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Showgirls Play Chess Backstage at the Latin Quarter Nightclub
Gordon Parks, āThe Girls Backstage,ā Life, Dec 22, 1958
this recent trend of teenagers using genAI chatbots to talk to fictional characters is fucking grim. what you should be doing is roleplaying on private messages with your friends until the lines between you & the characters begin to blur & you develop some very complex & confusing feelings for each other that culminate in a massive fallout you dont have the tools to process nor understand
this is a highly controversial opinion, I have no doubt King Arthur was bisexual but I think he was one of the few people in Camelot not interested in fucking Lancelot. he wanted to retain him as an employee but it did not cross his mind that Lancelot was fucking his wife because Lancelot is such a weird little twerp that he did not perceive him as a sexual being. my interpretation.
So true. The Galehaut/Lancelot relationship was like a dynastic marriage to resolve the conflict between two imperial powers. I like to imagine Galehaut was like āI have decided to abandon my plans of capturing [what is now] all of southern England and surrender to you despite my military advantage, all for the love of my achingly beautiful and spectacular new male wife, Lancelot du Lac.ā and Arthur was like āOkay. Weird. Not homophobic or anything but Lancelot? Youāre in love with Lancelot?ā
Co-signed. Thatās some real shit you said. Also, unlike Arthur, he was willing to yield and share his lover for everyoneās benefit. And then he died for love. A real freak. One of the best freaks in 13th century French literature.
heās the most interesting gay wifeguy in literary gay knight history
I started a mental sentence with, āwell, when we diagram the Arthurian polycule-ā
And then realised that would be such a good title for a paper. āDiagramming the Arthurian Polycule: Mapping the Dynamics of the Round Kitchen Tableā
formative years? arenāt they all?
show me a permanent self and i will show you a facade or a corpse
"Thank you for your letter. It was as pleasant as a quiet chat, as welcome as spring showers, as reviving as a friend's visit, in short, it was very like a page of Cranford."
-Charlotte Bronte in a letter to Elizabeth Gaskell
You can replace [ACTIVITY YOU ENJOY] with [SCROLLING] but watch out. This sucks bad š
Some things about this post since getting quite a few notes:
1. If you see this post, highly recommend taking it as an opportunity to set a timer for 15 minutes and switch over to ACTIVITY YOU ENJOY. if after those 15 minutes, you want to go back to scrolling, that's okay!
2. Huge shout out to this popping up in my notifs often, bc I do go back to activity.
3. I think there are times where scrolling is fine. Right now, for example, I'm being connected to a machine for two hours to donate plasma and platelets. Yes this is a brag but it is also a time where scrolling is one of the few things I can do. (Though I will probably also read or watch something on phone lol)
hmmm, this seems to be some kind of curse breaking spell⦠be free ye reader
āCan you imagine yourself being being Clark Kent on the day he found out he was once a part of a culture that is now no longer here? God, I canāt even think how anyone could function after that.ā
My dude, my brethren, my fellow comrade
This is just literally what being Jewish feels like
My grandparents were holocaust survivors that could barely talk about their birth country when they were alive. My great grandmother lost her entire family when nazis gunned down Jewish Latvian villages and left no survivors. My great great great grandfather lived in a desert with barely any water resources because that was safer than staying in Poland next to his christian neighbors. And then thereās also my ancestral grandmother that lost everything when her family barely escaped the spanish inquisition.
My family has more lost history than the library of Alexandria
And you know whatās the worst part is?
My family is considered one of the lucky ones.
Friendly reminder that Superman was created by Jews as a Jewish allegory. Our history has always been there.v
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And the truth is, there is no day you find out.
You learn it in bits and pieces, scattered across your lifetime.
The first time you hear about places we can no longer visit or ceremonies we can no longer perform, youāre too young to remember. It is always part of you. It feels more like a fantasy world then a piece of history youāve lost.
One day, you are researching family history. So many of the branches of your family tree get suddenly cut off. You start to understand what that means.
One day, you are reading your great-great-grandmotherās storyās. You read about her sister who moved east when your great-great-grandmother moved west, and the day that the letters stopped coming. You know what it means, even before you look up the name of the city she moved to, and what happened to it.
(You are one of the lucky ones. The trauma is far enough back that you werenāt raised in its immediate shadow.)
One day, you learn about the Yizkor book, the collected memories about the inhabitants of a village that no longer exists, which talks about your family.
(You are one of the lucky ones. So many villages donāt have Yizkor books, because there was no one left alive who remembered them.)
One day, you visit what used to be one of the cultural centers of your people. Now, itās a museum to what was destroyed.
(Itās one of the lucky places. So many of the memories have been paved over and erased.)
