TavIrish Minister for DefenceRegistered Userregular
the b in jordan b peterson stands for benzos
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AtomikaLive fast and get fucked or whateverRegistered Userregular
I saw the other day someone say the idea of colleges as an outlet for a diverse range of opinions is like grocery stores being an outlet for a diverse range of expiring produce
Don't talk to me like that EM, I'm gatekeeping this conversation until you've finally read Adorno
and if you've read Adorno recently without my knowledge or permission I'm adding Debord to the list
whenever i think about reading really heady bullshit i remember this
On the Birth of a Son
BY SU TUNG-PO
TRANSLATED BY ARTHUR WALEY
Families when a child is born
Hope it will turn out intelligent.
I, through intelligence
Having wrecked my whole life,
Only hope that the baby will prove
Ignorant and stupid.
Then he'll be happy all his days
And grow into a cabinet minister.
I had assumed this poem was contemporary, but upon looking it up learned that this dude was 11th century
omg what a hero
MrMister on
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AthenorBattle Hardened OptimistThe Skies of HiigaraRegistered Userregular
AthenorBattle Hardened OptimistThe Skies of HiigaraRegistered Userregular
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That was unexpected and pleasant!
After the work emergency died down (someone bumped a fiber optic cable, no big deal), I sat down to play Smash Bros, fully anticipating buying the fighter pass.
Only to discover I already had! So I didn't have to do anything! Min Min!!!!
... hits like a TRUCK for the record. That slow-ass wrecking ball just murders bad AI.
I touched on this a lil in the BLM thread but I fucking despise the "Western Traditionalist" fetishism that's become the new front in fash propaganda
Jordan Peterson, Western_Trad, Sargon of Akkad, Cernovich, and all the tendrils of TPUSA
It's just such an openly disingenuous movement, one that very frankly just lies and moralizes (in the stale guise of rationalism and "objectivity") about various philosophical, aesthetic, historical, lit-critical, you-name-it-aspects of the culture industry. They are so openly dishonest about their premises; so smug and condescending, so total in their complete desecration of their own fucking made-up "western culture" (these people conflate the values and aesthetics of late-medieval German architecture with French impressionism with Neoclassicalism with x with y with z)
The whole fucking right wing is so intellectually bankrupt and they think they're fucking geniuses
I mean I guess they are in the sense that they're making boatloads of money off the grift
a fascist movement constructing a false tradition out of a pastiche of half-remembered and occasionally fabricated vignettes about the past?
well who has ever heard of such a thing
every person who doesn't like an acquired taste always seems to think everyone who likes it is faking it. it should be an official fallacy.
The level of ignorance and misinformation necessary to promote this kind of thinking is so profound on so many levels and in so many different fields that you could teach a course on how stupid this tweet is
The best reply to this is just a photo of a hideous identical single family homes in a suburban subdivision.
Thousands of hot, local singles are waiting to play at bubbulon.com.
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AtomikaLive fast and get fucked or whateverRegistered Userregular
The level of ignorance and misinformation necessary to promote this kind of thinking is so profound on so many levels and in so many different fields that you could teach a course on how stupid this tweet is
The best reply to this is just a photo of a hideous identical single family homes in a suburban subdivision.
With the stone only on the front façade and siding everywhere else
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ChanusHarbinger of the Spicy Rooster ApocalypseThe Flames of a Thousand Collapsed StarsRegistered Userregular
my parents moved into a new subdivision recently and they were one of the first people to buy but apparently there are all these rules like your floor plan and color scheme can't be the same as a lot next to yours and only a certain number could choose the faux brick facade and it's just all nonsense
AtomikaLive fast and get fucked or whateverRegistered Userregular
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Donkey KongPutting Nintendo out of business with AI nipsRegistered Userregular
China's seas of gigantic identical housing structures are because they had to throw up like 100 buildings at once in like zero time to accommodate millions of workers shifting around for a planned economy that was booming. There literally wasn't time to make it pretty because their economy was growing so fast.
That "leftwing" architecture photo is more like economic stretchmarks than anything else. You'd think they'd fetishize it if anything.
Thousands of hot, local singles are waiting to play at bubbulon.com.
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ChanusHarbinger of the Spicy Rooster ApocalypseThe Flames of a Thousand Collapsed StarsRegistered Userregular
The key subplot is the drab uniformity of Brezhnev-era public architecture. This setting is explained in a humorous animated prologue, in which architects are overruled by politicians and red tape (director and animator - Vitaliy Peskov). As a result, the identical, functional but unimaginative multistory apartment buildings found their way into every city, town, and suburb across the former Soviet Union. These buildings are completely uniform in every detail including the door key of each apartment.[1]
Following their annual tradition, a group of friends meet at a banya (a traditional public "sauna" bath) in Moscow to celebrate New Year's Eve. The friends all get very drunk toasting the upcoming marriage of the central male character, Zhenya Lukashin (Andrei Myagkov) to Galya (Olga Naumenko). After the bath, one of the friends, Pavlik (Aleksandr Shirvindt), has to catch a plane to Leningrad. Zhenya, on the other hand, is supposed to go home to celebrate New Year's Eve with his fiancée. Both Zhenya and Pavlik pass out. The remaining friends cannot remember which person from their group is supposed to catch the plane -thus they mistakenly send Zhenya on the plane instead of Pavlik.
