently placing a finger next to a tiny piece of gravel that hadn't been flushed away.

"Yes."

Scully flushed more water around the tiny rock. It didn't move. She rubbed at it with the gauze, feeling Mulder tense under her fingers. "Ahgg" Mulder groaned, his fist tightening on the pillow. The rock came loose. She let it fall to the damp, scrunched up pillowcase.

"Okay, relax, I'm going to give you a minute here." Scully instructed.

"Keep going, I'm okay." Mulder responded through gritted teeth. "The sooner this is done, the better."

"I agree, Mulder, but if you pass out on me I'm not in a great position here."

"If I pass out on you, you can work quicker." Mulder pointed out, his voice less strained now.

Scully snorted. "I take it you're ready for me to continue."

"Finally."

"Okay."

She took his back section by section, working quickly and professionally, flushing out dirt and dried blood and using gauze to remove more stubborn pieces of dirt and debris. She stopped periodically when the tension in his back made it difficult to remove small stones and pieces of debris.

It took nearly an hour of methodical cleaning and rest cycles, but eventually the back and upper arm were clean.

"I'm done with the cleaning part." She told him finally. "You did great." Mulder said nothing, but let himself go completely slack, letting out a breath in relief.

"Mulder?" Scully put her hand on the part of his arm not covered with road rash, her voice concerned.

"I'm still conscious, Scully."

"Good." Scully said. "I'm going to still have to dress the wound, but it shouldn't hurt nearly as much. I just have to make sure the bandages don't stick or we'll get to do that all over again."

She changed her gloves and pulled 4 ABD pads from the first aid kit and the tub of petroleum jelly from the other side of the bed.

Gently, Scully spread the petroleum jelly across the wounds with her finger, then taped down the ABD pads which just barely covered the wound.

"Alright, we're done. Are you still doing okay, Mulder?"

"I'm fine." Mulder shifted slightly and the tape caught at his arm. He wasn't comfortable by any stretch, but the pain in his back was certainly easing now that the medications had kicked in and the area no longer felt as tight as it used to.

"Do you feel like cold might help with pain?" Scully asked. "I got the peas in case we needed to really stop bleeding on your back to get the debris out, but honestly there wasn't a lot of blood."

"Yeah, I'll take the peas, Scully." Mulder said.

Scully laid the bags, now only partially frozen, on the ABD pads.

She collected the pillowcases and trash bag from under Mulder. They were soaked, pink from Mulder's diluted blood. She put the pillowcases in the bag and put it in the bathroom, then collected the rest of the supplies from the bed and set them by the door.

She set the alarm clock for 0530.

[digitalposterarchive]

1959 Big Squeeze makes the music better. Shell

Source: Time Magazine

Published at: https://digitalposterarchive.com/petroleum/shell-ad-and-poster-collection/

[hotvampireadjacent]

Good lord. I knew the oil industry was drenched in blood but I didn’t know that literally. Still reading opens veins of Latin America. How the oil barons keep control over Latin America and sometimes literally instigating coups and wars for their own advantage.

One specific example is the Chaco war of 1932-1935. “Huey long shook the United States on may 30,1934 with a violent speech according standard oil of New Jersey of provoking the conflict and of financing the Bolivian army so that it would appropriate the Paraguayan Chaco on its behalf. It needed the Chaco- which was also thought to be rich in petroleum- for a pipeline from Bolivia to the river. “These criminals,” Long charged, “have gone down there and hired their assassins.” At Shell’s urging, the Paraguayans marched to the slaughterhouse: advancing northward, the soldiers discovered standard oil’s perforations at the scene of the dispute. It was a quarrel between two corporations, enemies and at the same time partners within the cartel, but it was not they who shed their blood.” (Page 163)

[fatehbaz]

On April 21, Ali Hussein Julood, a 21-year-old living in the Iraqi town of Rumaila, on the outskirts of one of the world’s largest oil fields, died from leukaemia. He was told by doctors that pollution from gas flared in the nearby field, which is operated by British Petroleum (BP), had likely caused his cancer. “Gas flaring” is a low-cost procedure used by oil companies to burn off the natural gas expelled during drilling. [...] [I]t also contributes to global warming [...]. Some of the pollutants released during this process, such as benzene, are known to cause cancers and respiratory diseases. Ali, who had been battling cancer for six years when he died, was only the latest victim of the environmental degradation caused by international oil companies like BP in Iraq.

