#university of alaska

[americanredragger]

Alaska Gov. Mike Dunleavy appoints figure behind illegal loyalty-pledge scheme to university board - Alaska Public Media

"Tuckerman Babcock" sounds like a made up Republican from a children's story about how corrupt Republicans are.

But no, the man exists.

[jayjuno]

A.I. art on posters on campus at UAA. Saw these in the commons building today.

How can you tell when art is made with AI (artificial intelligence)? Well, there are usually extra fingers, extra pieces of hair and clothing, melting hair, smudge tool effect, and clothing that doesn't finish wrapping around a limb. The shading also doesn't make sense and doesn't have a consistent source of lighting. Body parts either don't line up or seem to just be pasted on. Hair strands go in a different direction than they're supposed to. Things like that.

[without-ado]

NASA's sounding rocket launches into Alaskan Aurora l Nov. 2023

[reportwire]

An ocean first: Underwater drone tracks CO2 in Alaska gulf

An ocean first: Underwater drone tracks CO2 in Alaska gulf

SEWARD, Alaska (AP) — In the cold, choppy waters of Alaska’s Resurrection Bay, all eyes were on the gray water, looking for one thing only. It wasn’t a spout from humpback whales that power through this scenic fjord, or a sea otter lazing on its back, munching a king crab. Instead, everyone aboard the Nanuq, a University of Alaska Fairbanks research vessel, was looking where a 5-foot (1.52-meter)…

[kirain]

What's your favorite scene from an animal-centric movie?

The scene where Balto accepts who he is.

[alwaysbewoke]

[wildwithlight]

[snehadarkacademia]

If people were rain , I was drizzle and she was a hurricane

- looking for Alaska, John Green

[fentonphoto]

Sunrise at University Lake. @travelalaska-blog @dailyearthporn

[aquatic-dusk]

everyone listen up this is my new favorite ship the r/v sikuliaq it is so cool holy shit

[petsincollections]

Woman seated on donkey, Nome, Alaska, between 1898 and 1900

Hester (Wilhelm) Photographs

University of Washington Libraries Digital Collections

[alecsalamander]

Wendy does the dishes.

It takes multiple attempts for him to put them away after, cabinets opened and closed until he finds the correct one. The kitchen has always been Cat’s room more than it’s ever been anyone else’s, ordered and reordered to suit his whims. The first try gets him cereal and spices. The second, plates. He dries the stack at his elbow and places them gently, slowly, so there’s barely even a click of ceramic to break the silence in the house. One, he counts along with his breaths, two, thr—

There are only two plates, and it’s a brief misstep in his routine that leaves him confused, frustrated even; someone, he knows it isn’t him, has left a dirty dish in the living room. Another moment, a blink, and then he remembers.

There are only two plates because there are only two of them left now.

The tile of the counter is cool against his forearms, and then his forehead, as he leans against it. It doesn’t help. He’s unstable and untethered. He’s never been in an earthquake but he thinks they must feel like this – like the ground is moving but he is not. Like the ceiling might come falling down on him. Like he might fall through the earth itself.

Like he would be okay with it.

There are two clean plates in the cupboard and two dirty glasses in the sink, and he knows if he doesn’t do them now there will be no one to do them in the morning.

He goes to bed instead.

— — —

Wendy wakes up to too many missed calls, but only one that stands out: Frederic Bishop, the screen reads. He wasn’t even sure he knew his cell number; he’s certainly never called it before. There’s a seventeen second voicemail.

“Wednesday,” his father begins, and then, “Wendy.” He’s never used any form of nickname when speaking to him before now. “It’s Paí. I just wanted to say…… well…… you should call if you need something, yala?” It’s ten words more than Wendy can recall his father speaking to him directly in just about ten years. “Take care, son.” It ends awkwardly, like he’s realized what he’s said and hung up suddenly, but the important thing is that he’s called.

Wendy deletes the message. Today is not a day to be thinking of fathers.

— — —

The kitchen is still clean when he wakes up. The dirty glasses are still in the sink. The curtains over the counter are closed. The lights are off. There’s no music playing, no chatter, no chaos of breakfast mess. It’s a Saturday, and Saturdays mean family breakfasts.

Saturdays have been pancake morning for over fourteen years now.

Neither of them eat pancakes.

— — —

He finds Cat in the laundry room, folding the clothes from the dryer; his cell phone is pressed between his shoulder and ear, body curling around the conversation like he’s trying to protect himself. Wendy knows he’s talking to his mother just from the way he holds his breath, suffocating the anger that always stalks his every thought of her.

He also knows, just from the simple fact that they’re speaking, which of them initiated the call.

“Do you ever—“ There’s a brittle, fragile sharpness to his voice, like he might cry if only he could convince himself he still remembers how to, and his fingers worry and twist into the loose knit of the sweater he’s holding. It doesn’t matter anymore, being delicate with her clothes. The phone almost tumbles from its perch, and he inhales, brittle and fragile. “When does it stop?” He doesn’t elaborate what it is, but Wendy knows.

There’s only one thing Cat could need his mother’s advice on.

Whatever Stefania answers, it’s obvious she doesn’t understand; Cat is a language all his own, and she’s twenty-five years out of practice. Cat drops the phone, and wipes his eyes.

“It doesn’t,” Wendy takes the shirt from his shaking grasp and replaces it with the cup of coffee he’d made for himself – it doesn’t matter anymore. “It doesn’t stop.”

— — —

There are two dirty glasses in the sink.

Wendy leaves them there.

It doesn’t matter anymore.

[sitting-on-me-bum]

Pickering's Triangle image taken with the Mayall 4-meter Telescope

A wide-field image of Pickering's Triangle taken with the U.S. National Science Foundation's Mayall 4-meter Telescope at Kitt Peak National Observatory. Pickering's Triangle is part of the Cygnus Loop supernova remnant.

Credit: T.A. Rector/University of Alaska Anchorage, H. Schweiker/WIYN and NOIRLab/NSF/AURA (Available under Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International)

[northernexposureonly]

JOSHUA BRAND: We always say that we wanted to create Alaska as a state of mind, a place where people could recreate themselves in a nonjudgmental universe.

(via 10 Wild Facts About Northern Exposure)

[artificialgrinder]

Drag or Die: Part Four

After getting Alyssa and co out of their safe space and to the prison, Katya is back in the game. She's got a mission to tend to - avenge Trixie. But Adore just has to cause trouble, doesn't she?

Chapters

[1] // [2] // [3] // [4] // [5] // [6] // [7] // [8]