#skravler

[quixoticanarchy]

saw a guy with a commemorative hat from the 7th international conference on concrete pavements, held in orlando florida from september 9-13th, 2001 and all I can think is that 9/11 probably helped a lot to spice things up there

[radioaktiv]

tagger

🌱 mine < alle mine egne poster

🌱 navigasjon < bloggens struktur og sånt

🌱 mine bilder < bilder som jeg tok

🌱 mine glosser < norsk glosser

🌱 tekst < meg som skravler

🌱 skoleangst < gruer meg til skolen/skolearbeid

☢️ reblog < selvforklarende

☢️ motiverende < studieinspo

☢️ ressurser < selvforklarende; resources

[nemusnail]

Glemmer at ditt baderom ikke ser ut som mitt,

at du ikke har tørketrommelen over vaskemaskinen

som gjør hele rommet varmt og deilig

med den nyvaska lukten og runde følelsen som får meg til å sette meg på gulvet og puste

Husker ikke alltid at du ikke har et smykke du holder fast i,

iskaldt eller litt for lunkent

som vekker hardt eller får alt til å bli rundt og havne litt på kanten, som en sakkosekk du ikke liker på ett råttent tregjerde

ved elven du ikke vet hvor er for den klukket ved mitt tredje hus, som jeg nå forstår du aldri så.

Visste ikke at du aldri var der.

men vet heller ikke om du har hatt det samme soverommet hele ditt liv,

om du hadde ett perfekt frokost måltid i en hel måned

som du en måned senere ikke kunne stå ut med,

som jeg hadde?

Om du noen gang skrev et brev du aldri viste til noen?

Om du hadde et hemmelig prosjekt du gjemte i skuffene?

Som jeg gjorde, da jeg nesten ville noen skulle ta meg i det?

Allikevel sa du at du alltid snakker i telefonen

når du sitter på baderomsgulvet

da du sa det åpnet det seg et vindu

fra under ditt baderomsteppe til mitt

som vann, speil og mennesker i samme handling

ja vi to,

vi sitter begge her og skravler

håper noen hører på

[quixoticanarchy]

some people’s new years resolution needs to be to stop going out in public while horribly sick with infectious diseases

[quixoticanarchy]

god im infected by that posting style that's like "posting about my thing #my thing" i just got back to my apartment and my first thought had to go and formulate itself as damn im so sleepy i haven't even had my tea #mytea

[quixoticanarchy]

once again thinking about this guy at the pigeon museum who was giving a little presentation about pigeon mating habits or something, and takes one look at me and my partner and immediately goes "oh and pigeons can be GAY, too!!!"

[quixoticanarchy]

"Questionnaire" - Wendell Berry

1. How much poison are you willing to eat for the success of the free market and global trade? Please name your preferred poisons. 2. For the sake of goodness, how much evil are you willing to do? Fill in the following blanks with the names of your favorite evils and acts of hatred. 3. What sacrifices are you prepared to make for culture and civilization? Please list the monuments, shrines, and works of art you would most willingly destroy. 4. In the name of patriotism and the flag, how much of our beloved land are you willing to desecrate? List in the following spaces the mountains, rivers, towns, farms you could most readily do without. 5. State briefly the ideas, ideals, or hopes, the energy sources, the kinds of security, for which you would kill a child. Name, please, the children whom you would be willing to kill.

[quixoticanarchy]

New contender for the "___ is what makes us human” debates

[quixoticanarchy]

all the unread books on my shelf glaring daggers at me as i introduce them to their two new playmates i bought yesterday. i'm sure they'll learn to get along they have all the time in the world

[quixoticanarchy]

being touch starved: bad

being touch starved but also you don’t actually like physical affection from other people: worse

being touched starved but you don’t like physical affection except from a specific person who is Not Here: hell

