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[loveridden1999]

top 3 hobbies for young adults:

1. borrowing misery from future

2. carrying grief of the past

3. agonizing over the present

[notaplaceofhonour]

Was going to add this to a post I saw (the gist being a rebuttal of antizionist “separating Jews from Israel” talking points), but the app refreshed when I came back and now I can’t find the original post lol

A lot of people seem to not grasp that just because things are “different” or conceptually distinct doesn’t mean they’re entirely separate or inherently unrelated, where any relation between them is entirely arbitrary & artificial.

Are there distinctions between Jews, the state of Israel, and the land of Israel? Yes. But the overlap and relationship between these things has so much overlap that you cannot honestly fully separate them.

If I had to visualize it as a Venn diagram, it might look something like this.

Eretz Yisrael is incredibly important to Jewish history & Jewish religion, and half of all Jews reside there, as citizens of Medinat Yisrael (where most of its population is Jews, and the makeup of its government reflects that), which represents the most substantial embodiment of Am Yisrael’s political autonomy at present or in the last two millennia—which is very clearly necessary with the amount of violence Jews face—and whose borders encompass most of Eretz Yisrael.

The historical boundaries of the land of Israel are not 1-for-1 with the modern state of Israel’s borders; there are plenty of Israelis who aren’t Jews, including in the government; there are Jews living in the diaspora; some of them do not care for the state of Israel at all. So yes, these three things are different ideas. But that doesn’t change the fact that they are still tightly related in every direction, and the exceptions are statistical outliers, not normative..

It’s not that we are “conflating” these things; it’s that they are inherently blended concepts with inherent heavy overlap.

[borderepisteme-deactivated20260]

“Who among us has not, by chance, looked in the mirror and felt surprised? For a fraction of a second we see ourselves as an object to be looked at. Some might call this narcissism, but I would call it: the joy of being. The joy of finding in our external face echoes of our internal face: ah, so it's true, I didn’t just imagine myself, I actually exist.”

Clarice Lispector, Too Much Life

[azspot]

“Twentieth-century fascism was based on the idea of a better future society, so much so that socialism was originally present in both Mussolini’s and Hitler’s convictions. In contrast, 21st-century fascism is dystopian and apocalyptic, and thus the Antichrist is not only communism and socialism; it is also democracy itself and the kind of coexistence it promotes, leading to the stagnation of technological progress, which is the only path to redemption. The politics of hatred that sustains civil war knows no political adversaries; it knows only enemies to be eliminated.”

— The Fascism of the Antichrist: From Mussolini’s Political Religion to Peter Thiel’s Apocalyptic Silicon Valley

[lmaonade]

there is always some fucking laundry and dust and some other shit

[mephistopheles]

being single sucks [remembers that romantic love isnt the gleaming beacon of salvation that will fix the chasm within me] #mychasm #isupportmychasm [remembers not to trivialize my emotions] but it is painful to never have been deemed worthy of that kind of lasting love [remembers how many incels there are] but honestly you should be totally self-sufficient and never want anything ever [remembers that im evil] im evil

[rustingbridges]

I like to fuck around and waste time for at least ~6-10 hours per day, and let me tell you, that really puts some pressure on your schedule. you have no idea how busy I am

[anaxerneas]

(We easily forget how much a notation, a form of expression, may mean to us, and that changing it isn't always as easy as it often is in mathematics or in the sciences. A change of clothes or of names may mean very little and it may mean a great deal.)

...we find that there is puzzlement and mental discomfort, not only when our curiosity about certain facts is not satisfied or when we can't find a law of nature fitting in with all our experience, but also when a notation dissatisfies us — perhaps because of various associations which it calls up.

Our ordinary language, which of all possible notations is the one which pervades all our life, holds our mind rigidly in one position, as it were, and in this position sometimes it feels cramped having a desire for other positions as well.

Thus we sometimes wish for a notation which stresses a difference more strongly, makes it more obvious, than ordinary language does, or one which in a particular case uses more closely similar forms of expression than our ordinary language. Our mental cramp is loosened when we are shown the notations which fulfill these needs. These needs can be of the greatest variety.

From Wittgenstein's Blue Book

[thirdity]

“Increasingly, it is machines, not people, who get nervous. People only become nervous if they force themselves to look like machines.”

— Jean Baudrillard, Cool Memories

[thirdity]

“Life occasionally made me belong, as if to give me the measure of what I have lost by not belonging. And then I realized: to belong is to live. I felt this with the thirst of someone lost in the desert, gulping down the last drops of water in a canteen. And then the thirst returns, and I’m walking through the same desert.”

— Clarice Lispector, Too Much of Life

[terrorignitis]

И я б хотел, чтоб после смерти, Как мы замкнемся и уйдем, Тесней, чем сердце и предсердье, Зарифмовали нас вдвоем.

Boris Pasternak, Beloved

[i-can-kazoo]

[mercuryfountain-deactivated2024]

The straight woman is unsatisfied with straight studio porn. She wants to get off to something in which the actors actually emote and show passion beyond canned moans from the women and, at best, vacant grunts from the men. She turns to gay porn. She knows it's not "for her," but neither was the straight porn, and at least the actors look like they're enjoying themselves. And for a short while she is satiated by Sean Cody et al, but she runs into the same problems she had to begin with. She was not looking at sex but a simulacrum of sex, trapped in Plato's cave. Unsatisfied, she turned to vintage gay porn, harkening to a time when most gay bars still had darkrooms and reliably smelled of piss and Amyl Nitrite. Here was the real thing, in all its animalistic passion. But she still couldn't immerse herself in the fantasy. She wanted the media to engage with her own imagination and meet her half-way, rather than having it spoonfed to her onscreen. She turned to yaoi, with its elongated figures reminiscent of mannerist portraiture, then bara, including hardcore BDSM scenes. But the tactile sensations depicted in the pages didn't do justice to their real life counterparts. She turned deeper into her own imagination, this time reading erotica. No, not the poolside paperbacks sold at Barnes and Noble. The good shit. Why then, was she still not satisfied? She dug deeper, searching for the true meaning of eroticism. She studied the psychoanalysis of Freud, the cultural criticism of Susan Sontag the feminist poetry of Audre Lorde. She took vacation time and flew to Europe, starting at the caves of Lascaux to explore the human urge to create, then traversed the Camino de Santiago on foot, along the way meeting a 56 year old carpenter from Burgos named Andrés, with whom she had an explosive affair. They both knew it couldn't last, which made them cherish each other's touch all the more. Upon flying home, she gave up. If her search for true eroticism never bore fruit this whole time, why would it now? It would take years before she stumbled upon the answer by pure happenstance: dubstep.

[stahsm]

cartoon by Charles Barsotti.

[thepoisonroom]

she asks me what dr pepper tastes like and i say not everything tastes like something else

[kosmogrl]

realizing that distance doesn’t change how you feel

[kosmogrl]