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electrarex00 · 2 years
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An essence
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Feminist posthumanism?
definition of Human
Cartesian dualism
Philosophy guiding “disenchantment of nature” and colonialism, scientific racism
definition of post-Human (past Enlightenment strictures of thought)
cite some scholars like N Katherine Hayles, Cadigan, Braidotti, Alaimo, Haraway
Why important to solarpunk?
Transhumanist versions/posthuman
not new - cyberpunk had bodiless human - cadigan specifically called out in fiction, many other authors
important to know which version is being talked about - both come with a lot of philosophical/historical baggage
admit idk much about transhumanist baggage other than that most of its proponents are wealthy, mostly white, cis men who adhere to the mind/body split doctrind
solarpunk posthuman more like Haraway’s cyborg, innocent of origins
philosophical post-Human work has been done in gender studies so reality of solarpunk cyborg won’t have to think about it
solarpunk about embodied reality, rather than disembodied (extremely expensive) fictions?
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thebooklook · 2 years
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After the Revolution by Robert Evans
Oh man, this was fun. Behind the Bastards is one of my favourite podcasts, and when I heard Robert Evans was writing a novel he immediately had my attention. After the Revolution is an intense look at post-humanism and religious extremism in a potential future America. Evans doesn't pull punches, and the world he's created is just as fucked up, chaotic, and beautiful as the real one. If you want some brutal, fast paced action, this is it. It's definitely not a book for younger readers, but it's one hell of a good time. There may still be a free podcast version of the audiobook, narrated by the other, floating around.
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soapdispensersalesman · 11 months
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I love the word "media diet"
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jetremulant · 1 year
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[ THE SELLER ]
Subject: The elusive seller of rare trinkets that only appears when the right commerce stars align. The choice before you is simple: A rare analog television tuned to an eternal channel or a mysterious artifact of unknown origin or function. Price: A good organ.
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goodjohnjr · 2 years
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Ghost In The Shell: SAC_2045 (Season 2)
Ghost In The Shell: SAC_2045 (Season 2)
121960l.jpg | Source: MyAnimeList What Is It? The 2022 Netflix Japanese anime (animated) TV show Ghost In The Shell: SAC_2045 (Season 2). Ghost in the Shell: SAC_2045 Season 2 – English Dub | Official Trailer | Netflix (2022) Ghost in the Shell: SAC_2045 Season 2 | Teaser Trailer | Netflix Anime Here is how Netflix describes this anime TV show: Kenji Kamiyama and Shinji Aramaki bring a…
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hamletthedane · 3 months
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I was meeting a client at a famous museum’s lounge for lunch (fancy, I know) and had an hour to kill afterwards so I joined the first random docent tour I could find. The woman who took us around was a great-grandmother from the Bronx “back when that was nothing to brag about” and she was doing a talk on alternative mediums within art.
What I thought that meant: telling us about unique sculpture materials and paint mixtures.
What that actually meant: an 84yo woman gingerly holding a beautifully beaded and embroidered dress (apparently from Ukraine and at least 200 years old) and, with tears in her eyes, showing how each individual thread was spun by hand and weaved into place on a cottage floor loom, with bright blue silk embroidery thread and hand-blown beads intricately piercing the work of other labor for days upon days, as the labor of a dozen talented people came together to make something so beautiful for a village girl’s wedding day.
What it also meant: in 1948, a young girl lived in a cramped tenement-like third floor apartment in Manhattan, with a father who had just joined them after not having been allowed to escape through Poland with his pregnant wife nine years earlier. She sits in her father’s lap and watches with wide, quiet eyes as her mother’s deft hands fly across fabric with bright blue silk thread (echoing hands from over a century years earlier). Thread that her mother had salvaged from white embroidery scraps at the tailor’s shop where she worked and spent the last few days carefully dying in the kitchen sink and drying on the roof.
The dress is in the traditional Hungarian fashion and is folded across her mother’s lap: her mother doesn’t had a pattern, but she doesn’t need one to make her daughter’s dress for the fifth grade dance. The dress would end up differing significantly from the pure white, petticoated first communion dresses worn by her daughter’s majority-Catholic classmates, but the young girl would love it all the more for its uniqueness and bright blue thread.
And now, that same young girl (and maybe also the villager from 19th century Ukraine) stands in front of us, trying not to clutch the old fabric too hard as her voice shakes with the emotion of all the love and humanity that is poured into the labor of art. The village girl and the girl in the Bronx were very different people: different centuries, different religions, different ages, and different continents. But the love in the stitches and beads on their dresses was the same. And she tells us that when we look at the labor of art, we don’t just see the work to create that piece - we see the labor of our own creations and the creations of others for us, and the value in something so seemingly frivolous.
