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i live on insta only now, a small but notable perk is not having to see all the fucking dumb asss shit relating to sustainability/gardening/whatever. im @heart_of_grass if weâre mutualsÂ
âOne day there was an anonymous present sitting on my doorstepâVolume One of Capital by Karl Marx, in a brown paper bag. A joke? Serious? And who had sent it? I never found out. Late that night, naked in bed, I leafed through it. The beginning was impenetrable, I couldnât understand it, but when I came to the part about the lives of the workersâthe coal miners, the child laborersâI could feel myself suddenly breathing more slowly. How angry he was. Page after page. Then I turned back to an earlier section, and I came to a phrase that Iâd heard before, a strange, upsetting, sort of ugly phrase: this was the section on âcommodity fetishism,â âthe fetishism of commodities.â I wanted to understand that weird-sounding phrase, but I could tell that, to understand it, your whole life would probably have to change. His explanation was very elusive. He used the example that people say, âTwenty yards of linen are worth two pounds.â People say that about every thing that it has a certain value. This is worth that. This coat, this sweater, this cup of coffee: each thing worth some quantity of money, or some number of other thingsâone coat, worth three sweaters, or so much moneyâas if that coat, suddenly appearing on the earth, contained somewhere inside itself an amount of value, like an inner soul, as if the coat were a fetish, a physical object that contains a living spirit. But what really determines the value of a coat? The coatâs price comes from its history, the history of all the people involved in making it and selling it and all the particular relationships they had. And if we buy the coat, we, too, form relationships with all those people, and yet we hide those relationships from our own awareness by pretending we live in a world where coats have no history but just fall down from heaven with prices marked inside. âI like this coat,â we say, âItâs not expensive,â as if that were a fact about the coat and not the end of a story about all the people who made it and sold it, âI like the pictures in this magazine.âA naked woman leans over a fence. A man buys a magazine and stares at her picture. The destinies of these two are linked. The man has paid the woman to take off her clothes, to lean over the fence. The photograph contains its historyâthe moment the woman unbuttoned her shirt, how she felt, what the photographer said. The price of the magazine is a code that describes the relationships between all these peopleâthe woman, the man, the publisher, the photographerâwho commanded, who obeyed. The cup of coffee contains the history of the peasants who picked the beans, how some of them fainted in the heat of the sun, some were beaten, some were kicked.For two days I could see the fetishism of commodities everywhere around me. It was a strange feeling. Then on the third day I lost it, it was gone, I couldnât see it anymore.â
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Wallace Shawn, The Fever
(To understand it, your whole life would probably have to change.)
I saw Wallace Shawn at the end of this quote and thought surely itâs a different Wallace Shawn surely itâs not the fucking dinosaur from Toy Story this canât be the fucking Sicilian from the Princess Bride but it is. Itâs the same fucking guy I just read an explanation of commodity fetishism written by Mr. Incredibleâs tiny boss at the insurance company
Heâs given talks at a Socialist conference too
Imagine this dude naked in bed with a copy of Capital vol 1 that just showed up on his doorstep in a brown paper bag
Donât gotta imagine boss
Thatâs Louis Rossman, a repair technician and YouTuber, who went viral recently for railing against Apple. Apple purposely charges a lot for repairs and you either have to pay up or buy a new device. Thatâs because Apple withholds necessary tools and information from outside repair shops. And to think, we were just so close to change.
Follow @the-future-now
This is really important and let me tell you why.
My mom has an iPhone 6 Plus and hasnât even had it for a year when one day it suddenly died and would not charge. So she took it to an authorized Apple repair place and they charged her $50 for a diagnostic only to tell her that she would have to buy a brand new phone.
So she decided to go to the AT&T store to talk to our usual guy that upgrades our phones and handles any problems for us. She tells him whatâs wrong and he takes her phone to the back only to come out two minutes later, puts her phone on charge and it comes back to life.Â
She asks him what was wrong with it that he managed to somehow fix when the people at the âauthorized apple repair placeâ couldnât. And you know what he told her?
âThere was just a bit of fuzz in the charging port.â
I FUCKING KNEW IT. Listen, I have a MacBook from college. The charger has died twice, and I had to get a new one. This happened for two years in a row around the same time each year. Iâm fucking convinced that their hardware is rigged to âexpireâ in order to force people to keep buying their shit.
