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I slap the following text into nearly every photo description:

"Vegan FAQ! :)
The Web Site the Meat Industry Doesn't Want You to See.
Please watch Earthlings."

... because I find those sites important and awesome. They do not necessarily reflect the views of the poor rider / movie star / sea gull in the picture, but very much those of Ratexla, the allmighty photographer. MUAHAHAHA!

If you would like to use any photo outside your own computer or wall, please - at least CREDIT me (as "Ratexla" or "Josefine Stenudd") (or whomever I say the photographer is) and do your very best to make a LINK to my sets ( www.flickr.com/photos/72616463@N00/sets ) or to the photo you used. Otherwise, you are a pathologically lazy asshole.

I like to know what my pictures get up to, so if you tell me how you used them, I'll appreciate it.

Larger versions are usually available on request.

I'm trying to cut down on my Internet usage, so I don't check my Flickr mail / comments / email every day; please be patient. :) And don't use spam-scented subject lines like "Hello".

I now have 8 photos on GETTY IMAGES! :D I'm happy as fuck about this. If anyone buys my shit in the future, that'd be nice too. :)
PS. They literally never sell. o_O

From "Unweaving the rainbow" by Richard Dawkins:

"Imagine a spaceship full of sleeping explorers, deep-frozen would-be colonists of some distant world. Perhaps the ship is on a forlorn mission to save the species before an unstoppable comet, like the one that killed the dinosaurs, hits the home planet. The voyagers go into the deep-freeze soberly reckoning the odds against their spaceship's ever chancing upon a planet friendly to life. If one in a million planets is suitable at best, and it takes centuries to travel from each star to the next, the spaceship is pathetically unlikely to find a tolerable, let alone safe, haven for its sleeping cargo.

But imagine that the ship's robot pilot turns out to be unthinkably lucky. After millions of years the ship does find a planet capable of sustaining life: a planet of equable temperature, bathed in warm starshine, refreshed by oxygen and water. The passengers, Rip van Winkles, wake stumbling into the light. After a million years of sleep, here is a whole new fertile globe, a lush planet of warm pastures, sparkling streams and waterfalls, a world bountiful with creatures, darting through alien green felicity. Our travellers walk entranced, stupefied, unable to believe their unaccustomed senses or their luck.

As I said, the story asks for too much luck; it would never happen. And yet, isn't that what has happened to each one of us? We have woken after hundreds of millions of years asleep, defying astronomical odds. Admittedly we didn't arrive by spaceship, we arrived by being born, and we didn't burst conscious into the world but accumulated awareness gradually through babyhood. The fact that we slowly apprehend our world, rather than suddenly discover it, should not subtract from its wonder.

Of course I am playing tricks with the idea of luck, putting the cart before the horse. It is no accident that our kind of life finds itself on a planet whose temperature, rainfall and everything else are exactly right. If the planet were suitable for another kind of life, it is that other kind of life that would have evolved here. But we as individuals are still hugely blessed. Privileged, and not just privileged to enjoy our planet. More, we are granted the opportunity to understand why our eyes are open, and why they see what they do, in the short time before they close for ever. /.../

After sleeping through a hundred million centuries we have finally opened our eyes on a sumptuous planet, sparkling with colour, bountiful with life. Within decades we must close our eyes again. Isn't it a noble, an enlightened way of spending our brief time in the sun, to work at understanding the universe and how we have come to wake up in it? This is how I answer when I am asked -- as I am surprisingly often -- why I bother to get up in the mornings. To put it the other way round, isn't it sad to go to your grave without ever wondering why you were born? Who, with such a thought, would not spring from bed, eager to resume discovering the world and rejoicing to be a part of it?"

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Josefine Stenudd
April 2006
Uppsala, Sweden
I am:
Female and Single
Veterinary nursing student. Antinatalist. Shit disturber. Biologist in a bulging can.
Vegan FAQ! :)