#perspektiv

[forislynx]

Det viktiga är inte bara att man ser en sak, utan också hur.

Michel de Montaigne, Att smaken av ont och gott till stor del beror på vilka åsikter vi har om dem (ur Essayer 1)

[asiljebrand]

Fisken upptäcker vattnet sist

Det är lätt att bli uppslukad av delen av oss som tror att den har alla svar. Har vi dessutom fått bevis i form av extern positiv respons eller resultat så fortsätter vi oftast som vi alltid gjort. Såklart vi ska fortsätta vinna om vi vinner men jag tror också att vi måste vara ödmjuka till processen. För personen som tror han han/hon har alla svar, måste börja ställa bättre frågor. För att som…

[flinkliv]

Seeing others achieve what you desire can trigger a feeling of relative deprivation. Remember to count your blessings and celebrate your successes 😊 Read more: https://flinkliv.com/pages/problem-solving.html

[friendlymathematician]

höjdpunkt: tesen att män inte försvarar sig mot kvinnliga skribenters elakheter för att de känner sig skyldiga för patriarkatet

[thefeatheredsnake]

Fantasins Arkitektur - Prefektpalats bearbetad

Slutbearbetning av den målade skissen av prefekten av Aracaneas palats. I inlägget “prefektens palats” visades den målade skissen av hur designen av ett prefektpalats för min fantasystad Aracanea kunde tänkas te sig. Efter mycket om och men, med en spontan tillämpning av blandade media (tusch, bläck mm) på en bas av vattenfärger, blev den här lilla utflykten i arkitektonisk design av till…

[danielelvenmark-blog]

Det svenska NATO-medlemskapet | Nilssons Perspektiv

[maelkogvildeblomster]

Taget i betragtning hvad der (ikke) sker på @soelvfisk’s profil, så har jeg lyst til at sige, at uanset hvordan man har det nu, så kan det blive bedre. Det er 2 år siden at jeg fik at vide, af min psykiater, at hvis ikke jeg begyndte at tage antidepressiv medicin, så ville jeg ikke overleve.

Heldigvis var der en spinkel følelse af (meget meget spinkel tho) at min mor ville blive ulykkelig hvis jeg ikke var her.

Det sætter virkelig mit liv i perspektiv. Jeg har det stadig ikke altid godt, men jeg vil gerne være her. Har tænkt meget på Soelvfisk, og jeg ønsker mig så meget, at vedkommende fortsat er her, så h*n kan komme over på den lyse side, ligesom jeg gjorde.

Everyone - please just know, at du ER ønsket, du ER smuk, du ER (!) GOD NOK ❤️ Det er IKKE nemmere for dem omkring dig, hvis du ikke er her. Der er mennesker, du endnu ikke har mødt, som kommer til at elske dig for lige netop den du er, med alt det fantastiske, og alt det hårde.

Jeg lover det. Stay ❤️.

Og hvis du bliver i tvivl, så skriv til en fremmed og bliv bekræftet ❤️. Ik, @danishpaddy ? ❤️ (tak for hjælp dengang, btw)

[michaelnordeman]

Jag ska flytta hem till Tyskland på onsdag efter nästan fem månader här (utlandstermin). Jag missar Sverige även nu redan, men din fotografi låter mig ta en bit av den hem med mig. Tack så jättemycket för det ✨ Älsker din känsla för perspektiv!

Tack så mycket! Jag hoppas att du har haft en bra termin här i Sverige och att du snart kommer tillbaka. Jag finns alltid här för att påminna dig om landet i norr. Jag önskar dig ett par bra sista dagar här och en trevlig resa hem!

[forislynx]

En källa och inte en brunn där något gått förlorat.

Niklas Rådström, Då, när jag var poet (ur dikten Källan)

[kieran-0]

High cloud quintet relationship headcanons

Baiheng

Dan feng: a good friend, a bit closed off but they got along despite her constant teasing him.

Jingliu: baiheng quiet enjoyed her company, thay were drinking budys and would often go drinking with out the others.

Jing yuan: part of her still thought of him as a kid, (i don't have a lot to say about there relationship from her perspektiv) they got along well enough.

Yingxing: she was quiet fond yingxing ever sense there first meeting, she was incredibly supportive of his work and dreams.

Dan feng

Baiheng: dan fang got along quiet well baiheng despite her constant teasing, when she died he was devastated and blamed himself for her death.

Jingliu: he respected jingliu and looked up to her as a leader, the two would often spar and jingliu would always win even with the help of yingxing.

Jing yuan: the two would often play strategi games agenst one another, with jing yuan often being the winer, they were quiet close.