Zhenya spends the entire flight sleeping on the shoulder of his annoyed seatmate, played by the director himself (Ryazanov) in a brief comedic cameo appearance. The seatmate helps Zhenya get off the plane in Leningrad. Zhenya wakes up in the Leningrad airport, believing he is still in Moscow. He stumbles into a taxi and, still quite drunk, gives the driver his address. It turns out that in Leningrad there is a street with the same name (3rd Builders' street), with a building at his address which looks exactly like Zhenya's. The key fits in the door of the apartment with the same number (as alluded to in the introductory narration, "...building standard apartments with standard locks"). Inside, even the furniture is nearly identical to that of Zhenya's apartment. Zhenya is too drunk to notice any minor differences, and goes to sleep.
Later, the real tenant, Nadya Shevelyova (Barbara Brylska), arrives home to find a strange man sleeping in her bed. To make matters worse, Nadya’s fiancé, Ippolit (Yuri Yakovlev), arrives before Nadya can convince Zhenya to get up and leave. Ippolit becomes furious, refuses to believe Zhenya and Nadya's explanations, and storms out. Zhenya leaves to get back to Moscow but circumstances make him return repeatedly. Nadya wants to get rid of him as soon as possible, but there are no flights to Moscow until the next morning. Additionally, Zhenya tries repeatedly to call Moscow and explain to Galya what has happened. Eventually, he does contact her, but she is furious and hangs up on his call. Ippolit also calls Nadya's apartment and hears Zhenya answer. Although Zhenya is trying to be available to receive potential calls from Galya, Ippolit also refuses to accept the truth of the situation. It seems more and more clear that Zhenya and Nadya are the only two people who understand the night's circumstances.
Thus, Zhenya and Nadya are compelled to spend New Year's Eve together. At first, they continue to treat each other with animosity, but gradually their behaviour softens and the two fall in love. In the morning, they feel that everything that has happened to them was a delusion, and they make the difficult decision to part. With a heavy heart, Zhenya returns to Moscow. Meanwhile, Nadya reconsiders everything and, deciding that she might have let her chance at happiness slip away, takes a plane to Moscow to find Zhenya. She has no difficulty finding him as their addresses are the same.
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AtomikaLive fast and get fucked or whateverRegistered Userregular
Don't talk to me like that EM, I'm gatekeeping this conversation until you've finally read Adorno
and if you've read Adorno recently without my knowledge or permission I'm adding Debord to the list
whenever i think about reading really heady bullshit i remember this
On the Birth of a Son
BY SU TUNG-PO
TRANSLATED BY ARTHUR WALEY
Families when a child is born
Hope it will turn out intelligent.
I, through intelligence
Having wrecked my whole life,
Only hope that the baby will prove
Ignorant and stupid.
Then he'll be happy all his days
And grow into a cabinet minister.
I had assumed this poem was contemporary, but upon looking it up learned that this dude was 11th century
omg what a hero
both chinese and japanese poetry traditions are filled with takedowns of the government dating back hundreds of years
it fucking rules
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AtomikaLive fast and get fucked or whateverRegistered Userregular
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I had assumed this poem was contemporary, but upon looking it up learned that this dude was 11th century
omg what a hero
After the work emergency died down (someone bumped a fiber optic cable, no big deal), I sat down to play Smash Bros, fully anticipating buying the fighter pass.
Only to discover I already had! So I didn't have to do anything! Min Min!!!!
... hits like a TRUCK for the record. That slow-ass wrecking ball just murders bad AI.
So it continues...
a fascist movement constructing a false tradition out of a pastiche of half-remembered and occasionally fabricated vignettes about the past?
well who has ever heard of such a thing
the "no true scotch man" fallacy.
It's called the Wicker Man
the "no true scotch man" fallacy.
The best reply to this is just a photo of a hideous identical single family homes in a suburban subdivision.
With the stone only on the front façade and siding everywhere else
That "leftwing" architecture photo is more like economic stretchmarks than anything else. You'd think they'd fetishize it if anything.
my garage looks like this so her front porch can look like this
I like this ironically because the original McDs were pretty minimalist
... Vanilla made it large.
Holy shit do I love that dress and that hair!
Ain't dropping no eaves around here, no sir.
It’s super common in middle-class neighborhoods around Dallas. Or the slightly more pricey, “irregular stone façade with ordinary brick sides.”
How are the schools?
both chinese and japanese poetry traditions are filled with takedowns of the government dating back hundreds of years
it fucking rules
Private, Christian, and unaccredited.
*Squint* What porch?
Writing shit about new snow
for the rich
is not art.
Multiple serving windows
No indoor seating
Walk or drive up only
Tell that to the dead, coke-riddled body of Thomas Kinkade
nice quarantine haiku (don't talk to me about the number 17)
This is incredible
dare i?
[finnish for dare i?]
Jackson Crawford has started putting up a series on learning Old Norse up on his channel.
and the gengars who are guiding me" -- W.S. Merwin
Wait, isn't that second one an old pizza hut?
The Monster Baru Cormorant - Seth Dickinson
Steam: Korvalain