#disonance

[veronica-knowhere]

Ania Tomicka - Dysonans (olej), 2019

[sunnyanddumb98]

Triggering Thoughts

Restorative justice is not possible without consent; all parties involved, the victim and the perpetrator, must be restored to society. And that’s a hard thing to ask of someone who has been hurt, who has been wronged. There’s no way to measure how deep the damage is, or how capable someone is of coming back.

Nevertheless, I keep dreaming of a place where you can go to learn again. Like, hey, I failed, I didn’t get it, I skipped that class, and now I’m an awful adult. A place where people are safe, where decisions are taken away for a while, and you can learn again in a gentler way.

Where you are taken care of like a mix between a labor prison and a celebrity health retreat. Where the society outside is free and liberal to explore, but when you feel the burden of your choices, you can go back to a restrictive and safe “nest.” Like a kind of soft communism: every meal the same, every job steady, where you have scheduled dopamine time and rest to learn to take care of yourself and others, and to earn your freedom step by step, until you become an adult again. Like a collective parents’ home, where you can heal and grow.

Because every time a friend commits a crime, whether it’s theft, rape, murder, or suicide (it sounds like I have crazy friends, but I just have a loose definition of “friend”) I experience cognitive dissonance. I want them to repent and grow. And when they do, it’s great. But it’s also awful to see them hurt.

I want to ask how they’ve been, how they’re faring. Mostly male friends, because my only female criminal friend is a gangster and she doesn’t regret a thing. She’s way too dangerous to society, though, and should probably be caught. But I feel she’s also more capable of surviving in rough conditions, so I worry way less about her.

Well, that’s it on friends and crimes.

[amchowchow]

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[culturalvalues-blog]

The role of cognitive dissonance in the immigrant’s adjustment to Canadian multicultural society in M.G. Vassanji’s fiction

In this paper the analysis validates the assumption that the way in which the immigrants go beyond the cultural differences through the internalization of new meanings, following the process of cognitive dissonance, contributes to their adjustment to Canadian multicultural society. To capture the relevant aspects of this process highlighting the characters’ intense feelings that change their attitude and behavior, I explore the works of an author who is representative of Canadian literature. Thus, I have selected from M.G.Vassanji’s fiction those literary works in which the characters’ identity trajectories take East Africa as a point of departure and Canada as a point of destination and identity redefinition.

read more: https://culturalvalues.wordpress.com/2016/05/05/the-role-of-cognitive-dissonance-in-the-immigrants-adjustment-to-canadian-multicultural-society-in-m-g-vassanjis-fiction/

[syntheticzen]

(Synthetic Zen) Experimental Music: "Haunted Mind" 1991 - Using my Yamaha M2HB 4 track cassette recorder, and with some tracks recorded one way, then flipping the tape, and playing back, while recording on the other tracks, created improvisational experimental music, plus Peavy delay pedal (from 300 ms to 8.5 seconds), using just microphone, acoustic guitar, and electric guitar. - https://soundcloud.com/syntheticzen/haunted-mind-variations-on-runesword-1991

[hugluk]

here is not dissonant

I fell off of a ladder a few weeks or a month ago. My ankle still hurts. I‘m getting older and I’ve noticed that my body doesn’t heal like it used to. Maybe it doesn’t totally heal at all any more and every injury between now and when I die will nag me in some way until I die.

I’ve also noticed that things don’t have to be so tidy in my head anymore. I’ve learned that things aren’t black and white. I think I used to try to categorize people into “I like them” and “I don’t like them.” As I’ve aged there are a lot more people that I like sometimes and don’t like others. Or, rather, I like somethings about them and dislike something else. I don’t have to resolve it all in my head to one feeling. Things can just be what they are and it’s ok. Maybe this is called maturity.

I’ve also determined that Ben Kweller’s (Radish’s?) here is not dissonant is not available on the internet.

[modern-words-blog]

Dissonance in the home is like darkness in a room. It does little good to scold the darkness. We must displace the darkness by introducing light.

Wilford W. Andersen

[cherchercoeur]

Valentines Day & White Trash

I can’t believe I am hearing this conversation right now. I am surrounded by white women that grew up in white neighborhoods, went to predominantly white colleges and self-identify as LGBTQ. I accept these women in their own individual ways but this conversation almost killed me.

For Valentine’s Day, this young woman graciously brought in treats that she called “White Trash”. They are similar to what people eat called “Puppy Chow” – so basically things covered in white chocolate and powdered sugar. The other white women decided to bring up how the term “White Trash” is offensive. How growing up it was hard to hear this term and how it provokes feelings of anger, resentment, and discomfort. One person mentioned that using this term would get them grounded because “How dare your think you are better than anyone else”. My jaw literally dropped, I could not gather the words to describe how I felt so I just started writing.

Not to compare my struggle, but damn I would rather grow up hearing that, then the derogatory terms I heard growing up and that I still hear. I feel like “White Trash” is something you can pull yourself out of, change or at least hide. But what kills me the most is these women do not even recognize the hypocrisy on their tongues. How can one say that term “White Trash” offends them, but sings along with songs that say “Ni**a”, say the word “Ghetto”, choose to higher folks of color that are over qualified for a positon because you need someone who can “reach the community”, clutch her bag when some of a particular demeanor stands next to you on the train, make off handed remarks about people hair of skin color or rolls their eyes uncontrollably during a racial justice/cultural competency training.  

Please someone check in with me on this one.  I am not privy to the white experience but maybe someone can explain to me how you can do and say things that are in direct opposition of your social/political beliefs? I honestly do not think I will be satisfied with just one response, and it justly comes down to cognitive dissonance.  Let’s stop resolving the dissonance with justifying or ignoring but acknowledge and confront.

~Cheers for Better Days~

LaNu