Tell’em brother Hank
The anthropologists decided that this tribe was to remain “uncontacted”.
This is one of the best things iv seen today
Happy 67th birthday Arnold, you beautiful bastard
How to Be Vegan in Prison
I am a vegan. Nineteen years deep into a lifelong commitment to avoid eating anything from an animal. In following this moral code I have found myself at protests turned riots, donning cow costumes at meat processing conventions, and creeping into slaughterhouses in complete darkness to film the inhumane treatment of animals. When I was arrested in 1998 and faced “Animal Enterprise Terrorism Act” (AETA) charges that could have put me in prison for 82 years, I chose an underground life over a potential life sentence. I became a fugitive on the run from the FBI until 2005, when I was arrested and sentenced to two years in prison for releasing thousands of minks from fur farms.
While living on the lam I put as much effort into vegan dining as the FBI did into catching me. I ate seitan marinated in sesame ginger sauce and roasted red pepper hummus on sprouted grain pizza crust. I double-fisted dried strawberries and malted carob balls, drank rice shakes every morning and sipped kombucha every night. Agave nectar was my table sugar, and organic carrot-juice my wine.
Once I was thrown into a prison cell, this comfortable reality instantly evaporated. Three times a day, the slot on my cell door opened, delivering trays piled with every variety of animal flesh and byproduct. The trace amounts of iceberg lettuce barely pushed my caloric intake into the double digits. I launched a nightly letter-writing campaign, targeting anyone with influence. Everyone from the prison captain, to the kitchen manager, to Congressperson Barbara Boxer received my letters. My demands were simple: No meat, dairy, or eggs. In this one-sided negotiation process, leverage was in short supply.
After two years and seven prisons, I learned a thing or three about how to get meat-free food in prison.
Key & Peele: Flicker
This is my favorite sketch of the season, and by far the one I spent the most time on in post-production, trying to get the timing of the edit and the music just right. One of the things I love about Keegan & Jordan is the way they heighten situations, and how they can take a simple joke to such ridiculous places in the writing, then have the acting chops to back it up. When I direct comedy I try to keep everything in a scene as grounded in an appropriate reality as possible, so the chance to make something so stupid be as self-important as this was, well, it’s the kind of thing I love making the most (see also Il Gatto). I know that because it’s a six minute sketch, it’s not exactly internet-friendly, but if you have a little free time, I’d love you to give it a watch, preferably in fullscreen and at a relatively loud volume.
McLean Hospital researchers are reporting that xenon gas, used in humans for anesthesia and diagnostic imaging, has the potential to be a treatment for post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD) and other memory-related disorders.
“In our study, we found that xenon gas has the capability of reducing memories of traumatic events,” said Edward G. Meloni, PhD, assistant psychologist at McLean Hospital and an assistant professor of Psychiatry at Harvard Medical School. “It’s an exciting breakthrough, as this has the potential to be a new treatment for individuals suffering from PTSD.”
Edward G. Meloni, Timothy E. Gillis, Jasmine Manoukian, Marc J. Kaufman. Xenon Impairs Reconsolidation of Fear Memories in a Rat Model of Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD). PLoS ONE, 2014; 9 (8): e106189 DOI: 10.1371/journal.pone.0106189