One day, āthe last Jew alive in [country where hundreds of thousands of Jews once lived]ā stops being a shocking statement, and becomes a genre.
(You are one of the lucky ones. Youāve never been the last.)
There is no one time your culture was violently destroyed. It happened over and over again, across continents and millenia. The survivors flee, and hope they will have a few generations before the place they flee to is also destroyed.
(You are one of the lucky ones. Youāve never had to flee.)
Your culture is still here, because you are still here. What you have is the fragments of a thousand burned texts and demolished buildings and extinct dialects, but it is real. It is alive. Multiple militaries and paramilitary organizations are actively trying to kill it.
(You are one of the lucky ones. You donāt live in their direct line of fire.)
You grow up being told itās better now. People donāt hate you for being different; not like they used to. One day, you realize their acceptance is dependent on them not having to think about how different you are.
(You are one of the lucky ones. It is possible for you to pretend.)
You speak your language, and you are speaking for everyone who was murdered for speaking it. You study your texts, and your are studying for everyone who was murdered for studying them. You celebrate your holidays, and you are celebrating for everyone who was murdered for celebrating them. You live your life, and you are living for everyone who was murdered.
(You are one of the lucky ones. You are able to speak, and study, and celebrate, and live.)
Nothing you do will ever be fully for yourself. You are a memorial to everything that was lost. You are everything that has been salvaged. You are the hope that something can be rebuilt.
(You are one of the lucky ones. You can only begin to understand how much luck was required for you to exist.)
for anyone that's struggling this summer, it sucks I know, but I promise you it's going to get better. in a few months you'll start to feel better again and you'll forget what this even felt like.
you're doing great, just take each day as it comes and be gentle with yourself <3
odysseus absolutely does present a threat to penelope if he perceives her as at all unfaithful, and i feel the unfairness of this, and i think people tend to undersell how much tension at least potentially exists between odysseus and penelope. but i'm also like. his reaction, all speculation aside, his actual reaction in the odyssey to her flirting with the suitors is delight, because he immediately ascertains that she is running a con. sorry that they're so in-sync in spite of the forces that try to drive a wedge between them, including their own misgiving hearts. sorry that they invented homophrosyne ĀÆ\_(ć)_/ĀÆ
oh, you meant they literally did, ok
would i, tumblr user thee odysseyofhomer, lie to you?
this is the only funny addition to this post
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Nobody Answered
Well ain't that a poke in the eye.
As a Greek, in response to the current controversy about Matt Damon being cast as Odysseus, I'd just like to share that one of the moments that changed my brain chemistry as a kid was reading a novelized version of the Odyssey and coming across the following description of Odysseus when Circe sees him for the first time and thinks he's hot: "his hair curled like a clematis and his eyes were very brown".
So may I present my own casting choice for Odysseus:
Excuse me???
you are right and you should say it.
Is this the face of a man who would put his own infant in front of a plow to avoid going to war?
Absolutely not
You know who would try that shit?
Is this the face of a man who would defy the very gods to get home to his wife?
You know who would defy the gods just to show he could get away with it?
The last thing Penelope's suitors ever see:
Okay, we got a new one, boys.
Close enough welcome back Chekov's gun.
Prev you canāt bury this in your own tags
Bosses and Coworkers: you've got a great work ethic, going above and beyond
Me: I am literally just doing my job. Everyone else is slacking off.
Everyone Else: (magically knows somehow the secret amounts of work the boss is actually asking of them, which the boss cannot tell anyone for Reasons)
There always seems to be a gap in instructions (from bosses, parents, teachers, friends, whoever) between 'required' and 'expected', and this gap is:
invisible
never explained
always a different size
you have to guess the size
if you guess wrong you either get Praised or In Trouble
At least on 'the price is right' you know (because someone *actually told you*) that you are playing a guessing game and that there is an over/under mechanic and that the conquence of guessing wrong isn't a punishment or damaged relationship or getting fired
On an unrelated note my psychiatrist has given me a referal for a formal ASD evaluation
This post is about the neurodivergent frustration of having to deal with neurotypical authority figures who don't say what they mean but I love the pro-union labor-rights energy I'm seeing in the notes
Knowledge transmission
The problem with AI comes from a problem in the idea of knowledge.
A lot of times people act like human knowledge is "discovered" or obtained, and after that it simply exists; it becomes an eternal, transcendent thing as part of "what we know" about the world.
For example, "we" "discovered" that microorganisms cause disease, and thereafter this became a part of "human knowledge."
The problem is, there was not a discrete event of discovery; long before microscopy was invented, some doctors (such as Ibn Sina aka Avicenna) in the Islamic Golden Age theorized that diseases were caused by tiny particles or organisms that could travel from person to person.