Yingxing: yingxing was dan fang's closest friend and confedont, dan fang world often went his frustrations to him.

Jingliu

Baiheng: baiheng was her closest friend, they would often drink and laugh together, baiheng's death effected her greatly and jingliu's memories of her would eventually propel her into mara.

Dan feng: jingliu held great respect for him, despite constantly wining in there sparring matches she belived the if he was to use his cloud hymn magic he could probably have won half of them.

Jing yuan: jingliu loved jing yuan like a son but would never be caught dead emitting to it (she acctidenttly told baiheng about it when drunk, but nether of them remember it) the day he bacame general of the luofu was the proudest day of her life.

Yingxing: jingliu also saw him as son (jing yuan was the favorit tho) she found his head strong nature and arrogant bravado indering, she also admierd his craftsmanship and the sword he made for her was one of her most prized possession.

Jing yuan

Baiheng: jing yuan looked up baiheng when he was younger and her carefree spirit definitely rubed of on him. Out of all the members of the high cloud quintet, he was the least effected by her death but it was still devastating for him.

Dan feng: dan fang was a good friend to him, the two would often play chess and other games, jing yuan held great respect for him as well.

Jingliu: he held an immeasurable amount of respect for his master, she practically raised him and taught him everything he knows about combat, when she became mara struck in the aftermath of the sedition of imbibitor lunae it effected him more then baiheng's death had done priviously.

Yingxing: despite there constant bickering the two were actually quiet close, they were of a simulera age to one another and would grow to become like brothers, to this day the starfall reverie is one jing yuan's most treasured possessions.

Yingxing

Baiheng: baiheng was the one who inspirerad yingxing to be self confident in his work, he eventually grow to have a crush on her but he never confessed his feelings out of fear of ruening thier friendship (he made the flagon with the intentions of confessing, but never did) yingxing was the most effected by baiheng's death out of all of them.

Dan feng: dan fang was yingxing's clonest friend and the only person he would voice his selfdoubt to (including his feelings for baiheng) when dan feng came to him with his plan resurrect baiheng it didn't take much convinsing to get yingxing to help him.

Jingliu: was like a stern mother figure to him, he respected her greatly and the sword he made her was his magnom opis, he would regularly spar with her (and dan fang) but was never really a warrior (until he bacame blade of course)

Jing yuan: when they first meet yingxing thought he was loud and obnoxious they would constantly be butting heads with one another, but over time they would become close and their constant bickering would turne into playful banter.

[rustentidsmaskin]

Desember 1983: Blue Max (Synapse)

Flyger-ess Max Chatsworth rapporterer til tjeneste, klar for et aldri så lite selvmordsoppdrag bak fiendens linjer!

Etter at Rule Britannia er ferdigspilt, og spilleren har satt seg ned fra stram giv akt, begynner et diagonalt scrollende skytespill (såkalt Zaxxon-perspektiv) satt til første verdenskrig, hvor man veksler mellom å duellere andre fly og å bombe bakkemål.

Fra nå av er det ingen musikk som spiller for Max, kun dronende propelldur og spredte drønn fra fiendens luftverskanoner.

Blue Max var et av de eldste actionspillene som føles litt episk, og som setter i gang historier i hodet som var litt mer storslåtte enn fortellingen om den gang symmetrofile romvesener beveget seg i sirlige rader ned mot bunnen av TV-skjermen.

Det er risikabel business å fly bak fiendens linjer, og særlig når Chatwsworth flyr lavt for å bombe eller duellere, er det gode sjanser for å bli skutt litt av tysk luftvern. Dette fører ikke til umiddelbar død, men til at en eller annen tilfeldig funksjon ved flyet blir dårligere - maskingeværet begynner å harke, bomber slutter å falle når de skal, bensin begynner å lekke, osv.

Disse skadene akkumulerer, til din trofaste Sopwith Camel er lite mer enn et skjelvende, marginalt flyvedyktig vrak!

Heldigvis har Max muligheten til å lande på allierte flyplasser hvor han kan tanke bensin og få skader reparert. Dette er imidlertid en risikabel manøver, siden lite gentleman-aktige fiendefly har mulighet til å bombe deg på bakken.

Blue Max er et spill som er rikt bestrødd med intense øyeblikk. Noen eksempler: et hovedmål dukker opp og du rekker SÅVIDT bort til det; et suicidalt fiendefly bråsnur mot deg midt i en duell og hamrer inn i deg; fienden bomber flyplassen mens tankingen tar for ALLTID; du er i ferd med å gå tom for rullebane men kan ikke ta av fordi du befinner deg i skyggen fra et fiendefly...