Wait, people are just now learning that Apple has some of the shadiest business practices?
You know this isnât really just apple, companyâs do this all the time, everything is rigged to expire and all they want is your money.
Ohhh no no no, this IS JUST Apple.Â
All companies want you to buy their new products. None have gone to the lengths that Apple Inc. has gone to make end user repairs as impossible as is legally viable. I have been repairing electronics and computer systems privately, commercially and active duty in the US military for about 30 years.Â
Apple puts extra effort into special hardware requiring proprietary tools that are only legally produced by their licensed manufacturer and can only be purchased through licensed repair shops if at all.Â
Companies like iFixit can only exist as profit making companies because they are able to make workaround tools and kits that are still profitable but less of a blatant ripoff than Apple.Â

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i love wasps just as much as bees, i love them maybe even more than bees when it comes to photography because they always sit still for the camera and they come in a million different shapes and colors. especially Ichneumon wasps. Â
saharan cornfield discourse is mind-numbing
maybe the solution to climate change is ignorantly monkeying with the earthâs biosystems some more.
the fact that some american communist on tumblr can breezily fantasize about turning like, half a continent (which is incidentally not empty at all, but filled with numerous ethnic groups that do just fine there) into their wet-dream of a socialist monocrop just speaks volumes to how whiteness, marxism and discourse on technology intertwine into one big terrible mess. it always astounds me how easily these people imagine themselves as lords of the earth
Same thing with the American and Mexican deserts. Those places are inhabited by countless species and cultures and are the ancestral homelands of many Indigenous groups. I donât see how lining those lands with solar arrays is any different than the US blowing up sacred mountains or mining for tar sands or logging the Amazon except with the thin veneer of âIâm helping!â used to justify the continued expansion and survival of Civilization.
Also, the manufacturing, mining, and fuel spent to transport all that stuffâŚÂ
Just let Industrialism die before it kills literally everything and everyone on the Earth
Note: you never see these types talking about degrowth or post-development or negawatts. Always expansion or at least maintaining the same level of massive consumption we already have or worse, trying to get everyone to live the way Global Northerners do.Â
https://www.degrowth.info/en/what-is-degrowth/
Everybody ready for Brood VIII?
Dunno if anyone outside the UK has noticed, but Britain in the last week has decided that tipping milkshakes over fascists is what we do now.
To the point that McDonalds were asked by the police to stop selling them, and it didnât help at all.
Someone with a gourmet giant shake today just drenched Farage and he looks like a sad milky weasel. Blessed day.
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i cant stop thinking abt the two headed calf poem like ;-; i feel like a two headed calf psychologist no i will not explain
Two headed calf moodboard

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Walasse Ting, Grasshoppers, 1964
Y'know what I really fuckin hate?
Tiny houses.
Not the concept, the notion, the Platonic ideal of a low-cost low-impact high-efficiency dwelling. Thatâs great. Thatâs awesome.
What really imagines my dragons is that in practice about 9 times out of 10 tiny house communities are just a way for rich hipsters to finally fulfil their greatest fantasy:
They found a way to fucking gentrify the trailer park

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Fujita Tsuguharu (LĂŠonard Tsugouharu Foujita) (1886-1968) â
White Persian Cat, ca. 1929
That is why I have left family affairs and raising our children to my wife. She was a colleague when we were at Toei Animation, so she understands my work and how much labor is needed to complete a project. She had wanted to continue to work on her drawings. When we got married, I promised her that we would both have careers. Until our second son was born, I used to take the older one to preschool and meet him there at the end of the day. But when I saw our older son walking home half asleep, I decided that it was impossible for both of us to work.
I still feel contrite about breaking my promise. But since then I have been able to focus on my work.
from Starting Point: 1979-1996
Iâve called The Wind Rises a self-indulgent, self-flagellating film. This is because it is a film in which Miyazaki lays bare his view of his own life work and the demands he placed on his family and employees along the way. Ultimately he accepts it, justifies all of it to himself as well as on everyone elseâs behalf.
