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Edited for Bevis to understand A visual metaphor is an image that the viewer is meant to understand as a symbol for something else. Visual metaphors can be obvious, subtle, funny, or scathing, but they form a nexus of imagery that artists have used across the centuries to help communicate information without words.

Wife bought some fancy heritage pork chops so we had the grilled peaches with them .It ended up being a good combo. Will try the grilled peach salad next week. Thanks. I love food/music/movie etc posts better then politics

Gutterboy and his butt buddy squissy are bottom feeders

My wife always told my kids to take meteorology in college because of missed forecasts . Anyway let’s check google’s AI on the missed forecast. The warning fatigue in particular hits home with me. We moved to Florida and was told by people living down here that we needed a weather radio for hurricanes etc. A few weeks after we bought one it was unplugged because of the warnings going off all the time , one time 3am . The alarm is loud like a home fire alarm. FFS. In the aftermath of a severe storm in Texas, questions have arisen regarding the accuracy of weather forecasts and whether forecasters missed or underestimated the event . Here's a breakdown of the key factors and perspectives: Unprecedented Rainfall: The storm involved an intense, stalled weather system that dumped a massive amount of rain in a short period, leading to rapid and extreme flash flooding, particularly in the Texas Hill Country. Forecasting Challenges: Pinpointing Location and Intensity: While forecasters may recognize the potential for heavy rainfall, precisely predicting the exact location where the heaviest rain will fall and how intense it will be remains a significant challenge. Rapid Intensification:Hurricanes and other severe storms can intensify rapidly, making it difficult for forecasters to keep pace with evolving conditions. Chaotic Nature of the Atmosphere: The atmosphere is a chaotic system, and small changes in initial conditions can lead to large variations in weather forecasts. Potential Impact of Staffing Cuts: Some suggest that cuts to the National Weather Service (NWS) under the previous administration may have hampered forecasting capacity. However, the NWS maintains that even with staffing challenges, timely warnings were issued ahead of the floods. Warning Fatigue: In areas prone to frequent flash flooding, residents may experience "warning fatigue," potentially leading to a diminished response to weather alerts. Limitations of Technology:Current forecasting technology may not be able to precisely predict events like this, where a cluster of thunderstorms stalls and delivers such extreme rainfall. In summary: While the NWS reportedly issued warnings for the Texas storm, the event's severity and rapid development highlight inherent challenges in weather forecasting, particularly when dealing with unprecedented rainfall and flash flooding. Some point to staffing cuts at the NWS as a potential factor, while the agency emphasizes the unpredictable nature of such extreme weather events.

That little freak of hers , Tico ,needs to be deported

I don’t give a rats azz about her. Dailykoss is

He’s raising his kids Catholic

I know nothing about her other than what I read on her twitter account. You linked dailykos, nothing normal about that. She might fit right in with the purple haired lady , the guy who thinks Guam could flip and the whackadoodle guy with the pimp cane who always wants Trump impeached

Remember the Halliburton Hurricane machine causing Katrina

So much wrong here. First off you link dailykos which makes me suspicious , second the next link from rolling stone is behind a paywall. Third she’s kind of hot… so the big headline kerfuffle seems to be about her take on cloudseeding , geoengineering. Kind of a misleading headline

Not enough, make it bigger

When does Donald J Trump get blamed for western North Carolina

You’re a garbage person. A horrible human. The cuts take effect Q1 2026

its sure is and by god I’ll vote for it again

@The Real timschochet will benefit

They’re broken people

What was the intent?

Zohran Mamdani said identifying himself as African American would be ‘misleading’ on campaign trail — just months before Columbia bombshell By Published July 4, 2025, 9:37 a.m. ET Democratic socialist New York City mayoral front-runner Zohran Mamdani once admitted that identifying himself as African American would be “misleading” — despite him ticking that as his race on his Columbia University application. Newly resurfaced video captured the 33-year-old making the acknowledgment as he was sprayed with questions on the campaign trial about his heritage. “I’m an Indian, Ugandan, New Yorker,” Mamdani told black performance artist Crackhead Barney when she approached him on the street in April Asked if he would claim African American status, the socialist insisted: “No I would not.” “I’m proud to be Ugandan but I think that is misleading,” he said. The clip resurfaced and started spreading on social media soon after the New York Times reported on Thursday that he’d checked both “Asian” and “Black or African American” on his application to the Ivy League university when he was a high school senior in 2009. Mamdani, who was born in Uganda, told the outlet he doesn’t identify as either race but rather “an American who was born in Africa.”