Følelsen av å såvidt klare å gli inn på en flyplass med et bensintomt fly er en av de beste spillopplevelsene man kan ha i desember 1983.

Litt som på ordentlig, har man kun ett liv til rådighet, noe som (litt som på ordentlig) tilfører et ekstra lag nerve.

Det isometriske perspektivet er litt småvrient å forholde seg til, spesielt i en tidsalder hvor vi ikke alle kommer rett fra Zaxxon-maskinen i den lokale spillehallen, noe som fører til en del frustrerende dødsfall ved innflyging og irriterende bom på hovedmål.

Det endelige målet for Max er fiendens hovedstad, hvor noen særskilt viktige bygninger må bombes til fillebiter. For å nå fram dit, må du ødelegge et visst antall hovedmål som enten blinker eller har en blinkende blink (blink) på seg. Hovedmålene kan være hva som helst (bro, bil, båt, fly, bygning...) og de dukker tilfeldig opp, så Max Chatsworth må ha øynene med seg til enhver tid.

Når du endelig kommer fram til hovedstaden, må du bombe fem kalkhvite senatsbygninger og overleve en kanossa-kanonade av antiluftvernsskyts fra høye bygninger på begge sider. Hvis du treffer alle målene og klarer å karre deg - sannsynligvis temmelig istykkerskutt - til nærmeste flyplass, har du offisielt vunnet spillet. Din belønning? En da capo av Rule Britannia, så klart.

Blue Max er et av de beste skytespillene på Commodore 64, ferdig snakket. Rett og slett frekt av Synapse å hamre det inn så tidlig i maskinens historie.

Computer + Video Games, desember 1983:

"If you like the idea of a game based on the Battle of Britain, then you´ll enjoy playing Blue Max." 8/10.

[ticcitoby-obsessor]

The first meeting

-----Look at pinned post to understand-----

Phase = 13 years old

Warning= First person perspektiv, Suicidal Thoughts, depressed teen

Part 2

1582 words

 But something made me jump down from my rock and reach my hand back up at him. His hand was cold, it didn't have ridges or skin like a human would. The creature started to walk and as it did I followed. It walked slowly through the woods with me, trying its best to match my stride it seemed and I appreciated that, as my legs hurt from all the running. I did not speak to it and it did not speak to me as it brought me further into the woods. I was unsure if it could speak at all. I made sure to look down, so not to fall over the big roots that now flowed throughout the ground beneath me. It felt incredibly important to keep my eyes down, as if I even lifted them for a moment something bad would happen. Thankfully I never did lift my gaze, until I saw a wooden step in front of me. My eyes as if let off a leash, shot up and in front of me were a humongous house. It was brown but the paint was peeling off, it looked like a big country house in a Victorian style. But it also looked abandoned, the windows were smashed and the wood planks rotten. I looked up at the creature, it seemed to be waiting for me. I tried to look more around me but an ungiving force left me unable to turn. I blame my sore muscles as I lay my eyes on the wooden door. I lifted my feet carefully, attempting to not put too much weight as I pushed down on the wooden step, then the other foot came in front, up the other step.  Soon enough I opened the door, and walked in. I was met with a small hallway as the creature let go of my hand. In front of me was a staircase, on its side the hallway continued, to my left there was a door and to my right, another. Suddenly I could hear noises coming from the door to my left. The creature, without walking around me, opened the door and inside was a sort of living room. In the corner of the room sat a rocking chair with a girl on it. She had a pink dress and her head down. In the middle of the room was a couch and in front of it a big flat screen tv. I felt a rush of jealousy hit me, as we had never had a flat screen. There were two heads popping up from the sofa, one rather tall with black dark hair and other much smaller with blond hair, he also had a green hood like hat that laid lazily down on the sofa. Seemed it had fallen off at one point. I did not get to see much more as the girl with long brown hair, sitting in the rocking chair lifted her head. My heart felt like it stopped as my eyes went to her forehead.

 “Your...Your bleeding from your head!” I tried to shout, pointing at her. She didn't seem concerned as she looked curiously at me. As the words left my mouth the other two on the sofa turned to see and I cried out in terror. The taller one, a boy in his late teenage years, sitting closer to the door had bleach white skin, but that was the least scary part, as his mouth was cut open by the sides. The cut started at the edge of the mouth and formed a bend up to the cheek bone. He was dressed in a white jacket filled with blood splatter. My eyes, out of desperation to understand what was in front of me, went over to the boy next to him. A much younger looking boy dressed in all green, he looked almost normal, as his clothing had no blood, but as my eyes reached his, my heart skipped a beat for the third time this night. His eyes were red like the eyes in a photo taken with flash but there were no white in them, like in normal humans. They were completely black and dried blood had ran from his eyes down to his cheeks. My eyes started to blink rapidly, I wanted to run, to scream but nothing happened. I rubbed my eyes aggressively. But the scene in front stayed the same. 

