#cursory

[eliteprepsat]

[so-true-overdue]

The modern battlefield has no borders, no trenches, and no uniformed soldiers; it is a shapeless ether of whispered lies, half-truths, and brazen fabrications. This is the terrain of informational warfare, where deception thrives not in the dead of night but in the bright glow of every screen we hold, as Russia engineers its own brand of warfare, seeping disinformation into the Western world. Through our beloved social media, like a plague in polished pixels, they infiltrate the consciousness of unsuspecting minds, unraveling the fabric of trust, turning our conversations into a cacophony of doubt. And it is not hyperbole to say that the price of ignorance here is incalculable.

What we face, friends, is an erosion of certainty—a systematic, meticulous dismantling of reality itself. A sophisticated, malevolent mechanism of manipulation, which thrives in the fertile ground of our insatiable appetites for cursory consumption. Ah, cursory—the quiet accomplice, the eager spectator. We scroll, we click, we consume in seconds what takes days or months to verify. But, herein lies the insidious genius of this digital mischief: it is designed not to persuade with the blade of a single lie but to disorient with the fog of countless untruths. And like fog, it settles quietly, unbidden, until clarity is but a memory, and reality is something we navigate with as much faith as reason.

The information deluge is vast, and we are all tempted to wade through it with a cursory glance, picking up only fragments, digesting only morsels. But make no mistake, the cunning architects of disinformation understand this superficiality better than we do ourselves. They know how to make the outrageous believable, the ridiculous plausible, and they understand how profoundly susceptible we are when we engage only the surface. Every retweet, every shared post without scrutiny becomes an unknowing alliance with this phantom army—a digital echo chamber where chaos reigns, and skepticism finds itself outgunned.

In this age, therefore, we are compelled to arm ourselves with a tool that is as venerable as it is vital: verifiable journalism. Not the thunderous, sensationalist headlines designed to gratify our biases but the patient, rigorous investigation that peels back layers of obfuscation to reveal truth’s sober face. For it is only through this unyielding pursuit of facts, verified and corroborated, that we may untangle the lies and reclaim a measure of trust in what we perceive. Journalism, when done rightly, is the painstaking labor of rendering truth in its rightful, undistorted form, and it stands as a bulwark against the tide of artful deception.

So let us not succumb to the lure of cursory engagement. Let us not trade our vigilance for the empty satisfaction of convenience. For in this fight, apathy is surrender, and superficiality is servitude. Stand guard, for the truth is under siege, not by a single tyrant or a visible foe but by an invisible host that lives in the shadows of our screens, waiting to weave its web of confusion. And so, it falls to us to lift our eyes from the scroll, to question, to verify, to be skeptical without becoming cynical. For as long as we stand firm in the defense of fact, the shadows shall never conquer the light.

In every share, in every like, in every passing glance, remember: the truth demands not just your attention but your discernment.

[diannehoffman]

This was an early assemblage I created in 2012 for my first gallery show "Lost & Found" curated by Matt McKinley at @arcgallerysf. In it the child figure is racing the ripples of time with one leg extended towards life and one arm reaching back to the afterlife. The snowflake's eye opens and closes when spun around on its pivot and the hurdy gurdy music box in the lower right corner plays "A Few of My Favorite Things" when its crank is turned. I wish I had a video of all these interactive aspects in action but ten years ago I did not consider that IG would pay favor to Reels. Ce la Vie. In the Wink of an Eye, 2012 mixed media assemblage by Dianne Hoffman, Sold #inthewinkofaneye #timetraveller ##shortlived #temporary #transitory #cursory #dreamlike #timelostisneverfound #raceagainsttime #timedoesnotstandstill #lifeanddeath #caughtintheinbetween #lifeisshort #timeisoftheessence #assemblage #assemblageart #vignette #diannehoffmanart #foundobjectart #snowflakes #dolleyes #winkingeye #chasingtime #skeletalarm #clockworks #clockparts https://www.instagram.com/p/ChPoPm3L3PW/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[eliteprepsat]

[eliteprepsat]

[decoding-narcissism]

I always get what I want.

