she was asking for possible medical backgrounds and even though manny is storage manager she immediately recognized the hatred in him for refusing to communicate w Them... that's beautiful
carol reading about genly and estraven forging a connection out on the ice, freezing, starving, exhausted, yet happier than they've ever been... while she watches zosia indulge in one of the many luxuries their vacation has afforded them, never even turning to acknowledge her. and even when they move from beach to snow, she doesn't get to feel it like she did with helen. it's all warm and comfortable and she wants for nothing.
which is why it's so so much colder by that fire than it ever would have been inside that tent.
We are inside, the two of us, in shelter, at rest, at the center of all things. Outside, as always, lies the great darkness, the cold, death's solitude. In such fortunate moments as I fall asleep I know beyond doubt what the real center of my own life is, that time which is past and lost and yet is permanent, the enduring moment, the heart of warmth.
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I certainly wasn't happy. Happiness has to do with reason, and only reason earns it. What I was given was the thing you can't earn, and can't keep, and often don't even recognize at the time; I mean joy.
she is orchids. a gentle hand on her back. a 2008 birthday dinner. unreviewed reader feedback notes. a brand new birdhouse in the garage. a grumpy frog figurine. the smell of cigarettes. an account on the official rick steves forum. three books on the bedside table, read simultaneously. a hand to hold. a suitcase, still packed. every song at an indigo girls concert in provincetown. a response from the author under a goodreads review. a pair of keys. hiking gear. a joke on the answering machine. julia child's the art of french cooking. an unfinished diet pepsi. a motion sensor in the liquor cabinet. long, dangly earrings. a quilt. a shoulder to lean on. the brisk air and soft blankets in a norwegian ice hotel. an unfinished copy of finnegan's wake. an unfinished manuscript of bitter chrysalis. cotton candy. the second tooth brush. an unboxed massage gun. a red stone with her name on it. a forehead to kiss. an unchecked box next to "guggenheim bilbao". the first clap and a thumbs up after a book reading. the left side of the bed. bunny ears. a grave the size of a dance floor in the backyard
When I first watched Pluribus episode 4, I thought the papers Manousos had on his desk in front of his HAM radio were storage-office-related forms. But after taking a closer look and doing some digging on worldradiohistory.com, I found a document that's very similar to the one used in the show :
(Full-sized pdf here)
"Thousands of tiny experimental stations through-out the world operated by « amateurs, » offer opportunities for tuning-in real short-wave thrills."
It turns out it’s actually a short-wave station list in English, Spanish and French, with names of countries, cities, callsigns, frequencies, etc... Talking about how to tune in to radios all around the globe, it could hint at Manousos’s desire for human connection, but it also evokes the way Hive members communicate with each other throughout the world :
CAROL : It is… the loneliest sound in the world.
*Train horn blowing*
CAROL : How do you do that?
ZOSIA : Something to do with the body’s electromagnetic field. Our natural electric charge, so to speak. You have one too, just unused.
CAROL : So… like radio?
ZOSIA : Sort of. But radio transmission is like talking. It’s conscious. Our communication is unconscious. Homeostatic. Like breathing.
What I find particularly interesting about this paper is that… it’s actually from the 40's ! If we look close enough at some screenshots and do some inferring, we can see that in the column near the right edge, Vietnam is still called « Fr[ench]. Indo china » (State of Vietnam from 7/1/1949 according to pg 297 of the Shortwave Listener's Handbook), and Ho Chi Minh city is still called « Saigon ».
The station list from 1940 linked in this post is not a 100% match with the one seen in the show, but is likely a different version with slight variations, maybe from another year. A similar version from 1945 can be found on Ebay.
How did Manousos end up with a paper from the 40’s ? Or was it only used by the show creators because it included a Spanish translation, and is not supposed to be this old in canon?
Even older than his Maid of Honor kitchen alarm from the 60’s, this document might be the most vintage of his possessions yet. Adding to the list of other antiquated objects he owns, along with his old car, his watch from 1975, and his Kenwood TS 940S HAM radio.
Thank you so much for this bit of info! I never would have figured out what that was. I intially assumed it was some kind of form for his business.
I think him surrounding himself with old stuff is deliberate.
