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ohsalome · 10 months
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The University of Cambridge is among almost a dozen UK universities accused of helping to develop Iran’s weapons including “suicide drones”.
At least 11 British universities are involved, with staff producing at least 16 studies with potential Iranian military applications.
Key pieces of research have been conducted by academics at the University of Cambridge, Imperial College London, the University of Glasgow, Cranfield University and Northumbria University.
In one project, funded by Tehran, researchers in the UK worked to improve drone engines by boosting their altitude, speed and range. Another British university worked with Iranian researchers to test new controls for jet engines to increase their “manoeuvrability and response time” in military applications.
“It is quite possible these collaborations are assisting in the gender apartheid within Iran, and its hostile interference and violence across the Middle East or even helping to massacre civilians in Ukraine,” she added.
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astroxbunny · 6 months
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As a student, here is some things I have learned
~Sometimes you’ll fall behind with classwork. THAT’S OKAY! Nobody expects you to give 100% of your effort 100% of the time!
~It’s easy to make friends, it’s hard to keep them (get their Snapchat! Message them every once in a while)
~More students actually wear hoodies and jeans opposed to designer clothes and dresses. The main thing is that you need to be comfortable!
~If you think there isn’t a support system, there is. It doesn’t matter what you need (academic help, mental health help, financial help), there’s always someone there to make sure you don’t slip through the cracks
~Your lecturers are on YOUR SIDE! Remember, they want you to pass (it looks better on their record :P). If you need help, just ask! If you don’t feel comfortable to ask, email them!
~Food is expensive! If you have the privilege of living at home, bring food with you. It’s much more affordable than eating out or eating from places near a huge student population
(many of these points are for myself to read back on but I hope I can help someone else with this experience)
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knife-em0ji · 1 year
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Maybe I’m just biased but as an american living in Europe who goes back once or twice a year it always hits me how much more personality Americans tend to dress with when compared to northern/western europeans. Adults tend to dress in solid monotones with sleek lines and teens look like they just stepped out of gen z tik tok with fake American collegiate wear added for spice. Like this isn’t bad necessarily it’s just so blandly on trend that I don’t get a sense of who anybody is or what their personal style is just by looking at them. The sense of relief I felt stepping off the plane in the Denver airport seeing the diversity of styles from full cowboy to crunchy backpacker to athleisure couture to Dude Stuck In 2004 to married butch lesbians is ASTOUNDING.
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The Princess of Wales + Table Tennis
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p-redux · 1 year
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Can you tell me a little bit about the Muslim girl and the German girl? I'm confused.
Literally, what I already said. But here's a few more details. Someone sent an Anon Ask a little while ago saying Sam is dating a Muslim girl. They didn't offer anything else. No details, no proof, nothing else.
A different Anon Ask told me Sam is not dating any of the women we may have thought, like Karina, Emily, etc, but that he was a young blonde in Glasgow/Edinburgh. They shared part of her name. I was able to find her and then did a deep dive (something I don't normally do, but no one else was bringing me this info, so I searched on my own).
When I did the deep dive, I found out the Anon's info wasn't totally accurate. Yes, the girl is a college student. But she's not living in Scotland permanently, she's a German study abroad student...and she had posted recent pics kissing another guy aka her boyfriend aka not Sam. She is GORGEOUS, so I could see how the Anon thought Sam would go for her. And she and Sam did coincide at an event in Glasgow, BUT I ruled her out as dating Sam since she is dating someone else. She's now living in London. With this one, also NO proof of ever having dated Sam.
Hope that answers your questions, Anon.
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larrylimericks · 2 years
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11Jun22
Zouis Edition A Zouis exchange left us gassed: A like on Zayn’s high note was cast! And Lou’s mind was blown When Away From Home Sold 17K out mad fast!
Greenbluey Edition Yet more green and blue has us balking. Lou wrapped in green S’s?! We’re squawking. While H made a show Of blue in Glasgow … But maybe that’s just the mold talking.
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xtruss · 2 months
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Free Speech Group Slams University ‘Microaggression’ Policies
“Questioning” or “Denying” Racism is Considered an Offense at Several Institutions, Activists have Claimed
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A group of free speech activists has accused UK Universities of “an overt attack on intellectual freedom,” after it was reported that phrases such as “the most qualified person should get the job” are considered racist “microaggressions” by some institutions.
In a report published last week, the Committee for Academic Freedom (CAF) said that at least five universities “have published guides, training courses, and statements on microaggressions which undermine freedom of expression and academic freedom.”
Imperial College London, for example, considers statements such as “I believe the most qualified person should get the job” and “men and women have equal opportunities for achievement” to be racist or sexist. To the University of Glasgow, any statements “which assert that race does not play a role in life successes” are classed as microaggressions, while “questioning an individual’s lived experience” is a transgression at the University of Edinburgh.
