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Wednesday, March 9, 2022

Over 300 Companies Have Withdrawn from Russia - But Some Remain | Yale School of Management

March 9, 2022 Since Putin's devastating invasion of Ukraine began, over 320 companies have announced their withdrawal from Russia in protest. Nevertheless, some western companies have continued to operate in Russia undeterred; we identify several dozen companies with particularly significant exposure to Russian markets. In the days since we initially published our list, many of the "remain" companies have responded to public backlash and decided to withdraw, and we are continuously revising our list to reflect these decisions as they are made. The full, current list of companies that have curtailed operations in Russia as well as those that remain, as of March 9, can be seen below.

Saturday, March 5, 2022

On Covid-2019's U.S. Two-Year Anniversary, It's Time for Real Pandemic Prevention

Welcome to the era of pandemics. Scientists have been warning us for years that new pathogens passed from wild animals will emerge more frequently, kill more people, and wreak more havoc on our interconnected economies.

As the human population continues to grow and we destroy more of the natural world and interact with more wildlife, we put ourselves at greater risk of diseases emerging that can infect people.

"The next pandemic will come within a decade," a G20 panel concluded recently. When you look at the past 25 to 30 years, that shouldn't be a surprise. Over the past couple of decades, we've witnessed the emergence of novel diseases like HIV, Ebola, SARs, avian and swine flu, and now Covid-19. On average a new infectious disease emerges every eight months…

Wednesday, February 2, 2022

Sometimes a wild god comes to the table.


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Sometimes a wild god comes to the table
by Tom Hirons


Sometimes a wild god comes to the table
He is awkward and does not know the ways
Of porcelain, of fork and mustard and silver.
His voice makes vinegar from wine.
When the wild god arrives at the door,
You will probably fear him.
He reminds you of something dark
That you might have dreamt,
Or the secret you do not wish to be shared.
He will not ring the doorbell;
Instead he scrapes with his fingers
Leaving blood on the paintwork,
Though primroses grow
In circles round his feet.
You do not want to let him in.
You are very busy.
It is late, or early, and besides…
You cannot look at him straight
Because he makes you want to cry.
The dog barks.
The wild god smiles,
Holds out his hand.
The dog licks his wounds
And leads him inside.
The wild god stands in your kitchen.
Ivy is taking over your sideboard;
Mistletoe has moved into the lampshades
And wrens have begun to sing
An old song in the mouth of your kettle.
‘I haven’t much,’ you say
And give him the worst of your food.
He sits at the table, bleeding.
He coughs up foxes.
There are otters in his eyes.
When your wife calls down,
You close the door and
Tell her it’s fine.
You will not let her see
The strange guest at your table.
The wild god asks for whiskey
And you pour a glass for him,
Then a glass for yourself.
Three snakes are beginning to nest
In your voicebox. You cough.
Oh, limitless space.
Oh, eternal mystery.
Oh, endless cycles of death and birth.
Oh, miracle of life.
Oh, the wondrous dance of it all.
You cough again,
Expectorate the snakes and
Water down the whiskey,
Wondering how you got so old
And where your passion went.
The wild god reaches into a bag
Made of moles and nightingale-skin.
He pulls out a two-reeded pipe,
Raises an eyebrow
And all the birds begin to sing.
The fox leaps into your eyes.
Otters rush from the darkness.
The snakes pour through your body.
Your dog howls and upstairs
Your wife both exults and weeps at once.
The wild god dances with your dog.
You dance with the sparrows.
A white stag pulls up a stool
And bellows hymns to enchantments.
A pelican leaps from chair to chair.
In the distance, warriors pour from their tombs.
Ancient gold grows like grass in the fields.
Everyone dreams the words to long-forgotten songs.
The hills echo and the grey stones ring
With laughter and madness and pain.
In the middle of the dance,
The house takes off from the ground.
Clouds climb through the windows;
Lightning pounds its fists on the table.
The moon leans in through the window.
The wild god points to your side.
You are bleeding heavily.
You have been bleeding for a long time,
Possibly since you were born.
There is a bear in the wound.
‘Why did you leave me to die?’
Asks the wild god and you say:
‘I was busy surviving.
The shops were all closed;
I didn’t know how. I’m sorry.’
Listen to them:
The fox in your neck and
The snakes in your arms and
The wren and the sparrow and the deer…
The great un-nameable beasts
In your liver and your kidneys and your heart…
There is a symphony of howling.
A cacophony of dissent.
The wild god nods his head and
You wake on the floor holding a knife,
A bottle and a handful of black fur.
Your dog is asleep on the table.
Your wife is stirring, far above.
Your cheeks are wet with tears;
Your mouth aches from laughter or shouting.
A black bear is sitting by the fire.
Sometimes a wild god comes to the table.
He is awkward and does not know the ways
Of porcelain, of fork and mustard and silver.
His voice makes vinegar from wine
And brings the dead to life.

–– Tom Hirons at Coyopa - Tom's book, Sometimes a Wild God, which contains this and many other FINE examples of his wordsmithing is available via this link ---> http://shop.hedgespoken.org/products/sometimes-a-wild-god Please support artists & their work!

–– ––ART: Illustration by Janne Pitkanen & concept & photography by Harri Halme. 
From the album cover The Spirit of Ukko by Finnish metal band Kiuas.
–– Title track –  "The Spirit of Ukko."  
Lyrics ––
Greetings, we are here tonight
To bring the flames of Ukko to your hearts
On this black night the stars are aligned
These ancient fireworks play their parts
Born from the dark to light a flame
What once had died shall rise again
Winds sweep the snow, resurrecting songs of darkness
Born from the cold to light a flame within our hearts
Winds sweep the snow, resurrecting songs of darkness
Born from the cold, now it's celebration time...
... The spirit of Ukko will burn with us tonight!
Let's bring back the good old times
When the true gods used to reign the northern skies
For centuries they've been away
But the memory and spirit still remains

Videos –



Kiuas - The Spirit of Ukko (live)

Thursday, December 23, 2021

Save Santa’s Home Global Speech and Address!

 

Dear Santa Squad,

I’m writing you now for a very good reason.
I have something fun for your holiday season.
We made a short film, Mrs. Claus, the elves and I.
(We teamed up with Avaaz and gave it a try.)

This one’s for the grown ups. It’s something that’s new.
It’s about our kids’ fears, and what we can do.
You can share it with them, if that’s how you feel. 
But we wanted to tell you, in case it’s too real.

So listen up friends, while your feet take a rest,
To the Save Santa’s Home Global Speech and Address.
It’s only two minutes. It’s a very short while.
It’s funny. It’s hopeful. And it ends with a smile.

Screenshot from Santa's Speech

Wishing you all a happy and healthy holiday season!

- Santa, Mrs. Claus, and Slushie the Bear

P.S. Thanks to all of your help last year, we won our campaign to protect the Arctic National Wildlife Reserve! This is just the beginning of great things for The Santa Squad and our campaign to #SaveSantasHome and all our homes too!