Face of tattooed mummified princess finally revealed after 2,500 years

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"Taxidermy expert uses painstaking techniques to create first ever replica of the ice maiden found preserved in the Siberian high altitude plateau.

The first replica face has been created of the famous tattooed Siberian princess found mummified and preserved after almost 2,500 years in permafrost. A Swiss expert has used special taxidermy techniques to build an accurate reconstruction of the ice maiden who was uncovered by archaeologists in 1993.

Known as Princess Ukok, after the high altitude plateau on which she was discovered, her body was decorated in the best-preserved, and most elaborate, ancient art ever found. While her discovery was exciting, particularly given how intact her remains were, her face and neck skin had deteriorated, with no real clue as to what she once looked like.

However, now her face has been revealed to the world for the first time following the work by Swiss taxidermist Marcel Nyffenegger."


What It’s Like To Lose Your Home To Gentrification

This young man's story below is so moving. This is how I feel walking around the Mission these days... just a feeling of being displaced and forgotten. There were so many great rock clubs there. I remember going to the Firehouse and seeing some great bands. I myself played at the Chatterbox, and later when it became The Chameleon.

I lived at 14th and Guerrero and another house on Natoma for awhile. I've always loved the Mission. 

It was so diverse and extreme and there was an amazing artistic community. It was packed with painters, dancers, writers and musicians... and authentic Mexican restaurants. Truly amazing and affordable food. The first time I went to La Cumbre on Valencia and 16th was in 1986. Glad they are still there.

But back in the 80's, it was also a neighborhood you didn't go to alone because it was so dangerous. In the late 80's I was caught in a riot at Mission at 15th and feared for my life. It's unbelievable to go to that same corner now and see what's happened to this neighborhood.


Living in San Francisco Means . .

I'm moving out of San Francisco this Monday. I'm excited about the future, but also in shock to leave my beloved town. I've lived in San Francisco since 1981 and I've seen so much happen here, but nothing like I've witnessed in the last few years. This town has been overtaken by big business and the rich, as most larger cities are today. I've watched the most recent mayors of San Francisco - Willie Brown, Gavin Newsom and now Ed Lee - sell this city to the highest bidder. The fabric of SF has been forever changed and I really mourn the town I used to know. I'll be posting more personal stories and pictures once I get settled but for now....

Check out this excellent commentary by Broke-Ass Stuart: Link

"Living in San Francisco means being torn apart. It means having people you love get evicted. Seeing cultural institutions replaced by trendy cocktail bars. Moving to this city for a job in technology and getting vilified for being the reason for higher rents, even though you can barely afford your own. Reading the news and getting sick to your stomach because the elderly and the mentally disabled and the working class and the creative class keep getting “displaced,” which is a euphemism for “thrown out of their homes in the name of greed.” It means reading the news and being enraged that a 98-year-old lady is getting evicted. It means reading the news and worrying about when you’re going to get evicted yourself."

Art by John Stich

"Living in San Francisco means knowing that local politics are completely crooked. It means knowing that Willie Brown still runs this town, even though he hasn’t been mayor since 2004. Well, he and Rose Pak, anyway. It means knowing Ron Conway and Reid Hoffman are trying to buy this town, and that Ed Lee is giving it to them. Knowing that the David Chiu’s backroom deals with Airbnb were shady. Worrying that SF isn’t as progressive as it used to be. Worrying that all the new people who moved here won’t vote or care about local issues. Worrying that “San Francisco” will no longer represent an ideal but will now just be a place. It means crying into your keyboard when you heard the San Francisco Bay Guardian had shut down.

Living in San Francisco means thinking that jaywalking while smoking a joint and drinking a beer in front of a cop is totally normal. It means seeing a men’s knitting circle in a café in the Castro and thinking it is totally normal. Seeing Deep ride by on his trike blaring Prince and thinking it’s totally normal. Seeing people walking around dressed in bondage gear and thinking it’s totally normal. Seeing people wearing strange costumes at any hour of the day on any day of the year and thinking it’s totally normal. It means seeing 13 people sleeping on the sidewalk during your walk to work and, unfortunately, thinking that’s totally normal too."

by Broke-Ass Stuart