And indeed long after microorganisms were actually observed, people still didn't adhere to the belief that they could cause disease, and with each different illness the connection to a microorganism had to be established. And even today, some people don't believe that microorganisms cause illness.
Then again, the behaviors and methods for reducing the spread of illness, which were proven to be effective by observing microorganisms, didn't require the "knowledge" of microorganisms to develop. Behaviors such as quarantine, washing, and avoiding touching infected people or dead bodies, were followed centuries before it was possible to observe a germ.
As you can see, it's hard to say when "we" "Knew" or "did not know" the causes of illness and how to prevent them.
When someone followed the behaviors that prevented illness spread, they did not necessarily know why. When someone theorized that tiny particles caused illness, they did not necessarily have proof. When someone proved that a microorganism caused illness, they did not necessarily convince others. When the proof was written down, not everybody read it. When people read it, they did not necessarily follow the behaviors that prevented illness spread.
Someone in the year 1020 might "know" that when you get the plague, you have to quarantine, whereas someone in the year 2020 might not "know" that. How does that happen?
Knowledge does not just exist like an eternal spirit. It has to be learned, maintained, practiced, and transmitted.
The internet is full of information. But is the internet full of knowledge? No. A written work is a means of transmitting information, a pipe from one brain to another that information flows through. Only when a human learns information, does it become knowledge. Books, likewise, are pipes that information flows through. They don't actually "have" knowledge. If no one reads the book, the knowledge doesn't exist.
The internet is a vast repository of information. AI shoves it all into a blender and extrudes it into sentences that have form. But the information wasn't knowledge, it was just a device for transmitting the knowledge, and the extruded sentence-stuff produced by AI is even farther from being knowledge, because the transmission between brains has been interrupted and partially destroyed by the randomness inherent within the functioning of Large Language Models.
A library can contain all the secrets of the universe, but no one will "have" the knowledge unless they read the books. And by reading the books, I mean not just being able to comprehend the structure of language within the sentences, but actually learning. When you try to understand a concept and it is so hard that makes your head feel fuzzy, that's because learning is happening. Your brain is literally growing new connections and pathways.
Learning requires teaching. A way to look at knowledge transmission is through the idea of apprenticeship. A master teaching an apprentice is self-replicating: they contain knowledge, and they are shaping another person to contain the same knowledge, molding another brain into the same shape.
So, we can say that knowledge transmission happens when a knower self-replicates, causing another knower of the same knowledge to exist. But a knower can't self-replicate by splitting into two people. Instead, they have to somehow put their knowledge into another person from the outside. Language is a good way to do that.
Someone who writes down their knowledge is not self-replicating by writing it down. They have created a secondary object or tool to aid the self-replication process. Without brains, language would be nothing, there would be no such thing as symbols or meaning, language would not exist.
This means that information is completely worthless if it is not successful at replicating knowledge from one brain into another. Which means that the level of information we have stored in various repositories does not directly correlate with how much "we" "know." Written information can fail to become knowledge in various ways: people can just not read it, or the writing can be too hard to understand, or it can be forgotten once understood, or it can be discredited or seen as untrustworthy, or nowadays, with generative AI, it can be interrupted and distorted on its way to the learner.
Large language models can only be seen as "intelligent" if you think that language itself can be a "knower." I think it is clear that language, even though it transmits information, cannot know it.
As per my last clay tablet,
CCing Ibbi-Ilabrat on this one just to make sure weāre all on the same page!
āThe sesame is visibly dyingā makes me lose it every time. My sesame #mysesame
This is absolutely nothing to do with the Netflix show I havenāt even watched that thing but Iām once again thinking about Sokka and Sokkas Master again and going insane.
Especially with how Sokka was never supposed to be a warrior. Like fundamentally heās just not built for that kind of life. He was born into war and has been basically been told and trained to believe that one day he is going to die for his tribe and especially for his sister and thatās his destiny and heās like okay thatās my job thatās what I do and everyone in the tribe knows this and sees this as my role as I am the only man left. (I sincerely doubt a bunch of woman and old people were actually looking at this kid as the last warrior seriously until he went to fight the fire nation BY HIMSELF but thatās not the point, the point is he was doing it)
But but the thing about Sokka is heās not a fighter, heās a scholar to his core. He doesnāt win hand to hand against Zuko but he does get a hit in with his boomerang that takes an insane amount of math to do perfectly and even though he loses the fight we realise already that Sokka is coming at this war from a different angle that anyone else is.
Like Sokka knows when he joins Aang he doesnāt have as much to bring to the team, he basically assigns himself the role of provider and bodyguard and is now willing to die for both of them because they are two of the most important people in the world and he could have been cynical the entire time. He was prepared to be cynical. Until he goes to Kyoshi gets his shit rocked by a girl and is like oh damn thereās different ways to go about fighting and war and I actually donāt know a lot of it can you super pretty warrior lady teach me your ways and from that moment on Sokka becomes a student.