It may be that he's the type of guy who refuses to throw old stuff away because he finds it 'wasteful.' But it's probably also a special interest of his, and he has a fondness for analogue things. Even his car is from the 60s, which would have been before he was born. He has three radios. The small one he took with him on the road, the big Ham Radio in his office and the one next to his bed.
I have a feeling he sees all these things as friends because he's so isolated from people.
Yes, I was wondering what to make of his « collecting retro objects » pattern, and these are interesting new angles !
At first, I wondered if it was maybe symbolically tied to him being so against the Joining, and was meant to evoke to the viewer that he was adverse to change. Or, if maybe all these old objects used to belong to one person and he couldn’t bring himself to throw them away after they disappeared. Or maybe him surrounding himself with objects holding memories from the past parallels the way the Hive tries to appeals to Carol’s nostalgia by recalling old souvenirs ?
"Remember your trip to The Inn at Little Washington, fall of 1998? They served that pepper bacon you still talk about. We flew it in for you. And your favorite crispy brioche from Les Crayères."
Pluribus episode 2.
"It’s the exact meal you had at that B and B you stayed at in Provincetown. 2012? Remember? You were there to see the Indigo Girls. You were very complimentary of the chef that morning. It really stuck with her."
Pluribus episode 3.
"CAROL : This place. This place… was my escape. I was devastated when it… it… Wait, it burned down. You rebuilt it? From… Wait. From nothing? From an empty lot?
ZOSIA : We did.
CAROL : God, I miss those days. Working all night, so I could write all morning, and then… I mean, those were the best days."
Pluribus episode 8.
What you said about his isolation also reminds me that there’s also this theme of abandonment relevant to his character and makes me think about what Carlos Manuel Vesga said about his backstory :
Migrating means leaving stuff behind and losing stuff, so I think that probably makes Manousos somebody who knows about loss, who knows about strife and hardship, and so this time around, he says, “Hell no. Not again. I know about severing my roots somewhere and losing my world.”
Is it because he suffered loss when he left Colombia and had to leave stuff behind, that he now doesn’t want lose anything else by separating from objects from the past ?
I also guess that him continuing to use all this old technology means he knows how to maintain it and repair it as well (which would fit with the tools we see in the bedroom in his house), because you’d think it'd break down with the years.
Also, I think he may actually have up to 5 radios! If we brighten a screenshot of the desk/drawer where he kept his maps, we see that there’s also one that’s been taken apart. And I think that what looks like a walky-talky near his HAM radio is actually a Motorola MT1000 handheld radio ! Looks like it’s a HAM radio amateur thing to have handheld ones as well ?
a really really really underrated feeling in learning a different language is when you start to hear words. as in it's no longer a string of sounds, you can parse through where words start and stop as you're hearing them. even words that you don't know what they mean yet but you can distinctly hear it as a whole word
For anyone unfamiliar with Paulo Freire's Pedagogy of the Oppressed, the entire thesis is that traditional educational models promote oppression by removing students' agency in their own learning. Freire argues that currently education functions as a "banking model" - teachers are the holders of knowledge, and students are empty vessels, waiting to have that knowledge put into their heads like a piggy bank. This reinforces a passive attitude towards information, not seeking and understanding it on your own terms, but waiting for a "banker" to deposit it into your head.
Instead, Freire proposes that teachers and students act as co-creators of knowledge, where students become active participants in their own learning through questions and dialogue. Teachers are also open to changing their understanding of topics in the process of critical dialogue - the goal is not "student learns Fact A and memorizes it as presented," but instead the goal is the knowledge itself, discovered collaboratively by teacher and student, who are acting with empathy and respect towards each other. This also starts the process of the oppressed being able and empowered to question structures of power, take agency, and actively participate in the transformation of society.
So, the irony of writing an AI essay on critical pedagogy is actually insane; because it's essentially the extrapolated endpoint of Freire's arguments that our current educational system creates passive receptacles who not only can't think critically in an educational context, but also become the perfect citizens for a world that doesn't want us questioning structures of power, to view those in power as we viewed our teachers - deliverers of indisputable facts that must be memorized and regurgitated because they command it, and not co-creators of true understanding.