 “Stop freaking out!” The older boy with the horrid scar said annoyed. 

 “Nobody is going to hurt you” The young girl spoke softly from her spot. “Why are you here?” I felt compelled to answer, as no scream left my mouth and no tears left my eyes.

 “The creature brought me” I looked back, but it was no longer with me and the door behind was closed.

“Good timing, we just got the new super mario game” the blond boy answered, more chipper than the rest.

 “Ben has been begging for it for a month” The girl giggled. Their light conversation made my shoulders sink down. 

 “He was begging for the Wii and then for the game. I am sure tomorrow he will start begging for something else too.” The older boy spoke. The blond boy, seemingly named Ben, looked angrily at the other but turned more happily, looking back at me.

 “Have you ever played?” Ben asked.

 “Well...no, my cousin has it but I am only allowed to watch.” I responded honestly.

 “Well then come, sit down, we got three controllers and Sally doesn't want to play anyways. She only wants to play her type of games and they are no fun” 

 “You don't like getting dressed up in pink ribbons?” The older boy laughed. “I think you always look rather cute” Ben pushed his shoulder as he reached over the table in front and picked up another Wii controller.

 “I think so too,” Sally said in a high pitched voice. I stepped forward a bit, the encouragement of getting to actually play instead off just watching was intriguing and I was starting to feel more comfortable around them. I wanted to ask why the three looked the way they did but I was raised better than that, I was not one to judge. I reached down for the controller and the boys made space in between them as I sat down. The sofa was soft and comfortable. Made of fake black leather. I had never worked with a wii controller, which Ben found out fast as I was facing it the wrong way. 

 “Jeff, help her out, while I fix up the game for us.” Ben said and the older boy, Jeff, looked over at me and took the controller from my hands. He was kind enough to teach me all the buttons and what they did. The boys showed me what to do and we started to play. It wasn't before midnight Jeff paused the game.

 “What are you doing?” Ben said, upset.

 “She has to go home now.” He said calmly looking over his shoulder to the door. My eyes followed and in the door frame one could see the tall creature. I could not see his “head” as it was too tall. 

 “Come on, we are in the middle of the run!” Ben exclaimed loudly. “And she is a lot better than you, with only you, I will never be able to complete it.”

 “Talk with Slender about it, not me.” Jeff said frustrated himself.

 “You have to come back and play with me next time, it will be so much more fun.” Sally said nicely from the chair. She had been talking almost constantly about her many fun games and she seemed like someone I would have liked to be my friend, even though she was a lot younger than me. 

 “I will for sure.” I smiled brightly at her, it was still disturbing to even look at the three but I had never felt as included as I was feeling this night. I put my controller down on the table and got up from the sofa. 

 “Thank you.” I said softly looking at the boys and then changing my view to Sally sitting still in the rocking chair.

 “For what?” Jeff asked. Lifting the part of his face that should have had an eyebrow but did not.

 “For letting me be here and play.” I said shyly.

 “Anytime.” Ben said, smiling sweetly up at me. I walked over to the doorway and as I reached the creature, I took its hand and it led me out of the house. As soon as I left the house the tiredness fell over me and every step felt hard to take. My eyes started to close. But somehow I still ended up at my house.

 “There you finally are!” My mother exclaimed loudly as I lifted my eyes open agein. I was laying outside of the front door with my mother over me, kissing my cheeks and forehead.

 “I was so scared for you, don't you ever do that ever agein, you hear me.” She started to shout, way too close to my ear. She started to lift me up by my arms.

 “I called the police and everything, I got to go and tell them you got home, but forget that now, I am just so happy you are safe and not hurt.” She exclaimed, hugging me hard, as I stood up on my feet.

[thefeatheredsnake]

Fantasins Arkitektur - Prefektens Palats

[nespo-razum]

Neizbežna

Danes sem razbila najini skulpturi.

Razritost tega, kjer sem

in zavitost tega, kjer sem bila,

me žuli.

Vame počasi kaplja žgoča slanost,

ki me omamlja,

spreminja in kroži spet navzven.

Sili se ven skozi par rdečih oči,

ki svoj odsev prepoznajo le v temnem obrisu.

Čeprav sem dobro, me gneteš v svoji pesti.

