What's up dude you got some time? What are you up to? I saw the status update about your new soundcloud and I gotta say music rots your brain bro gets the chemicals all unnatural back in the cave man days no one cried because there was no music or girlfriends and you would eat mammoth every day because theyre so big you cant miss with your spear and cry about it and when they invented music like singing and drumkits people started missing mammoths and getting girlfriends and writing poetry so you gotta go back to your natural state man I only bathe using bottled water necause thats stuffs from glaciers except one time I had to use Fiji and it messed up my hair texture for 4 days and I had to use tree sap to get the right stickiness back. But yeah ever since I stopped listening to music my brain chems have mellowed out and I have a very low tolerance for bird song but I really like wolf howling and cow moos since theyre just so classic you know but i cant really drink cow milk since I'm lactose intolerant after I got a minor surgery and the antibiotics destroyed my gut flora so i ate plain yogurt for half a year every day but back in the cave man days they didnt have yogurt or milk usually I think so its for the best and besides if they didnt like birds noises theyd just eat the birds, sort of like old school tiny pretzel bags you know?. But yeah music will Kill you dude at most I'll do tame impala but thats because my mom would play that at me in the womb so its sort of a primordial emotion and not really music especially on vinyl but I haven't owned a record player the last few months since I sold it to buy another pair of japanese denim jeans with that antibacterial indigo dye, recently ive only been wearing denim since I dont have to wash it since the smell of laundry detergent kinda gets me in a trance state like I swear there are like those funguses growing in some of my clothes but I think I got used to them and its kind of cute thinking that I'm warming them up but its too early to be a dad or a pet owner like thats more responsibility than anyone can handle so if the fungus dies off I'll try not to let it bother me. But don't mess with music man I swear try listening to some songs backwards you'll know what I mean, none of it will make sense

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I think these are two sides of the coin called "sex should not be such a big deal"

no! secondary sources will kill patient. she needs primary sources to live

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So in case anyone wanted more evidence of how government suppression of free speech is spreading globally, in the UK on Thursday evening (March 27th), twenty police officers broke into Westminster Quaker Meeting House in London and arrested six members of the group Youth Demand who met to discuss concerns about the climate and Gaza. The charge was apparently conspiracy to commit a public nuisance - this raid is a direct result of law changes in 2022 and 2023 designed to dramatically restrict people's ability to plan and carry out protests. In addition to breaking into the Meeting House, there have apparently been twelve related house raids and three other arrests.

This is horrifying. It is happening under an allegedly left wing government (our current PM Starmer is Labour, but that name doesn't really mean anything under his government). There is no harm caused in meeting to discuss ways to challenge the government, except to the government itself. Yet apparently, a simple meeting is enough to justify police armed with tasers and more than a dozen raids.

We are allowed to believe that change is necessary. We are allowed to discuss ways to make change happen - and across history, the most significant social changes have only been made possible thanks to protest.

Screw Labour and the UK establishment.

I want to add some more context about why this is so terrifying. The last time a Quaker Meeting House was violated like this in the UK was in the 1600s, to disrupt people who were exercising their right to freedom of religion. The state of free speech in the UK is apparently in a worse position than it has been for centuries - and certainly within living memory.

Our Meeting Houses are places of worship. They are places of peace and contemplation and it is so utterly disrespectful to break down our doors to stop people talking to each other. And I only know about this because I'm a Quaker myself, and I think it should be spread across the UK so people know how the state is actively working ageist us.

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The best "found footage mistaken for real" story was UFO Abduction/The McPherson Tape. Probably the first found footage movie as we'd recognize it - made in the late 80s - and it didn't get its due, on account of being a ultra low budget indie film, and also because before it came out, every copy was burnt in a warehouse fire.

Except somehow, copies did survive, which is how we have the film today, but before that someone lopped off the movie's credits, kept the kayfabe frame about it being a real lost video from 1983, and started selling it at UFO conventions as genuine. The director had no idea for years that his movie was being analyzed heavily by UFO experts; when he discovered this, he was able to parlay the attention into making a remake of his film for UPN (which I've yet to see but is at least higher budget).

I can see why people believed it, bc it does feel very much like an amateur home video. That less slick 80s camcorder vibe versus late 90s, and also bc it's just a bunch of normal people doing mundane things in a house with aliens occasionally intruding

lot of people are going to be sent careening three posts down their dash and crashing into a brick wall because of this post

Hey, no homo, but I am sitting on the broken swing set out back in the perfect, quiet, 2:00am blackness and picturing the softness of your voice and the darkness of your eyes with such perfect and terrible clarity that it feels like I'm choking on my own heartbeat.

Now I'm eating croutons straight out of the bag.

Still no homo ?

I'm gonna level with you, friend: I am eating these croutons gay style.