In towns and villages near the country’s vast oil fields, thousands of other men, women and children are still living under smoke-filled skies and suffering avoidable health problems because company executives insist on putting profit before lives. [...]

[A] confidential report from the Iraqi health ministry recently obtained by the BBC blamed pollution from gas flaring, among other factors, for a 20 percent rise in cancer in Basra, southern Iraq between 2015 and 2018. A second leaked document, again seen by the BBC, from the local government in Basra showed that cancer cases in the region are three times higher than figures published in the official nationwide cancer registry.

Like many other problems and crises that are devastating the lives of ordinary Iraqis today, the chain of events that led to the poisoning of southern Iraq’s skies by international oil companies also started during colonial times.

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In the early 20th century, as its navy transitioned from coal to petrol, Britain found itself in increasing need of oil to run its empire and fuel its numerous war efforts. [...] In 1912, Britain formed the Turkish Petroleum Company (TPC) with the purpose of acquiring concessions from the Ottoman Empire to explore for oil in Mesopotamia. Following World War I, it brought modern-day Iraq under its own mandate [...]. By 1930, the TPC was renamed the Iraqi Petroleum Company (IPC) and was put under the control of a consortium made up of BP, Total, Shell and several other American companies. Together, they pushed for a series of “concession agreements” with the newly formed Iraqi government which would give them exclusive control of Iraq’s oil resources on pre-defined terms for long periods. By 1938, the IPC and its various subsidiaries had already secured the right to extract and export virtually all the oil in Iraq for 75 years. These concessions were granted to the IPC and its subsidiaries while Iraq was ruled by British-installed monarchs and under de facto British control. Thus the state had almost no negotiating power against the British-led consortium [...] In 1955, the Iraqi government started to voice its desire to use the gas being flared in Rumaila and Zubair for electricity generation. In 1960, while negotiating a concession with the IPC, then-Iraqi Prime Minister Abd al-Karim Qasim formally asked the company to let Iraq exploit the gas that it was not using. The same demand came up again and again [...], but IPC and its subsidiaries repeatedly turned the Iraqi government down. [...]

Following the 2003 invasion, the Iraqi oil industry was once again privatised as a result of pressure from the US and the International Monetary Fund (IMF). As was the case in the early 20th century, any negotiations on oil extraction rights took place when Iraq was still under foreign occupation [...]. When the process of auctioning off oil fields in southern Iraq began in 2008, the Iraqi government offered foreign oil companies long contracts of up to 25 years, reminiscent of the early concessions agreements with the IPC. These included stabilisation clauses, which insulated foreign companies from legal changes that might emerge over the course of their contracts. This meant that the companies were, and continue to be, unaffected by any environmental regulations passed by the Iraqi government to reduce pollution [...].

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Looking back at the development of the oil industry in southern Iraq makes apparent that the kind of pollution that killed Ali has been in the making for some 70 years. His death – like the deaths of many others who succumbed to pollution-related cancers in his country – was not an unavoidable tragedy, but the natural consequence of a long history of colonial violence and extractive capitalism.

Predatory colonial practices that began over a century ago caused southern Iraq’s vast oil reserves to be left under the sole control of foreign companies today – companies that over and over again put profit before the lives of the Iraqi inhabitants of the lands they exploit.

Ali’s death is yet more proof that colonial violence is far from over and that it has many different faces.

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Text by: Taif Alkhudary. “Southern Iraq’s toxic skies are a colonial legacy.” Al Jazeera (English). 12 June 2023. [Some paragraph breaks/contractions added by me.]