[quixoticanarchy]

when my grandfather moved to the us after living through wwii in occupied norway he said the most striking thing he noticed here was the waste. the wastefulness, the sheer amount of excess stuff and the fever for consumption and how blasé people were as they threw it all away. and despite nominal awareness of the issue since then and and sometimes-counterproductive efforts to recycle, overconsumption trends have only gotten worse. trash, like any other ‘flow’ of materials, goods, etc, has gone global, and accumulates unevenly between where it is produced and where its burdens fall

which is a tangible, material disaster for the people living next to incinerators and landfills (in environmental justice communities of the imperial core; or abroad, in the poor countries where the rich ones dump their waste), and for the people doing the also-toxic and dangerous work extracting all the materials and making the things that are destined for the landfill, and it’s also a psychological and paradigmatic disaster for the overconsumers: to be so disconnected from where your stuff comes from and what it really costs, to expect endless cheap varieties of food and consumer goods from all over the world, to think no further than the instant gratification of next-day-delivered fast fashion orders or a new phone every year, to not realize that what you throw out never really goes away. the ‘western consumer lifestyle’, wherever it’s practiced, depends on and enforces the willful ignorance of its consequences and the disinclination to see other people and places as real. and while most waste is industrial, not just your personal household trash, the finished products you throw out have an industrial history too, and are tied to far more waste than you’ll ever personally see. which is to say not just ‘we shouldn’t buy so many things’ or ‘we shouldn’t send our trash to be dumped in other people’s countries’ - true, but also most of these things should never even be made

[quixoticanarchy]

“This system of severity of exploitation of poor people of color at the bottom of global supply chains goes back centuries. Few people sitting for breakfast in England in the 1700s knew that their tea was sweetened by sugar harvested under brutal conditions by African slaves toiling in the West Indies. The slaves remained far removed from the British breakfast table until a band of abolitionists placed the true picture of slavery directly in front of the English people. Stakeholders fought to maintain the system. They told the British public not to trust what they were told. They espoused the great humanity of the slave trade—Africans were not suffering, they were being “saved” from the savagery of the dark continent. They argued that Africans worked in pleasing conditions on the islands. When those arguments failed, the slavers claimed they made changes that remedied the offenses taking place on the plantations. After all, who was going to go all the way to the West Indies and prove otherwise, and even if they did, who would believe them?

The truth, however, was this—but for the demand for sugar and the immense profits accrued through the sale of it, the entire slavery-for-sugar economy would not have existed. Furthermore, the inevitable outcome of stripping humans of their dignity, security, wages, and freedom can only be a system that results in the complete dehumanization of the people exploited at the bottom of the chain.

Today’s tech barons will tell you a similar tale about cobalt. They will tell you that they uphold international human rights norms and that their particular supply chains are clean. They will also assure you that conditions are not as bad as they seem and that they are bringing commerce, wages, education, and development to the poorest people of Africa (“saving” them). They will also assure you that they have implemented changes to remedy the problems on the ground, at least at the mines from which they say they buy cobalt. After all, who is going to go all the way to the Congo and prove otherwise, and even if they did, who would believe them?

The truth, however, is this—but for their demand for cobalt and the immense profits they accrue through the sale of smartphones, tablets, laptops, and electric vehicles, the entire blood-for-cobalt economy would not exist. Furthermore, the inevitable outcome of a lawless scramble for cobalt in an impoverished and war-torn country can only be the complete dehumanization of the people exploited at the bottom of the chain.

So much time has passed; so little has changed.”

— from Cobalt Red, Siddharth Kara

[quixoticanarchy]

if you ask ME the sinister trans agenda of unchecked body modification has not gone far enough MY sinister trans agenda would include horns and bioluminescence. gendered traits are just the beginning

[quixoticanarchy]

fuck the atlantic but hello???? accidentally adding a journalist to the signal chat where you coordinate bombing yemen is indeed patently fucking insane and a breach of protocol and security yada yada but i think we should be talking more about the fact that the us is (still/again) bombing yemen in the first place. and the military and national security guys just hang out on signal chatting about whether and how they should casually bomb people and then emoji reacting with prayer hands and american flags afterwards...

[quixoticanarchy]

being usamerican and visiting cities in other countries is just a constant internal chorus of “omg they have such nice public spaces! with ppl using them! theres places to sit there’s frequent and functional public transit there’s things to do that aren’t spending money” like you don’t realize how stupidly low the bar is until you see it so easily surpassed. why the fuck do we live like this and why do we believe we have to

[quixoticanarchy]

also it’s sort of funny how Manwë sends a messenger to be like “hey do NOT go into exile that will be BAD and end BADLY. oh except fëanor you’re exiled anyway bc of the oath. but yeah it’ll still end badly” like what did you expect him to do. obviously not mass murder, which fair, I also wouldn’t expect that per se, but “something rash bc he’s pretty short on options” should’ve been.. foreseeable? I know it’s said Manwë cannot understand evil but it seems he also cannot understand like. a cornered animal