Enikő Katalin Eged (Hungarian, b. 1992, Budapest, Hungary) - Angry Chili Kitten and Angry Chili Spices, 2022, Paintings: Digital Art
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Enikő Katalin Eged (Hungarian, b. 1992, Budapest, Hungary) - Angry Chili Kitten and Angry Chili Spices, 2022, Paintings: Digital Art
sometimes i sit in my bed in awe that a girl 5,000 years ago sat in her house with her perfume, hair oils, decorations on the wall, etc.
where will we be in 5,000 years? how will they make perfumes? what oils will they be using for their hair? what things will they be putting on their walls? will they ever think about me?
Happy birthday, Antonio Gramsci! (January 22, 1891)
A founder of the Communist Party of Italy, Antonio Gramsci was born on the island of Sardinia and was educated at the University of Turin, where he became interested in Marxist theory and joined the Socialist Party. Though initially a councilist, Gramsci became convinced that a revolutionary vanguard party was needed, and founded the CPI alongside Amadeo Bordiga and Palmiro Togliatti. Gramsci was also involved with Arditi del Popolo, an early antifascist grouping. He was imprisoned by the Fascist government, and he would remain imprisoned until his death in 1937. While in prison, he continued to write even as his health deteriorated, and he made a number of contributions to Marxist theory. Most enduringly, Gramsci articulated the idea of hegemony, the process by which the ruling class cements control of the culture through ideological means.
"The crisis consists precisely in the fact that the old is dying and the new cannot be born; in this interregnum a great variety of morbid symptoms appear."
anyways... desire and ignorance lie at the root of suffering
I need $5000 and an iced coffee
"He saw that he was like everyone else: that is, that he was no one, or little more than an unintelligible cacophony, persisting in time and wearing out in space."
-Jorge Luis Borge The Nothingness of Personality
"An infinite time has run its course before my birth; what was I throughout all that time? Metaphysically, the answer might perhaps be: I was always I; that is, all who during that time said I, were in fact I."
-Jorges Luis Borges translating Shopenhauer
The Nothingness of Personality
i've always felt that i was never all that close with the rest of my family, but it really hit me when i heard from my oldest sister that my dad feels like he doesn't even know me.
it hit like a ton of bricks and i couldn't even go into work the next day. i know it's kind of stupid and really not that big of a deal. i mean, i never really care about him all that much unless i get drunk or see the pictures my older sister takes with him.
and when she tells me that he really does care for me...or when my brother told me that my dad is "proud of me." for what? for not bothering him? what could he possibly be proud of?
I've always loved the idea of blogging, but I don't want anyone to ever see it. and almost every blog site has overwhelmingly become ad space.
I just want a little place to talk to myself. to publish my thoughts on what I'm currently reading, how much I hate where I'm currently working, the one guy who is always looking at electric guitars for sale at my office, waking up early on the weekends and grabbing an energy drink just to go for a walk around the park in my neighborhood, getting way too sentimental about people walking their dogs and playing with their kids, album reviews, movie recommendations, just stupid stuff I need to get off my chest.
the biggest thing is that I just don't want anyone to see it. I want it to be for me.
there is nothing more disappointing than going to the only gay bar in town and there being an ungodly amount of these non-practicing bisexuals!
“Our strategy should be not only to confront empire, but to lay siege to it. To deprive it of oxygen. To shame it. To mock it. With our art, our music, our literature, our stubbornness, our joy, our brilliance, our sheer relentlessness—and our ability to tell our own stories. Stories that are different from the ones we’re being brainwashed to believe. The corporate revolution will collapse if we refuse to buy what they are selling—their ideas, their version of history, their wars, their weapons, their notion of inevitability. Remember this: We be many and they be few. They need us more than we need them. Another world is not only possible, she is on her way. On quiet day, I can hear her breathing.”
— Arundhati Roy, World Social Forum, Porto Alegre, Brazil (via lehaaz)
Amarcord, 1973
Stroking my bush thoughtfully
me when one of my girlmutuals posts about how they got a little coffee beverage or took a nice walk or started a book they've been meaning to read for a while or otherwise found meaning and joy in simple pleasures
why do I think he is bi well firstly I know and perceive the truth