Four-and-a-half billion years ago, a massive world—possibly as big as the moon or even Mars—orbited our sun before crashing into another cel
my childhood (4.5bya) requires justice. make the angrite parent body a planet again
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Four-and-a-half billion years ago, a massive world—possibly as big as the moon or even Mars—orbited our sun before crashing into another cel
my childhood (4.5bya) requires justice. make the angrite parent body a planet again
It's very impressive when you're at an event and someone breaks out one of the more obscure Greek myths, or recalls one of the lesser known parables from memory, or even a sub-top-5 Borges. It gives the impression that they have an expansive catalogue of such narratives, but in actuality it's only necessary to memorize a few, and then, in their enduring generality, moments to retell, shoehorn, and elaborate shall present themselves. A key choosing its lock out of conversation space looks so like a proper key apropos, do you understand?
"You'd be in prison if it weren't for me. I'm saving your ass."
Summarizing Trump's remarks to Netanyahu, the U.S. official said: "You're fucking crazy. You'd be in prison if it weren't for me. I'm saving your ass. Everybody hates you now. Everybody hates Israel because of this." A second source briefed on the call said Trump was "pissed" and at one point yelled at Netanyahu: "What the fuck are you doing?"
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i will never forget doing the tumblr interview... the reporter kept asking followup questions trying to get me to say a soundbite about Problematism and i kept being like "no it's just a cat blog that i follow. no i don't think they're uploading fake photos of a cat that died years ago. um, because they post new content every day. where would they get that many new photos of a cat that had died years ago. well we have a sort of informal community vetting system to ensure that people who do that don't get notes. no i just like the suzanne treister tarot deck i said i was mad about it because it's been $600 on ebay ever since she got the residency at CERN and i'm mad i didn't buy one for $30 when they were in print. can we talk about these CGI render art-a-day blogs i like? no? okay. how about the budapest municipal photography archive? yes i made up the dashcon baby. yes i know your article about people who make up fake babies was pegged for months ago. because i googled your name." and she was like "so, are you like, popular?" and i was like "popularity doesn't work in the same way here as it does on other sites" and she found an excuse to hang up on me and then published a piece with quotes from several tiktok social media managers who study tumblr for ad revenue about how 2014 feminism is when you post a picture of fingering fruits and jelly cakes and said she logged in and said her dash hadn't changed at all since then and i'm sitting here like... ma'am. that says more about you and your choices of who to follow than anything else. how do you keep encountering people who make up fake babies. i'm dying to know. big disney fan energy
jg ballard is another writer who makes other writers look bad by being so good at it. he's a well oiled machine of ominous tension, like a spring on a garage door. everything is vaguely erotic, also like a garage door. and clearly reading all these well oiled and vaguely erotic books is not having any effect on my goofy ass. much, again, like a garage door
at the super normal server factory, i never see the servers leave. people are clearly at all times picking components to assemble, running them down the production line and into the test room, loading them onto racks and packing them into boxes to be shipped. and they're visibly not piling up anywhere. but as far as i know they descend on a lift directly to the flaming maw of hell
so ten thousand spiders georg walk into a bar. and still they converge on a statistical mean. and the bartender says "what is this? [PUNCHLINE REDACTED TO PRESERVE NATIONAL SECURITY]?"
there was an interesting marginal point in dawid string theory about empiricism vs rationalism. which explains quite a lot about rationalists today (centuries after that war was well and truly lost, which is a whole other and possibly more relevant basket of eggs), who they idolize and why. apparently the crowning achievement (my words) was hegel's assertion that, divining the fact from absolutely nothing except his huge brain, the solar system must obviously, logically, rationally have only seven planets
so, you know, i don't know, if any of you want to engage in discussions with that crowd for some reason this might be fun mud to sling because that alone is sufficient i think to discard the entire ideology out of hand. seven planet ass losers. couldn't even rationalize neptune !
there's a rumor going around at work that one of the security guards is actually the guy from the family guy production company post credits logo bumper or whatever ("bye have a beautiful time"). there's also a rumor that he used to be a cia agent, i haven't heard any of this directly from him and i'm a little bit faceblind, all of which is neither here nor there but it contributes to my overall sense of healthy skepticism on the topic. on my way out tonight i said "have a good night" to him reflexively and he said the line in the same exact tone and cadence
which of the sugardaddybots will drop $170 at los angeles goodwill for me... 🙂↕️🍑
On the night of Jan 2, 1940, while fleeing Nazi Germany, the literary critic and philosopher Walter Benjamin overdosed on morphine pills at the Franco-Spanish border. He had with him a heavy black briefcase he said contained a manuscript. What those papers may have been remains unresolved.
Now, seventy-four years after his death, Walter Benjamin is releasing Recent Writings, a new collection of nine essays written between 1986 and 2013. “I have been dead since 1940,” Benjamin explains, in his new book, “but it seems I am also alive today in a certain way.” The About The Author page adds: “In 1986—many years after his tragic death—Walter Benjamin reappeared in public with the lecture “Mondrian ’63–’96” organized by the Marxist Center in Ljubljana.”
(covered in blood) all riiiiiiight i only have to read six books in june
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it is really funny that the self-described goat president is headlining his own birthday party because no one else will. i hope he will do bad karaoke and suffer some kind of mortal circulatory or neurological incident onstage