It’s not by chance, and it’s certainly not luck. It’s strategy. Every word, every look, every carefully timed pause is part of a plan. You probably don’t even realize it’s happening until you’re too deep to climb out.

See, when I walk into a room, I’m not interested in what others think. I’m only focused on how they’ll serve me. And they will, because I make it feel like they’re the most important person in the world. At least, until I don’t need them anymore.

My methods? Simple, but effective.

Step One: Establish Trust Quickly

I’m good at making people feel seen. Compliments that sound sincere, a keen interest in their opinions, and a nod here and there that suggests I get them in a way no one else does. It’s all smoke and mirrors. By the time they realize that, it’s too late. They trust me. They believe I value them. This is key because a trusting person is a compliant one.

Step Two: Isolate and Invalidate

Once I have their trust, I make them question everyone else around them. I’ll throw in subtle remarks about their friends and family, things like, “I don’t think they really understand you like I do.” Or, “They don’t seem to appreciate you.” Soon, they start pulling away from those other connections, relying on me more and more for validation.

But I don’t stop there. Validation is a game I play with precision. I praise them, then undermine them. It keeps them off balance, always guessing, always seeking my approval. They learn that my opinion is the only one that truly matters, and they become addicted to it.

Step Three: Control Through Confusion

People in my orbit don’t get the luxury of clarity. One day, I’m supportive and charming; the next, I’m cold and distant. They wonder what they did wrong, how they can make it right. They try harder, give more. All I have to do is sit back and enjoy the attention.

When they’re confused, they can’t see the bigger picture. They can’t tell that this push and pull is designed to keep them wrapped around my finger. Confusion breeds dependency, and dependency is power.

Step Four: Reap the Benefits

Now, they’re invested. They’ll do anything to keep me happy, even if it means sacrificing their own needs. They won’t even recognize how much they’re giving up for me. Friends, family, hobbies—it all falls away as they focus solely on keeping me satisfied.

And the beauty of it? When they eventually burn out, when they finally see the pattern, I’m already looking for someone new. I never truly invested anything in them, so walking away costs me nothing. But for them, it’s devastating. They’re left picking up the pieces, wondering how they fell so hard.

I don’t care about the fallout. Why should I? They served their purpose.

Final Thoughts

I always get what I want because I know how to make people need me, want me, and eventually break themselves trying to please me. And that’s the secret.

[you-must-be-held-accountable]

Accountability is like a fine wine: everyone loves to talk about it, but almost no one actually knows how to handle it. Let’s be real – most people hold others accountable the same way they water their houseplants: haphazardly, if at all, and only when things start wilting. Friends are late? Eh, shrug it off. Family forgets a commitment? "Oh, that’s just Aunt Linda." A colleague misses a deadline? Must be a "stressful time" for them.

But let’s get this straight: accountability isn’t a gentle suggestion. It’s a non-negotiable. Holding someone accountable doesn’t mean just sending a passive-aggressive “friendly reminder” email, or worse, letting them slide to “keep the peace.” If you wouldn’t accept a half-hearted apology from a vending machine for stealing your dollar, why on earth would you let people in your life get away with it?

Want to keep people accountable? Start with the basics. Communicate directly. Call out the behavior, clearly and kindly. Set real expectations. And then—this is the kicker—follow up. Hold them to it, even if it’s uncomfortable. It’s the only way you’ll go from tolerating the bare minimum to actually seeing people step up.

Stop treating accountability like a throwaway idea, and start demanding it. It’s not rocket science; it’s respect.

[weird-things-to-think]

Beloved bretherns, gather clost and hear the tale of… curseoree.

Curssoreee. A word, yes, but not just a word… nay! It be... a fog upon fog, a star in the day-sky. Like whn u glance at the world’s edge but see only th' shadows on thy nose tip. Yes, yew rush to see... yet naught to see at all!

Fur cursory be the act o' gliding, a slippery slidy skim ove’ a page, a thought, a flea hopping across a still pond. Cursoree, beloveds, it don't pause... don't stop to see, only to glims.

U think u know, ya think u see. But… have you REALLYYY? Does the breeze know each blade it moves? Do yew know the name of each star dat winks at yew by night? Such, o' loved ones, is cursoree.