I remember the first time I read The Little Match Girl. I was about 6 or 7. It was my first time reading Hans Christian Anderson and, as a small child, my first story without a happy ending.

I remember going to my mother and demanding, through tears of sorrow and rage, (paraphrasing, but not much) what the hell kind of story was this? Little girl lives brutal, miserable life and freezes to death in the snow, how could you write something like that? How could anyone write something so unfair?

I remember very, very clearly my mother's attempt to explain.

"It's not a totally unhappy ending, she gets to go to heaven-"

"BUT SHE'S DEAD."

By the time I was a teenager, I understood the concept of tragedy and why people like it, and also that Hans Christian Anderson was Just Kinda Like That.

But I remember very, very clearly the surge of smug, delighted vindication I felt the first time I read The Hogfather, and read Death himself saying (paraphrased) "Absolutely fuck that"

Oh! Oh! Let me tell you why Andersen wrote The Little Match Girl. Honestly, I think you’ll love it.

Hans Christian Andersen wrote it--on the request of the publisher, Andreas Christian Ferdinand Flinch--in response to an illustration. Well, Flinch actually sent Andersen three illustrations to choose from, but I have no idea what the other two pics looked like.

(Photo of the woodcut drawn by Jacob Thomas Lundbye that inspired Andersen to write "Den Lille Pige Med Svovstikkerne"--literally, "The Little Girl With the Sulfur Sticks"--in late 1845. ) The woodcut had been printed once before, in 1843, in another publication (Flinch's Almanac, or House Calendar) run by the same person. The first time around, it illustrated an "article"--little more than a paragraph--called "Gjør vel, naar du giver (Do right when you give)." I don't know if Andersen was aware of this or of the article's content, but if he was, then he delivered the ultimate Take That to its author...who was probably Flinch himself.

If you want a line by line sporking of the translated article, go here. But basically, “Do right when you give” argued that broke kids who were begging (and selling matches was a cover for begging in the Victorian era) shouldn’t be given money or food, as that would simply encourage their parents to be lazy and improvident.

I don't know if Andersen was aware of this article...but if he wasn’t, then he wrote, by coincidence, a tale where everyone closes their eyes and hands to the needs of a poor child. He was extremely poor as a child, as was his mother, and he knew damned well what he was talking about.

If we interpret this story as a Take That to Flinch's article...well, it's basically showing the audience the worst possible outcome of their inaction. The little match girl freezes on the streets--but her home is so full of holes (and her parents clearly aren't earning enough to repair the damage if they are stuffing the holes with rags and straw) that she could have frozen there just as easily. She works all day at selling matches--but no one is willing to buy from her, which does neither her nor her parents any good. It certainly doesn't inspire them to work harder. And the making and selling of matches was generally a family business in the Victorian era. The match girl's mother and older siblings would probably be making the matches she sold--and incurring lasting damage to their bones and facial structure in the process. (DO NOT, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, GOOGLE "PHOSSIE JAW.") That happened to almost all people who made matches with phosphorus, i.e. mostly poor women, and the results were hideous and, eventually, fatal. The condition also severely limited their employment; businesses, then as now, had issues with illness and disfigurement.

In fact, aside from the boy who steals one of her slippers, no living person interacts with the little match girl at all. She is unimportant to the point of invisibility. No one sees her. No one even notices her presence until after her death. In the midst of all of the holiday celebrations of love and joy--which honor another impoverished child--a little girl freezes to death, because everyone else is busy with their own affairs. The story takes Flinch's argument to the logical extreme, showing what happens if someone with no food and no money isn't given any. There is no Hail Mary pass at the end, as there is for Tiny Tim, who manages to live once Scrooge reforms. Andersen provides no reassuring moments at the end. If you don't feed a child, keep her warm, or love her, you end up with a dead, unloved child. Sure, she goes to Heaven--but Earth could have been a lot kinder. All Flinch's selfish philosophy did was ensure that the little match girl died quicker...which didn't have to happen. I wonder if Flinch realized all this when he published the story.

and a shoutout to the two Māori men who travelled to Vienna in 1859, got themselves apprenticed as printers (and incidentally became accomplished ballroom dancers), and finally had an audience with Franz Josef where they charmed him so much that he sent a printing press to New Zealand….which was promptly used from 1861 to print the newspaper of the Kingitanga anti-colonial movement.

Just researched a bit- they’re names are Wiremu Toetoe and Te Hemara Rerehau Paraone and it’s quite a fascinating story.

this is insaaaane, our brains are so fucking weird

I once lived a peaceful life with simple dreams, but everything changed on October 7th, 2023, when war tore through Gaza. I had to flee my home, leaving behind everything I knew, and now I live alone in a tent made of torn fabric in southern Gaza.

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Chat, is this true?

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