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Ma hakkasin postitama, et kuidas tõlkida kadakasaksacore inglise keelde, et kas peaks hoopis olema salsakeelne wachholderdeutscher-core sest "omg uskumatu sakslastel on sõna kõige jaoks!!!!11" (höhö joke's on you) või junipergermancore, mis keskmisele inglise keele emakeelena kõnelejale ütleb umbes-täpselt mitte midagi.

Siis tulebki, nagu @mistermooneyes seda juba tegi, lahti kirjeldada, et tegu on esteetika, mis peegeldab kolonialistlikku suhet kohalike ja võimul olijate vahel ja, kuidas oma identiteet tuleb maha salata, et jõuda üldse selle esteetikani. Ja see terve jänese urg vallandus sellest.... et mingid tüübid siin lehel riisuvad igast suvalisi tääge kokku??

Ja ma tean, et see pole mingi uus nähtus. strangeaeon kirjeldas seda, kuidas riisutud ühte kuhja nii queer-eskapism kui ka padukatoliiklased. Ja nüüd seda tohuvapohu vaadata....

Kuidas ma siia jõudsin? Millest ma üldse jahun?

Võib-olla polegi oluline, mis on kadakasaksacore inglise keeles, sest võib-olla ei olegi enam võimalik cottagecore'ist kolonialismi välja juurida

I think one of the kindest things you can do for people with various mental health struggles is just... let people back into your life after they've been absent for a while.

Making friends as an adult is so fucking hard already and isolating yourself from other people is a very common symptom of depression, anxiety, burnout, ocd, trauma, grief, etc. Which means that someone will do the hard work of recovery/healing and resurface back into a world where their previous friends have written them off because they stopped showing up.

So if you know someone where you're like "yeah we could have been better friends but they fell off the map a bit" and that person suddenly reaches out, or starts showing up to events even though you kind of forgot they were still in the group chat... well they may have been Going Through It and you don't actually have to punish them for their absence you can just be glad that they're back.

Janis Goodman（British）

Wild in the City   2012  Etching / Engraving on Paper   30 x 40cm   via

Let me introduce a pair of rather less admirable siblings in the relativist family. The first of these is the familiar "freshman relativist," who urges that all opinions and actions are equally good and should be equally tolerated. He has two mantras: "Who's to say?" and "That's just your opinion." The other sibling is less amiable. Instead of a grin, he wears a sneer. He takes himself to have seen through or debunked the claims of others. So when we use words like truth, reason, objectivity, justice, fairness, or progress, we may think we are putting on robes of state, dignities that with luck we have earned and come to deserve, by doing our thinking properly. But to this sibling we are doing nothing but putting on tawdry theatrical props, disguises, and masks - and what is disguised is a Pandora's box of ugly things like persuasion, rhetoric, self-deception, and ultimately power and force. So where the previous sibling was tolerant and vacant, this sibling is destructive and bitter. Standing on the shoulders of modern thinkers, he tries to crush them under the weight of contempt. But this sibling is equally obnoxious. He is oblivious to his own intellectual limitations and laziness. He could not describe a transistor, let alone make one, but he will use computers and faxes and mobile phones full of them to spread the message that "transistor" is just a construct of Western bourgeois culture. Where the freshman relativist was promiscuously vacant, this relativist is promiscuously suspicious. - We still have to make judgments and act in the light of them. We just have to make sure that we do so as well as we can. Once we have to make up our minds about something, the issue is the issue. The other siblings duck issues, either retreating to an ironic, playful, aesthetic detachment from the business of life, or substituting allegiance to a realpolitik of naked force. ...They shy away from convictions and causes altogether. They suppose they have seen through the whole business of taking issues at face value. They say that we should not and cannot judge whether Tolstoy is a more interesting writer than Stephen King, or whether there was ever a Holocaust, or whether a religion that enjoins slaughtering the infidel is worse than one which does not. Expressions of opinion on such matters would be bad form: politically incorrect, disguises for colonialism, liberal hegemony, dominations of gender, and so on. It is this paralysis of judgment that the commentators lament. You cannot drive down the freeway with a mind vacant of opinion on where the traffic is and how fast it is going.

Simon Blackburn Relativism's Ugly Siblings

untitled by vamitos on Flickr.

I had no first love. I began with the second.

Ivan Turgenev, First Love

Blink by Johnny Lucus on Flickr.

by Ron Terner