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“Art” is a very difficult term to pin down. We use it in slang a lot…. As in Trump’s “art of the deal”. There might be some parallels….Dance is considered an art form, and the performance of various kata and such is very dance-like.

But to my mind “art” involves a communication of some emotion or concept. That would be pretty much lacking in martial arts, since even a well-performed kata series is just a demonstration of particular techniques.

Some styles have a strong “personal development” or “spiritual” component…..Most Japanese styles have a heavy dose of Zen Buddhism included. But again, that’s for the development of the practitioner….Not the observer.

I couldn’t figure out why small, straightforward tasks on my to-do list felt so impossible. The answer is both more complex and far simpler than I expected.

On female rage.

#sexual harassment

Odlaganje smrti je sve uspešniji biznis zapadnog sveta. Mladost nije dovoljno bučna, dok je starost vidna i opipljiva. Nikome se ne gleda, a svako se sa njom suočava. Produženo trajanje, to je ono u šta se sve ozbiljnije ulaže. Mladost je sve više skučena, starost zauzima neuporedivo i sve više prostora… i vremena. Oko mene niko ne umire svi samo traju!

Prijatelj došao kod mene na kavu, sjedili smo i razgovarali o životu. U nekom trenutku u razgovoru, rekao sam, " idem oprati suđe i odmah se vraćam."

Gledao me je kao da sam mu rekao da ću izgraditi svemirsku raketu. Onda mi je rekao sa divljenje, ali malo zbunjen: " Drago mi je da pomognete svojoj ženi, ja ne pomažem jer kad to učinim, moja žena me ne hvali. Prošli tjedan sam oprala pod i ne hvala."

Vratio sam se da sjedim s njim i objasnio da nisam "pomogao" svojoj ženi. Zapravo, mojoj ženi ne treba pomoć, treba joj partner. Ja sam partner kod kuće i kroz to društvo su podijeljene funkcije, ali nije "pomoć" raditi kućne poslove.

Ne pomažem ženi da očisti kuću jer i ja ovdje živim, a moram je i očistiti.

Ne pomažem ženi da kuha jer i ja želim jesti, a moram i kuhati.

Ne pomažem ženi da pere suđe nakon jela jer koristim i ta jela.

Ne pomažem svojoj ženi sa svojom djecom jer su i moja djeca a moj posao je da budem otac.

Ne pomažem ženi da pere, širi ili puta odjeću, jer je i odjeća moja i moja djeca.

Kod kuće nisam od pomoći, dio sam kuće. A što se tiče hvale, pitao sam prijatelja kada je to bio zadnji put nakon što mu je žena završila sa čišćenjem kuće, pranje odjeće, mijenja plahte, kupanje svoje djece, kuhanje, organizaciju itd. Rekao si hvala

Ali hvala ti od tipa: Vau, dušo!!! Fantastična si!!!

Da li vam se to čini apsurdno? Da li izgledaš čudno? Kad ste, jednom u životu, očistila pod, očekivali ste u najmanju ruku, nagradu izvrsnosti s velikom slavom... Zašto? Nikad nisi razmišljao o tome, prijatelju?

Možda zato što je za tebe macho kultura pokazala da je sve njen posao.

Možda su vas učili da se sve ovo mora učiniti bez da morate pomaknuti prstom? Onda je hvalite kako ste htjeli da vas se hvali, na isti način, sa istim intenzitet. Pomozi joj, ponaša se kao pravi suputnik, a ne kao gost koji dolazi samo jesti, spavati, kupati se i zadovoljiti potrebe... Osjećam se kao kod kuće. U njegovoj kući.

Prava promjena našeg društva počinje u našim domovima, dopustite nam da naučimo naše sinove i kćeri pravi osjećaj zajedništva! U redu.

Psi laju, karavani prolaze

Francis Fukuyama at the beginning of that same decade. An “end of history” that wanted to signify the achievement of the highest degree of progress for humanity, but which also outlined a historical time where rampant capitalism had fully imposed itself as world economic dogma and in which the human sense of spiritual alienation was exasperated, in favor of a total acceptance of the consumeristic aspect of post-modern existence as the only possible way of life.

NOTE: - You will know if you learned a "Technique", if your teacher makes you do 1 thing a hundred times (and not 20 things a few times) - You will know if you can Groove, if you go to a Black (Latino) Party in the Hood, and you dance with some one, and they don't walk away. - You will know if you have solid foundation, if you throw down in a cipher, contest, or corner, and an OG/OT approaches YOU! (out of the blue) and says "you got down" - You will know if you are teaching your students correctly, when a beat drops at an event, party, or walking down the street, and they immediately start catching a groove (not a step or move) when no one is watching. - You will know if a dancer's swag is real, when the same 2 step they do before battle, matches the 2 step they do on the dance floor. - You will know if your dance is solid, when you can rock with an open drink in your hand, and never spill a drop. - You will know you are REALLY free-styling/beat freaking/doing musicality, when you rock a beat you NEVER HEARD BEFORE, and still catch the bells and whistles. - You will know when you reached your pinnacle in dance, when you rock for 30 years plus, and you are still hungry to learn

It is a phrase from McKenzie Wark that I read in one of his essays and sounds more or less like this: the work of art should not be a mimetic description of the aesthetic experience of everyday life, but rather tend towards the reconstruction of everyday life and to describe a relationship in a figurative way, creating an image of what already surrounds us but which we are not able to bring into focus.

People confuse desire with expectation. Desire, means "I want to." Expectation, means "I have to." Desire is about being in the moment and taking action. Expectation is about future-thinking and emotional investment in an outcome, which typically deters us from starting.

Now is the time to make those radical changes and present them as the new me to people who didn’t know the old. I leave the ghost behind. When I told her yesterday she slammed the door.

What if the keyboard was no longer the primary tool for writing? What if you could peel away your stress and anxiety? What if the working class no longer had hands? What if there was an archive of touch? What if you could download a hug? In digital technologies every touch is recorded, logged, and immortalized as meta-data. A touch is no longer only bodily and ephemeral but also mediated and archival. We are touched not only by other humans, but also by non-human actors such as microbes, electric signals, or sounds. The Logged Touch presents a series of scenarios that imagine new developments around touching and being touched.

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