“The party told you to reject the evidence of your eyes and ears. It was their final, most essential command.”
George Orwell
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Friend: yeah idk if you can eat/like Indian food but this particular dish is really yummy
Me: I mean I don't eat Indian often but I think you're forgetting the time that [Indian trans woman friend] was staying at my place? I wasn't charging her rent so she just cooked for us every day while we were either asleep or at work whether we wanted her to or not
Friend: OH YEAH THAT'S RIGHT
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I love space SO much. And it absolutely terrifies me too. If I wasn't terrified of space, and I was good at math, I'd be working at NASA. But even then I won't ever get to explore the galaxy in my lifetime, because we are nowhere near travel that equals the speed of light, and even then, lightspeed is still painfully slow on the cosmic scale.
Did you know that, no matter where we are in humanity, our sun will begin to die billions of years from now? We may all be dead and gone, or we may have evolved into something unrecognizable, or we may still be around. But one day, the Earth will be engulfed by the sun. Or it'll be thrown out of orbit. It'll be the end for Earth. We may have figured out how to go beyond the speed of light by then. We could have discovered that the Einstein-Rosen Bridge theory - wormholes - is real, and we could have used that to bend spacetime to our will and find somewhere new to call home, potentially even new universes.
But we don't know. Earth will likely become uninhabitable before the natural lifespan of our sun can engulf it, as a result of our very human mistakes and actions and impacts.
And... this is just a longwinded way of me saying, that's what Starfield is about.
It's about being human in the face of the divine, in the face of being so so so small in the universe. It's about conflict, the tragedy of it, how it can so easily destroy our humanity before time itself has the chance to. It's about looking at the petty wars between the UC and the Collective and going, "what are they doing? There is plenty of space for us all. This is only our galaxy, what about beyond?" It's about humanity pushing forward for answers about the universe and how they will always resort to the same petty violence over those answers. It's about how you can decide what you do with those answers. It's about looking in the eye of sure destruction that will certainly come one day, and say, "I will live and love in spite of it."
You can certainly become like the Hunter. You can continuously perpetuate the cycle of very human violence because that is all that is left to you, because you have embraced the uselessness of it all. Or you can become like the Pilgrim. You can settle down and bring love and kindness to others, and bring them knowledge, despite the fact that everything is pointless.
We are just starstuff. We come from the stars, and back to the stars we will eventually go, one way or another. And it's up to you to decide if you will embrace that as the only meaning in the universe, or if you will reject the simplicity of that, and embrace humanity, embrace love, embrace compassion, embrace meaning in spite of it all.
That is what Starfield is about. That's what it is about to me. And I love it.
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sourdough starter kind of scares me but i do think jean moreau would have a jar of starter and care for it like a child in his 30s. he’s got bread to make and if anyone fucks with his six year old sourdough starter there’s going to be issues. no one else is allowed to even touch the jar. sometimes kevin moves it to get to something and jean is like What the fuck is wrong with you and kevin just puts up with it bc what’s he supposed to do? not let jean treat the starter like a member of the family?
DYING AT KEVIN GETTING OPPRESSED W SOURDOUGH STARTER its really true..... its really true....... because kevjean are two traumatized millennials i dont think they would ever actually have children (though it is very cute if they do in fics) (jean is not amalia's stepfather he's the father that stepped up) so i can see them having weird attachments to other kind of stuff. jean is like an old man chasing children off his porch w a shotgun abt this sourdough starter because its so fucking old and renee gave it to him and it makes the okayest bread ever and he refuses to let it go :) i think he uses it for only very important events like when something mildly bad happens to andrew. they had sourdough for like 3 weeks straight when andreil had a fight and andrew spent a weekend over to cool down
i also love the idea of jean being an obsessive cook. you can tell how hes feeling by what hes cooking. kevin knows somethings bothering him when their fridge is full of weird half finished recipes. when renee got married to some fucking guy from the peace corps kevin had to donate half of their food because jean was cooking more than they could ever possibly eat. very hard living with the 6'5 unmedicated version of elmo
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Uhhhh …. What about Planned Parenthood clinics, protests are allowed there? What about…..
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Where do you shop for your clothes? Are there any particular brands you look out for?