Imperial College and the University of Glasgow both list “denial” of prejudice as a microaggression.
“By campaigning against ‘questioning’ and ‘denial’ these universities are advocating an uncritical acceptance of statements in the various, undefined areas that their microaggression guides refer to,” the CAF wrote. “This is an overt attack on intellectual freedom.”
“Microaggression” is a relatively modern buzzword popular on the liberal left. It was defined in 2019 by Harvard psychologist Dr. Derald Sue as “everyday verbal, non-verbal and environmental slights, snubs or insults, whether intentional or unintentional, which communicate hostile, derogatory or negative messages to target persons based solely upon their marginalized group membership.”
The term has since spread beyond college campuses and into the corporate world, with employees in media, finance, and commerce often lectured on the topic by so-called ‘Diversity, Inclusion, and Equity’ trainers. The concept of “microaggressions” has also been taught in multiple US government departments under President Joe Biden, including to spies at the National Security Agency (NSA).
In the US and the UK, some universities have gone beyond simply listing examples of microaggressions and advising against their use. Cambridge University launched a website in 2021 allowing students and staff to report each other for such offenses as “backhanded compliments” and “misgendering” transgender people. In 2018, a student at the University of Virginia who questioned a professor’s lecture on microaggressions was ordered to undergo a psychiatric evaluation before returning to class.
— RT | Monday February 26, 2024
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alanjamesblack · 6 months
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Model: Douglas Liddle.
Metering and Exposure task
the images have one stop take off after the first camera correct exposure.
Taken on a black backdrop. The top image in correct in exposure so the camera histogram tells me. but the middle works better for me the skin colour and background looks better in my opinion.
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marothro · 7 months
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Langside College
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cottoncandysex · 7 months
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I can’t use the app because somebody’s trying to log it down again like they are often trying to do . I don’t know why I am doing some of the work. I have done because I have donated so much charity to a country that tries to kill people and
I don’t have time for your daughters
they need to be killed
Jealousy
Another thing I noticed is that western Kentucky university is trying to suck everything they can from me even though it’s my work
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kaldavis1994 · 1 year
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nostalgiauk · 1 year
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NOSTALGIA UK
The “Shaikh” (1994)
A small group of us were the "special" ones, selected for Scotland to pursue what was then the Scottish International Foundation Programme (SIFP) instead of the usual A Level. First thing next morning after London we were put on another flight to Glasgow. I vividly remember being told that a "Shaikh" would be waiting for us at the college. My first memory of Scotland centers around this. 
As our coach from the Glasgow airport arrived at the Langside College, our school for the next 9 months, I saw a young man, small in stature, standing by the parking area. As soon as the bus came to halt, he stepped onboard welcoming us. If my memory serves me right, his first question was "How many are you guys?" to which we replied 8. That was Shaikh Mohd Saifuddeen, today Dr. Shaikh Mohd Saifuddeen.
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tomaszghnd2c · 2 years
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easylifeinuk · 2 years
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scottishgames · 2 years
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Dr Amanda Ford Wins Games Academic Award
Congratulations to Dr Amanda Ford, from West College Glasgow, who won the Games Academic Award (FE) at the Grads in Games Awards 2022.
Congratulations to the entirely excellent Dr Amanda Ford, the games lecturer at West College Glasgow, on winning the Games Academic of the Year category at the Grads in Games Awards 2022. Amanda fought off competition from across the whole of the UK, having been nominated alongside academics from other colleges in England and Wales in the further education (FE) category. Amanda Ford – West…
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Two Phantoms
Pairing: Simon Riley x Female Reader
Summary: Simon sees a familiar face that doesn’t recognize him back. Kid!fic warning for those who do not enjoy them. 
Warning: nothing explicit but vague descriptions of violence, sex, and PTSD.
Word count: 1.2k
Authors note: This is purely a word vomit i did last night at 2am while thinking about Simon not being recognized by certain members of the 141 since they dont know what he actually looks like (ignoring the MW2 canon where he shows his face to them all) but i hope you enjoy nonetheless!
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     There’s a struggle in the shift. Going from being Lieutenant of the 141 to being a civilian. From hunting down arms dealers through rain forests and balmy deserts while ignoring the pain in his body and ringing in his ears at the gunfire around him to stepping off of a plane at the Manchester airport and hailing a taxi. To go from a masked monster to a man who hails a taxi in the pouring rain and ignores the driver’s attempt at conversation, shoulders curling in so he can fit his bulk into the backseat with his bag on his lap.
     Going from Ghost to what remains of Simon Riley. 
