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'cargo cult' and 'fetish' are useful concepts that i really wish there were non racist words for

Particularly since the namesake cargo cult wasn't actually a cargo cult!

Like, the whole thing comes from colonial observers seeing Melanesian religious practices—that were themselves a response to colonial disruptions—and misinterpreting their significance based on the presumption that Melanesians must have a superficial and materialistic understanding of the world. And now the thinking error they made up and ascribed to said Melanesians is our word for having a superficial and materialistic understanding of the world.

'cargo cult' and 'fetish' are useful concepts that i really wish there were non racist words for

Particularly since the namesake cargo cult wasn't actually a cargo cult!

You can't just Principle Of Reform And Restorative Justice your way out of a situation where someone has a history of abusing a position of power that they're still in.

trying to get the funny medieval peasants to try my future dorito and accidentally stumbling onto the communal fencepost hosting one of many rural german cat-mutilating games that will later be a wedge in relations between the urban and agricultural communities, shocking me into a months-long silence

getting served what can only be described as "mold from a random log of fallen wood floating in a stein of watered-down beer" as a gift in return for the doritos and getting an experience that can only be described as "Protestant Ayahuasca"

going south to seek some sort of normalcy which I might disrupt, where in the refuge I am served something which dripped from a statue. I ask what it is. it's from the bones inside, I am told, and it leaks forever, and it brings an ecstatic state

The peasants will occasionally hearken back to you, in years to come, as the strange traveler with the unusually melancholic disposition—in reference to your distress at encountering normal everyday things. Only very rarely do they recall your odd bag of fried pasta with what could best be described as a petty-aristocrat amount of seasoning.

If that, honestly.

trying to get the funny medieval peasants to try my future dorito and accidentally stumbling onto the communal fencepost hosting one of many rural german cat-mutilating games that will later be a wedge in relations between the urban and agricultural communities, shocking me into a months-long silence

getting served what can only be described as "mold from a random log of fallen wood floating in a stein of watered-down beer" as a gift in return for the doritos and getting an experience that can only be described as "Protestant Ayahuasca"

going south to seek some sort of normalcy which I might disrupt, where in the refuge I am served something which dripped from a statue. I ask what it is. it's from the bones inside, I am told, and it leaks forever, and it brings an ecstatic state

The peasants will occasionally hearken back to you, in years to come, as the strange traveler with the unusually melancholic disposition—in reference to your distress at encountering normal everyday things. Only very rarely do they recall your odd bag of fried pasta with what could best be described as a petty-aristocrat amount of seasoning.

The problem with the idea of the soul is, how does it get through doors? Your body goes in and then there's this weird transition and then you're on the other side of the door and like ... does your soul just *know* to move to your new location? Does it stay behind and they have to send a new soul down? Is this the origin of the door ghost epidemic?

Theseus explaining his great great plan to a deeply unamused Areopagus

American diet and "healthy living" culture is insane and runs DEEP

who the heck is eating dice, cards, and pool

WHAT is the first one supposed to be? It looks like 'piecing between meals' to me, but that can't be what it says, right?

It does in fact say “piecing between meals” and it refers to snacking

I'm more struck by the fact that the progression set forth here implies that laudanum and cocaine are less concerning that spicing your food.

i will replace chatgpt

It's fun when the robot character in the sci-fi show gets cut in half because nobody working on this type of media knows anything about robotics and you never know what you're going to find inside. Green printed circuit boards? Meat and viscera, but like in a weird colour? Just a shitload of goo?

I especially like it when the robot appears to have realistic musculature which operates via contraction, suggesting some sort of fluid-driven or shape-memory-based actuation, and then it gets dismembered and a bunch of random gears and sprockets go flying everywhere.

Bellows and membranes, brazen armature, steam and oils and glycol media spurt out of severed hoses and bladders, catgut lines whose cut ends jerk and spasm into the cavity as involuntary contractions fail to pull them taut. You know, that sort of thing.

I take "wonder" to be the subject, modified by "nyce and straunge." That is: "now (a) silly and strange wonder (to) us seems them." Odd way around to do it, though. Maybe it's to permit the ambiguity of which of "us" or "hem" is the direct and indirect object. Perhaps when wonder nice and strange us thinks them, so too the like them thinks us.

you guys do realise walking doesn't actually move you anywhere right? it just destroys you entirely and places a perfect copy of you right in front of where you were standing