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So I have been collecting these rectangular objects for a while now. I like them because they have interesting squiggles inside and the outside portions are often brightly colored. What I always forget is what a pain in the ass they are to move.
Books pictured are perhaps two-thirds of my library.
Everyone reblogging this knows that it’s satire, right? Right?
Disclaimer that used to be published at the bottom of all pages on original source.
Christianity Today article on original source.
Believe me, I’d love it if all Christians totally abstained totally from sex, in line with the New Testament’s position that sex is the least holy non-inherently-sinful choice, and that more Christian males would take Jeebus’s advice that if you want to get into Heaven, it’s a good idea to cut your dick off. Because if all of the self-described Christians did these things, then there wouldn’t be any more Christians in sixty years or so, and the world would be a better place.
But most Christians pick and choose which parts to accept themselves of the book they’re throwing at you when they make their demands, and this article is therefore satire.
(Source: billhitchert, via satansglitterypanties)
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KMFDM
Disobedience
Lyrics that perfectly summarize my feelings on grading tonight.
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Paul Graham’s Hierarchy of Disagreement
Part 4 in a series about what I see as problematic with discursive modes on Tumblr.
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Need I say that Tumblr in general often forgets about this? Of course, this is true of much of the Internet. The whole essay is quite short and worth reading.
(Source: reddit.com)
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“The central problem is this: How can the oppressed, as divided, unauthentic beings, participate in developing the pedagogy of their liberation? Only as they discover themselves to be ‘hosts’ of the oppressor can they contribute to the midwifery of their liberating pedagogy. As long as they live in the duality in which to be is to be like, and to be like is to be like the oppressor, this contribution is impossible. The pedagogy of the oppressed is an instrument for their critical discovery that both they and their oppressors are manifestations of dehumanization.”
—Paolo Freire, Pedagogy of the Oppressed, ch. 1 (p. 48 in ISBN 978-0-8264-1276-8)
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‘So I am afraid,’ Wilbourne said. ‘I wasn’t afraid then because I was in eclipse but I am awake now and I can be afraid now, thank God. Because this Anno Domini 1938 has no place in it for love. They used money against me while I was asleep because I was vulnerable in money. Then I waked up and rectified the money and I thought that I had beat Them until that night when I found out They had used respectability on me and that it was harder to beat than money. So I am vulnerable in neither money nor respectability now and so They will have to find something else to force us to conform to the pattern of human life which has now evolved to do without love—to conform, or die.’ They entered the train shed—the cavernous gloom in which the constant electricity which knew no day from night burned wanly on toward the iron winter dawn among wisps of steam, in which the long motionless line of darkened pullmans seemed to stand knee-deep, bedded and fixed forever in concrete. They passed the soot-dulled steel walls, the serried cubicles filled with snoring, to the open vestibule. ‘So I am afraid. Because They are smart, shrewd, They will have to be; if They were to let us beat Them, it would be like unchecked murder and robbery. Of course we cant beat Them; we are doomed of course, that’s why I am afraid.’
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What I generally assume is going on in someone’s head when they claim we live in a post-racist society.
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There are not many persons who know what wonders are opened to them in the stories and visions of their youth; for when as children we listen and dream, we think but half-formed thoughts, and when as men we try to remember, we are dulled and prosaic with the poison of life. But some of us awake in the night with strange phantasms of enchanted hills and gardens of fountains that sing in the sun, of golden cliffs overhanging murmuring seas, of plains that stretch down to sleeping cities of bronze and stone, and of shadowy companies of heroes that ride caparisoned white horses along the edges of thick forests; and then we know that we have looked back through the ivory gates into that world of wonder which was ours before were were wise and unhappy.
H.P. Lovecraft, “Cephelaïs” (ca. 1922), loc. 12854-12859 in this Kindle edition.
Or see the complete works of H.P. Lovecraft here.
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There in fact no masses; there are only ways of seeing people as masses.
This is one of the saddest things I have ever seen.
And yet its people like this who accuse gay and lesbian parents for wanting to corrupt the youth.
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