But, maybe more importantly, she says that we only admire this piece in a museum because it happened to survive the love of the wearer and those who owned it afterwards, but there have been quite literally billions of small, quiet works of art in billions of small, quiet homes all over the world, for millennia. That your grandmother’s quilt is used as a picnic blanket just as Van Gogh’s works hung in his poor friends’ hallways. That your father’s hand-painted model plane sets are displayed in your parents’ livingroom as Grecian vases are displayed in museums. That your older sister’s engineering drawings in a steady, fine-lined hand are akin to Da Vinci’s scribbles of flying machines.
I don’t think there’s any dramatic conclusions to be drawn from these thoughts - they’ve been echoed by thousands of other people across the centuries. However, if you ever feel bad for spending all of your time sewing, knitting, drawing, building lego sets, or whatever else - especially if you feel like you have to somehow monetize or show off your work online to justify your labor - please know that there’s an 84yo museum docent in the Bronx who would cry simply at the thought of you spending so much effort to quietly create something that’s beautiful to you.
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staffs-secret-blog · 6 months
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roseforviolet · 22 days
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cottonspotten · 6 months
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*person has consented to being eaten; they’ve donated their body. they died without suffering. you can cook the meat. you will not get sick from the meat.
bonus: explain why!
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heroingirl1995 · 7 months
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incorrectinfinity · 1 year
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What makes us human is the Nintendo 3DS
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theshadowrealmitself · 6 months
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I like to think that Vulcans who come to understand that Humans just can’t try to process emotions the same way as them, it’s just healthiest to let it out in harmless ways, decide that venting and stuff should be taken just as seriously as Vulcan’s meditation time, and will encourage the Humans around them to complain about what’s upsetting them
People who are used to aloof Vulcans who avoid Humans at all cost running into one comforting a Human
“-and then they said my cheesecake was subpar, and they didn’t even bring a dish!!!”
“The purpose of this event was that every participant brings a food item of sorts, correct?”
“Yeah!!”
“And they did not follow this rule while insulting dishes that were brought?”
“Mostly just my dish but yeah >:(“
“How illogical”
“That’s what I’m saying!!!”
#star trek#Vulcans#Humans#not based on a specific thing#but I used to know this annoying couple that were ‘family friends’#who would show up to potluck dinners and the like and would either bring nothing or bring something really just. out of left field?#like a bag of frozen chicken to a bbq#and then proceed to make sure they are first even if it was stated to let kids go first#would take HUGE amounts before anyone else got a chance to get a plate#and then make off with the leftovers again even if they were already claimed for#and it wasn’t a food insecurity thing trust me I would never speak bad about a person getting food if that was even a remote chance#the adults who raised us knew them really well and we’d been to their house a ton of times#they were just dicks#and yeah. they’d occasionally insult the food. while eating the MAJORITY of it.#it was so weird at their home they would go out of their way to get the healthiest options possible#you know the really bland tasteless expensive stuff that apparently was healthier#but then if they were visiting our house they would. eat all our unhealthy snacks.#that always pissed me off so much as a kid because we actually had a food insecurity thing going on#and also a variety of other reasons that are a bit too depressing to bring up on this post#but anyways we’d hardly ever get to have nice snacks#and this couple would just take them all??? even after we’d tell them repeatedly that it was ours and those snacks weren’t gonna be#replaced#hated that couple#if you’re wondering why they were ‘family friends’ it’s because the couple who raised us#(it feels weird to type it out like that but apparently legal guardians doesn’t fit since they never finished petitioning 💀)#liked having them around because it made them look like ‘such great Christian’s’ being nice to the people#that no one else wanted to be friends with#I always thought that was a really weird and fucked up reason to be friends with someone#this got long sorry 😭
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batgovernor · 3 months
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Very short poem: RHL, 'The End is Nigh'
The end is an A.I. ***** This very short (poem?) was just published in The Asses of Parnassus – thanks, Brooke Clark! I chose this post’s accompanying photo for its enigmatic mixture of futuristic construction and threatening natural conditions – the building is the Globe, or Avicii Arena, in Sweden but that is irrelevant. An alternative photo I considered had a doomsday prophet holding a sign…
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syruubi · 3 months
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The Hydro Sovereign comes to Mondstadt
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themachomoron · 10 months
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If reincarnation is real I wonder how many people stare at their own art in museums, listen to their own music they made in a different life and read books they don't remember writing
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