The above quote tells us about the sacrifices of Miyazakiâs wife and children. As for his employees, in another essay from Starting Point Miyazaki talks about a finish inspector who he worked with on his tv series Heidi, Girl of the Alps. Japan infamously has a culture of overwork, which is especially evident in the animation industry. Of this woman who was getting an average of two hours of sleep per night, Miyazaki writes:
Part of me feels that no one should work that hard. But part of me also wants to have the energy and dedication she has for her work. It would be easy if we were merely trying to produce a quality of work that corresponded to our limited budgets and schedules. But to move forward a single centimeter or even five centimeters beyond that, we need to have the support of people like her. Itâs not a case where one personâs job can be shared by two. I need to have someone who understands my intentions and will dedicate himself or herself to the job. And I know this is very egotistical thinking on my part.
Like Miyazaki, JirĹ also pours all of his energy into his work. The big difference between the two is that JirĹ makes warplanes which will go on to kill many people. Miyazaki of course despises war so I think of his choosing to make a film about an active participant in warfare as an extension of his sense of guilt towards the people in his life (whose sacrifices are the cost of his work).
In the chapter on The Wind Rises in Miyazakiworld, Susan Napier dances around this issue, bringing up several interpretations of the film, ways to reckon with the filmâs subject matter: a man who was complicit in contributing to Imperial Japanâs war efforts. But in the end Napier canât avoid the question at the heart of the film because it is a question Miyazaki explicitly asks himself and the audience: would you rather live in a world with or without the pyramids? Would you rather live in a world with or without Miyazaki movies? And Miyazakiâs answer is âwith.â The human sacrifice had to have been worth it for these beautiful monuments, these monuments to beauty.
Because âbeautyâ is key. On the role of JirĹâs wife Naoko in the film, Napier writes:
One day Naoko simply disappears, walking quietly out of JirĹâs life in order not to burden him or take him away from his important work of designing the Zero. We never see her die.
Toshio Okada has interpreted Naokoâs decision as evidence of JirĹâs fundamental selfishness. âJirĹ loves Naoko because she is beautiful, like an airplane,â he says. âHad she gotten old and lost her beauty, their love could not have continued.â Naokoâs offscreen death, he argues, supports the unreal quality of the story. I agree, especially since the real Horikoshiâs wife did not die young, and the couple had two children. The movieâs ethereal Naokoâforever young and forever childless, romantically stained by the trauma of tuberculosisâsupports the movieâs otherworldly and fantastic quality, gesturing back to the vanishing-woman motif seen in Castle of Cagliostro.
Itâs disturbing to think of a man valuing his wife only for her beauty but there has to be at least some reduction, some flattening of her in his eyes if he is to ask for her life like this (the way JirĹ does; the way Miyazaki does). (Also, isnât it striking how Miyazaki also takes out the two children when he has two children of his own?)
So I think we see glimpses of this âromanticizingâ impulse in Miyazakiâs films (when he chooses to indulge it). When young girls like Clarisse in Cagliostro or Fio in Porco Rosso declare their love for the older male protagonist, the men resist, restrain themselves because the girls are too young. But the fantasy is played out nonetheless: the fantasy of a beautiful young girl offering you her life. Or even briefly in Princess Mononoke when the first thing Ashitaka says to San is âYou are beautifulâ and she jumps back as if he just pierced through to the essence of the humanity inside of her. As if that was the essence of her humanity.
Miyazakiâs movies are very beautiful and embody a lot of love. But it takes more courage to actually love people than to merely fantasize about love, no matter how sensitively observed and rendered your fantasies are. So it is beauty that Miyazaki leans on, depends on, escapes to when he reaches the limits of his empathy. It is beauty that he uses to hedge against his personal selfishness, his own failure to love. The irony of a childrenâs filmmaker not raising his own children. He seems aware of all of this, but of course self-awareness is no excuse.
The Wind Rises is a portrait of a man with blood on his hands. A man who, for the sake of creating something that could bring some joy to others, monopolized the joy of those around him indefinitely.
As much as I love Miyazakiâs movies, could I live without them? If it meant that his wife could have lived a fuller life; if it meant that he would have shown more affection to his children? Then, yes. Absolutely. No question.