     There’s no reason to wear a mask in public anymore. Nobody knows him. The spot he’s picked an apartment in is empty of those who remember little Simon and his brother Tommy, nor the tragedy that befell the family. They only know the man who doesn’t speak and only stays in his own apartment every few months but offers his neighbors a terse nod each time he catches their gaze in the hall. 
     If anything a mask would draw more attention to him in public. Nobody bats an eye at the tall man with dark eyes in the fruit aisle of the supermarket.
     Which is why when you see your Lieutenant in public you walk right by him without a second glance in his direction while he remains frozen in place. He isn’t sure why it's shocking to him. You get leave just the same as him. You have a home to return to, a life outside of the blood and shit of the missions where you take his orders with ease, where you leave your fatigues to wear a comfortable pair of jeans and a hoodie with a bleach stain on the back.
       Simon hasn’t seen it before. He knows it exists. That you exist outside of the 141, outside of him. A place where you don’t follow his command in the heat of gunfire and slip into his cot the night after when neither of you can sleep to find solace in each others arms and the marks he leaves on you. 
     But now he’s witnessed it with his own two eyes. In the form of two boxes of pancake mix in your shopping trolley and the sleeping baby in your arms as you try to decide between orange juice brands.
     “Quality is going to shit everywhere, isn’t it bubs?” 
     Simon is staring. He knows it but can’t look away. 
     It’s a duality he knows everybody has. He’s aware that Johnny goes home to Glasgow to visit his brother and gaggle of nieces and nephews that no doubt shriek with joy and hang of his arms every time he visits, asking a myriad of questions that the man answers with patience and kindness one only reserves for children. He knows that Gaz goes home to a small apartment and a girl two semesters away from getting her masters in psychology that Simon doesn’t know the name of but can tell from the way he tries to hide his smile that she’s important to him. Price goes back to an office where he goes over reports and budget plans in a chair that makes his back ache and knees pop every time he stands from it before driving to a house that was once filled with the raucous that can only be made by 15 year old boys that have since graduated college and only call him when its Christmas or his birthday. 
     It’s different to see. To set his eyes on the little curls on your child's head (is it your child? Maybe you're babysitting, a godchild perhaps? Nephew? He knows you aren’t married. There’s an absence of a wedding band nor the tan line that would come from the removal of one in all the years he’s known you.) and to witness the same hand he’s seen sink KA-Bar into the chest of an enemy move up and down, up and down on the little ones back while their fingers curled and uncurled into the fabric of your hoodie like a cat kneading a pillow. 
     Logic knocks in the back of his head when he realizes time has passed since he first saw you. And that if you didn’t recognize him then you definitely won’t recognize him when you turn around and realize he’s been staring at you and your baby without moving for a solid seven minutes in the middle of the juice aisle. 
     Just as his foot shifts to turn and pull him away from this peek into your life that he didn't know existed,  the little one in your arm stirs. A soft whine curls in the back of their throat as their chubby face scrunches up and eyes crack open to latch onto the man watching them back. 
     You still haven’t noticed him. You're far too busy swaying from side to side to keep the baby in your arms calm and checking a carton of eggs for cracks to see the man behind you that is now locked into what feels like a staring contest with an infant. 
     “It’s alright Sam.” Your voice, even when talking to a baby, has a dry clip to it that he knows so well. The same curl in ‘sir’ when he’s pissed you off and the rasp of your laugh at a dingey bar under Soap’s arm. “I’m almost done, okay? Then we can go back home and take a nice long nap.” 
     Sam babbles behind his pacifier and wiggles in your arms. 
     “Yeah, you and me both, little man.” 
     Brown eyes stare into his own from over your shoulder without shame or abandon. 
     He looks like you. 
     But even without your fatigues and your weapon, you’re still a soldier. They all are. 
     You feel it, his eyes on you like a soft tug in the back of your head. Your sister calls it paranoia, her husband says PTSD. 
     You aren’t sure which is better. But when you turn around you see a man standing behind you, an empty basket in his hand and sad eyes sinking into your form. 
     Sam whines. 
     You can feel the thread of recognition between your fingertips as you look at him if only for a moment, a split second of staring into his eyes and grasping for some memory from high school or perhaps a date years passed that never turned into a second because you were overseas, just barely able to feel the fraying strings in your hand before its gone. 
     “Sorry-” 
     Your sister says you get stuck in your own head too much anyways. 
     “-Didn’t mean to block the aisle.” 
     He should say something. Some small reassurance that it’s no problem or he didn’t mind waiting, but he just nods his head once and watches as the woman he’s been through hell with walks away from him without a flicker of realization of who you're talking to. 
     Sam watches him over your shoulder and raises one little hand out toward him, before wiggling it back and forth in goodbye. 
     Simon waves back as you turn into the cleaning aisle and vanish from his line of sight. 
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