Especially because in every story about the damned practice, it works out so well.
Except maybe...and only just maybe...the Culture stores from Banks.
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Especially because in every story about the damned practice, it works out so well.
Except maybe...and only just maybe...the Culture stores from Banks.
"Thou shalt not make a machine in the likeness of a human mind." -Frank Herbert , Dune, The Orange Catholic Bible.
"Abolish" is one word for it.
My increasingly decrepit meat suit, in a black shirt and hoodie, and grey watch cap in front of some industrial ruins that are part of an old brickworks.
Annual bday/proof of life selfie. Last year was pretty shit, but had some decent and even great moments.
"All hock-tooie no costume
Black hoodie you can set your watch to
Tall drink, daps like an air raid
Radically detach with purveyors of the hair-brain" -Aesop Rock, Carpet Food
We are community or we are less. We are engines of kindness and connectivity or we are less. When decency is framed as a radical position we must remain who we are. Our resistance is also in refusing to be less openhearted and filled with compassion.
Solidarity.
Is.
A.
Weapon.
Makes think of the Artificial Inanity thing from Stephenson's Anathem.
With the same results likely.
The disc holder, booklet and slip case for the Criterion 25 film series of Zatoichi, showing various scenes from the films in comic book art style.
Due to my lovely, lovely parents...I now possess my holy grail of physical media (movie category):
The Criterion 25 film box set of the Zatoichi series.
Happy Christmas, god jul, happy Saturnalia, and/or a most excellent dies natalis Solis Invictus you lot.
youtu.be/OR07r0ZMFb8?...
Christmas is hard for many. The years roll, the ghosts at the table increase. We’re haunted by the absence of voices, of laughter engines who drank and ate with us. This can be day of remembrance rituals. For what it’s worth, Hooklanders near and far are in my candles today. Be gentle on yourselves.
Day 24 of #HooklandChristmasTree decoration. We place miniature ceramic bee hive on the tree. Time to tell the sleeping bees all our news, tell them of the year. All its joyful arrivals, all its harrowings and sad exits. We sing them the land and ask for honeyed blessings.
I picked up a little for a trip there, just basic stuff...which I almost never got to use, since everyone in Norway spoke better English than I did.
My left hand holding a beautiful gaiwan and saucer set, with shades of blue and green in the glaze with the almost old ivory ceramic base also showing through.
My left hand holding a 100 gram bag of Da Hong Pao tea leaves.
Part of the beyond amazing mail gettings today from my inimitable SSO.
(Not pictured, but also included: a 50 gram bag of Pu'erh, a sample of a green tea she likes [we'll see] and the traditional dark chocolate/orange shortbread 'coal' cookies)
And this is my atheist, if not misotheist, ass saying this.
I may have a problem with the various faiths/organizations folks may belong to, but this shit is ridiculous.
Ol' Whisky Leaks is crazier than damn MacArthur if he thinks this shit is gonna fly.
Nah dawg...you don't fuck with the chaplains.
Some of the best and most actually righteous folks I've ever met were part of the chaplain corp.
Fucking blue falcon ass mother fucker.
Every writer who generates a slop image for their work is a class traitor.
"I can't afford a visual artist"
So your solution is stabbing artists in the back? Stealing from them?
Furthermore, slop-generated imagery suggests slop-generated writing. That's how you're presenting yourself.
Tell me that lie of the land sleeping all winter and I'll laugh in your face. Tell you of all the trees I've talked to this morning before the frost retreated from sun. Relay conversations with cold spirits, my communion with stretching shadows. – #EmilyCBanting #1982 #WitchSky
20+ years as a bouncer, I'll agree 100%.
I worked a couple places where the local/state 1%ers and gang bangers were in regular attendance, and it was almost entirely calmer than your average college bar.
Boo!
Title: The street tom waits grew up on. Image: a shabby, broken down old timey American street. Caption: Buildings (left to right): vern's all-nite pizza 'n' tattoo, accordion players' graveyard, abandoned clown-shoe factory, divorced salesmen's polka club, tomb of the unknown cabbie, bootleg ice-cream warehouse, saint frank's hobo orphanage, illegal umbrella incinerator.
Happy 76th Birthday, Tom Waits!
Dammit...that'll teach me to watch shit without my specs on.
But glad to know I can still hate on NYPD.
Never thought I'd be on the side of NYPD, but these are strange days...
A fascist will use every weapon available to them even if it destroys everything, because ultimately they’d rather have authority over a pile of bones than any lessening of their power.
I'll light another candle and talk to whatever gods are around.
I would watch the hell out of that.
The Salvation Army is not a charity. They are an evangelical church that uses donated money to actively oppress gay rights. They've been especially cruel to trans people.
It's that giving time of year again, so this is a reminder that no matter how they try to dress it up, the Salvation Army is not a charity.
My left hand, holding up a stack of eleven full sized envelopes, each containing the "this is about a bill" statement from the Veteran's Administration/Community Care for my last two hospital visits and treatment.
This stack (and a couple more) are all "not a bills" just showing how much the VA spent on me lately.
Current total for the last two hospital visits is $47,940.98, which I very fortunately owe SFA of.
Well fuck...
My sympathies.