Happy Independence Day

Mexican kids are shooting fireworks below

Getting peaches tomorrow and will give this a try Sunday thanks

No idea what this is but it sounds good

Olympic Tranny boxing. Let’s keep this thread on the up & up without personal attacks.

Oh hell yes.

'Cycling is the perfect sport for transvestites' Summarize Grayson Perry British artist Grayson Perry regularly competed in races during the 1990s. Photograph: Teri Pengilley/Guardian Mountain biking has been a dusty thread running through my life. It has helped keep me sane and thin enough to fit into 15-year-old dresses. I never feel more alive than when I slip out of the studio late on a sunny weekday afternoon, zip out through north-east London and hit Epping Forest dirt just as rush hour begins behind me. It may not be the Alps or even the Lakes but I enter a world where all that matters is the twisting trail, my burning thighs and riding as fast as possible over bumps. A big part of sport for me is the benefit for mental health. Nothing combats feeling depressed or anxious like a good hard workout. Mountain biking takes me out of my studio, out of my head and into my body and the countryside. Haring down a hillside leaves no time to ponder. You live in the moment, you focus on not crashing. It is a little-known fact that I invented the mountain bike when I was 14 in 1974, in the back of a biology exercise book. Like a lot of my mates, I liked to ride my stripped-down road bike fitted with speedway-style handlebars through the Essex woods, over bumps and bomb holes. Riding a bicycle wasn’t a sport to me then. My stepfather and mother made home a place of brooding violence and frightening hysterical outbursts of shouting and screaming. My bike got me out of the house and away from my dysfunctional family. In the summer a few friends and I would pedal to the nearest patch of lumpy ground and dare each other to roll down steep banks or leap off mounds, pretending to be Evel Knievel jumping over buses. These off-road excursions inevitably led to violent equipment malfunction so I used to doodle bikes designed to withstand the rigours of off-road fun. What I drew were hybrids between a bicycle and a motocross bike and, 40 years later, you can buy one complete with sophisticated suspension and fat knobbly tyres. I didn’t get the credit for inventing the mountain bike because I never went on to build one – unlike the pioneers of the sport, who around the same time were holding downhill bicycle races on a dirt road on Mount Tamalpais, just over the Golden Gate Bridge from San Francisco. By the time early mountain bikes were available in Britain, I was heavily into skateboarding. This was how I got my adrenaline kicks for a decade or so from 1977, until falling off on to concrete started to hurt too much. Mountain biking, by contrast, seemed a relatively safe way to keep fit in comparison. And by the late 80s, mountain bikes were everywhere in Britain – in fact, they had saved cycling. I was quickly drawn from tootling through Epping Forest into the organised sport, and participated in my first cross-country mountain bike race in 1992. I clearly remember the immediate visceral thrill of being nakedly competitive (as opposed to covert rivalries with fellow artists; who did the best in that auction? How many people went to see his show?). Passing my first fellow racer I almost joyfully shouted, “Eat my dirt, loser!” I soon became obsessed and the racing gave me a goal to train hard. One year, I took on an online coach to tailor my training. I wanted to find out just how fit and fast I could get, which turned out to be fairly quick. I even won a couple of local races. I was doing two or three-hour sessions four times a week. I would take my heart rate first thing every morning and record it on a graph, and bore on about anaerobic thresholds and fartlek training. There is a popular idea that artists are not supposed to be sporty and so this only added to the attraction for me; like pottery, sport was, well, a bit naff. Racing also gave me an insight into a different subculture, clean-cut men eyeing each other at the start – how lean is he? Should I grid up in front of him, will he hold me up? After the race, a glorious rush of endorphins, sweaty dusty men, all high on natural chemicals, comparing notes and battle scars. In the race, no one knew me as an artist – I was just the bloke who came fifth.