OH SO- this is kinda gonna be a frustrating answer.
i shop almost exclusively at this re-sale/second chance/excess store that puts together the unsold clothing from places like free-people and anthropology and the indy brands that they carry. It's INCREDIBLY local to my stretch of the woods- it's called retail 101 in naugatuck connecticut. i got a 350$ dress new with tags for 30$ and that was the most expensive clothing item listed in the store. it's definitely worthwhile to make the drive. it's about an hour for me, at least two if you're in nyc.
shopping there helps me feel better about getting clothes- because they're generally a lot bit better quality than like h and m or primark (which is what i can reasonably afford). it's also not directly supporting like- all those big businesses and keeps unsold clothes out of the landfill ect. It's helped me get some very very nice clothing for very cheap. it's a very overstimulating experience because it's basically just a football field sized warehouse filled with clothing.
i greatly recommend it if you're overly small or overly large because their greatest selection is in the Xs and Xl range like- I think i saw a size 14 jeans that were originally 400$ on sale for 14$ so- if you're more middle sized it definitely requires some hunting.
but tbh i also hit up the target clearance section for most of my jeans because they have really reasonable sales. i got my favorite pair of ripped jeans there for 6.50$. Target just for some reason happens to fit me pretty reliably- which is honestly rare because i have a 28 inch waist but a 40 inch booty.
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This week I've been allowing myself to be sad when I look back at pictures from college. It's been long enough now that I'm starting to see the girl in the photos as a separate person from my current self and I feel really bad for her. Last week I was putting some pics together for a talk and I found one in my second year of college, coming out of a year of really intense homesickness and anxiety, about a month into what I didn't know yet was a lifelong chronic illness, holding up one of my research samples and smiling because I was still getting a lot of enjoyment out of my research assistant job. And then just weeks later that lab would cease to exist when my first mentor got (justifiably) fired--something I've spent six years stewing over as I've continued my career in their field.
Those years I had some of the best times in my life and met some of my favorite people in the world, and found the career I'm now very happy to be in, and went on to have other better mentors who continue to be there for me, and and and. But looking at pics is like wow, I was so sick here, I was so sick here, I was having panic attacks on this vacation, this is when the barber told me my hair was falling out from stress and malnutrition, this is the first time I had seen this old friend in a while and I cried after because I thought she didn't like me anymore, I was so sick here.
Fortunately the contrast is so stark because I'm really quite happy in my life right now. But yikes. Acknowledging how bad things got was pretty much impossible while I was in it, but I can sure see it in retrospect.
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This is probably a ‘you had to be there’ sort of thing, but i FREQUENTLY think about this one cultural trainwreck moment that happened at the show NJPW did at Hammerstein Ballroom a few years ago.
The show started over two hours late. From where I was, it seemed like most of the crowd didn’t even notice until the first hour had elapsed, because it’s fuckin’ New York City, where tbh your show is kind of a dork if it starts on time. To my memory, the crowd was pretty chill—the delay was clearly out of New Japan’s hands and they were doing everything they could to fix it, and in the meantime it seemed like most people were chatting about wrestling while getting plastered off $18 beer in plastic cups.
However, as you may imagine, the long delay made the Japanese execs running the show extremely anxious and deeply embarrassed (and perhaps a little worried for their safety, given the history of wrestling crowds at Hammerstein). When they finally announced the show would for real this time start in 15 minutes, they sent out an executive of some variety to apologize. He got into the ring, announced the apology, and then did that all the way down face-to-the-ground bow of deep sincere apology. A full one takes like 10 seconds, and he then proceeded to do it three more times, facing the other 3 sides of the ring.
The crowd reaction was VISCERAL. Time began moving in slow motion as Japanese religious reverence for corporate reputation crashed violently against deeply-ingrained American sensibilities about public shame and being made to take the fall for one’s employer. The audience tried briefly to clap politely through our discomfort, as we figured was likely proper, but after the second bow began, the crowd fell into chaos—no one wanted to boo, but seemingly everyone wanted to convey OH MY GOD STOPPP PLEASE PLEASE DO NOT DO THIS. People were shouting ‘no! no!’, drunk dudes in the front row were wildly waving their arms for him to get up, and lots of people were instinctively looking away to avoid being forced to witness public debasement.
The thing that is so inexplicably funny to me is the juxtaposition of a Japanese corporate scapegoat performing a gesture of most profound and humble apology with a few thousand horrified drunk American pro wrestling fans desperately chanting “IT’S OKAY! IT’S OKAY!” at him.
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