Ta tvoj popačen, izkrivljen objem, ki si ga ogleduješ iz vseh možnih kotov,

in se pravzaprav precej vztrajno rineš

v sto vlog in še sto perspektiv

o tem kako je biti tukaj in zdaj v tej

rjaveči razbitini.

Kdo neki si ti, da me tiščiš majhno v svoji pesti?

In zakaj se vijem ven kot megla in ne sonce?

Veš, da vidim in zakaj to delam?

Vidim le širino neba in svilene roke daleč stran od vsega tvojega.

Kjer se iščem in se najdem,

je prostora samo zame.

[stroeriodi]

Har du også meget ondt i maven alt for tit?

Jeg har rigtig ofte ikke ondt i maven, men ubehag i maven. Jeg tror det primært er fordi jeg bekymrer mig hele tiden, og ofte unødigt, men jeg kan ikke stoppe. Det driver mig tilbage under dynen, når jeg kan slippe af sted med det (det er en af mine laster). Det var mit svar på dit spørgsmål, men nu har jeg brugt to ord, der trigger mig (ubehag, laster). Du er velkommen til at læse videre på min affødte tankerække:

Nogle filosoffer har vist beskrevet det gode (liv?) ud fra to fundamentale begreber behag og ubehag. Som om livet kan simplificeres og koges ned til kun dét. Umiddelbart må tanken komme fra utilitarismen, men jeg kan ikke rigtigt huske det. Det er måske værd at læse op på. Men jeg er lidt mere til dydsetik, da jeg mener intrinsisk værdi må dække over mere end blot mest muligt behag for flest mulige, og at det også handler om at tillære og dyrke dydige karaktertræk som mod, mådehold, sans for retfærdighed og fokus på moral (det er så dejligt arbitrært, fleksibelt og umuligt at forholde sig konkret til hvad det dækker over). Jeg tænker utilitarismen kan retfærdiggøre diskrimination af mindretallet, og derfor er jeg ikke særligt vild med den. Jeg tænker også at utilitarismen grundlæggende ikke arbejder med intrinsisk værdi, men blot ekstrinsisk værdi. Behag er vel mere et mål end et gode? Det afhænger selvfølgelig af hvad man forstår ved godt og godt i sig selv. Det har jeg svært ved at definere.

Og nu hvor vi er ved morallæren (endnu et triggerword), så synes jeg også at deontologi er for snæver og streng... I hvert fald, hvis man bruger Kants morallære, der for mig at se er mere utopi end det er funderet i virkeligheden. Verden er simpelthen for kompleks. Der er for mange hensyn og for mange variationer til, at man kan lave regler, der dækker universelt og evigt. Hvad blev der af gråzonerne? Hvad blev der af vægt på forskellige værdier og behov? Hvad blev der af hensynet? At handle ud fra reglens iboende værdi før man handler ud fra hensyn til den konkrete situation og de involverede i situationen... det tror jeg ikke er holdbart i længden, men jeg er jo også retoriker. Retorik arbejder ikke med universelle anskuelser. Retorik arbejder med perspektiver og afvejninger. Hvis det ikke kan diskuteres, så er det ikke et retorisk emne.

Tankerække afsluttet. Klap dig selv på skulderen, hvis du læste færdigt. Klap dig selv på skulderen, hvis du ikke gjorde. Det er okay.

[freddesbokhylla]

Låt den rätte komma in, 5 November

Var börjar man?

Med tanke på hur gammal boken är så är jag mer glad att läraren var öppen att acceptera homosexualitet än besviken över det efter.

Hursomhelst. Jag hoppas verkligen att Oskar kommer våga berätta för någon om mobbningen. Det var tydligt självförsvar. Även om vi hade ignorerat det uttryckliga mordhotet/mordförsöket med isvaken så är en hjärnskakning ett ganska litet men jämfört med hur rubbad Oskar själv har blivit av deras konstanta förföljelser.

Det med Ávila var spännande. Jag uppskattar verkligen att se en lärares perspektiv på detta. Hoppas vi ser mer från hans perspektiv framöver!

Kroppen skulle ju dyka upp någon gång. Det var inte jättespännande. Det hade varit coolare att se Holmbergs eller till och med Staffans perspektiv på detta. Eller en av ambulanspersonalens.

Hur ofta är det Eli äter egentligen? Det känns som att det har varit ett stort tidshopp. Innan när det gick en tid emellan förutsatte jag att Eli och Håkan tappade sina offer specifikt för att kunna spara lite i kylskåp. Hur ofta är hon ute och suger utan att vi får höra om det? Jag antar att det inte är alls i och med håret som byter färg.