He gets the mark of the wise with Bato, he figures out how to get Katara on that prison ship and that the fortune teller is a hoax and gets the water bending scroll all through thinking things through not fighting them head on. He invents the fricken war ballon and itās so clear that all his thinking is now coming at things from an angle no one expects which is so perfect for this war in particular considering itās been basically a slow tug of war between the Earth Kingdom and the Fire Nation for decades. Heās looking at these things and heās like hey Iām not a bender but I do know how benders think and how a lot of people think because Iām trying to figure out how the world works. Like by the time he gets to North he isnāt as great with the weapons because again HES NOT A FIGHTER AT HEART but he is a thinker and he points out all the holes in the Norths strategy with full confidence.
Like in book 2 all his thoughts are about winning and out thinking the enemy. He learns about the library and gets so genuine excited about it but he canāt be a true nerd cause of his responsibilities but he basically plans a way to win the war, learns haikus, tryās art, gets into wrestling and learns so much about other cultures and skills heās always thinking and winning and no longer doing things on impulse.
But of course he still feels insecure about that and doesnāt see his brain as his true weapon because he was supposed to be the warrior. Thatās his role.
So he goes to Piandao who sees all of that and sees how Sokka is so so smart and eager to learn and think in ways that no one expects and he nurtures that. He teaches him art and calligraphy and gives him a Jian! He gives Sokka a Jian "The Gentleman of Weapons" not Dao even though Dao are made for soilders and Jian are for scholars, nobels and people who have time for proper sword craft. (Not to mention the fact they are primarily used for Tai Chi which is also the base for water bending which is just a detail I love). Like the Jian is a sword for scholars itās for scholars!!!
Sokkas a thinker not a fighter and thatās so amazing to me.
Like he starts as the boy that took on a fire nation ship by himself then ends the series as the guy whoās strategies won the war, a trusted advisor for basically anyone of importance because they know heās smart and are willing to listen to his ideas and with such a happy future for him to grow without the weight of having to be a fighter weighing him down cause thatās not who heās supposed to be.
bet the local girls thought you were quite the charmer
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My whole life I've known that you must leave at least one mistake in your knitting or crochet or tapestry, because spirits/demons can get lost in the perfection of the stitches and be unable to find their way out.
If you don't want a haunted scarf, you have to leave a mistake as an exit point.
This is beautiful but I can't help but think that at least one of these originated with like, someone who fucked up their knitting and managed to convince everyone else it was intentional.
I'm almost certain this is what happened. Because whenever I am close to finishing a crochet project, especially something in the round where each row is more work than the last, and I find a mistake in the last row as I'm stitching into it
The closer I am to finishing and not wanting to undo 2h worth of work to change that one single into a double, the more likely I am to go "well. That's the demons stitch then isn't it", and leave it be.
The demon stitch absolutely gives my ocd toxic perfectionism a loophole to allow something to remain a mistake, which is why I choose to believe in it.
oh, haha. a loophole.
[id: a collection of screenshots:
The idiom "Persian flaw", meaning a deliberate mistake said to originate from the notion that Persian weavers would intentionally leave imperfections in each rug in the belief that only God's creations are perfect, and to weave a perfect rug would be an insult to God.[67]
"Your handmade items should always have at least one mistake, to keep you safe from the fairies." There is also a (disputed) Amish version of this, which is that all handmade items should have a deliberate mistake because only god is perfect. Navajo weavers have a similar tradition, in order to preserve their creativity: After the year 1900, the "spirit line" became a popular element for many traditional Navajo weaversā¦The traditional weaver became very concerned about trapping their creative spirit within the weaving and not being able to weave in the future. The "spirit line" is a small strand of yarn of contrasting color that flows from the inner design element of the weaving to the outer edge. The custom continues today in many contemporary Navajo rugs.
The Native American women who have traditionally created intricate, beadwoven pieces intentionally string on a bead of the wrong color in a pattern. This bead is called a spirit bead. The spirit bead was placed in an otherwise flawless piece of art as an act of humility, a way of recognizing the inherent imperfection of humans. Presuming the human could create something perfect would be an affront to the true perfection of the gods.[*]
Everyone knows the fae will come and steal away people wearing perfect knitting. By including some mistakes in the finished piece, the imperfection/asymmetry will confuse the fairies, and keep your loved one safe.
"Irish people culturally believe that when you knit something, you knit a piece of your soul into your project. And so Irish knitters purposely knit one mistake into their project so that their soul can escape. Otherwise you're breaking off little pieces of yourself every time you give someone something that you knit."]/end id.