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This is such a good idea and I can't believe I've never seen anybody say anything about it before. I recommend jigsaw puzzles and cross stitch. I thought my eyesight was too bad for cross stitch but then I bought a pair of cheap 3x magnification glasses from Walmart and they're even more helpful than my prescription pair.

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let's develop a perfect plan

1. get cozy in bed

another thing that was both cool and sometimes annoying to me when I became a wheelchair user is what it felt like to interact with a world at half the height then I used to. the annoying part is that so many tables registration desks etc are so tall I cannot see over them. The cool part is so many things I notice now that I never noticed before. I see so many more plants bc they are closer to me and sometimes literally brushing up against me, I see graffiti hidden at the bottom of bus stops, and details of architecture all throughout the city that look much cooler from my angle. it also puts me at eye level with so many young children and it’s kind of super whimsical sometimes when we’re experiencing the world on the same level. I just really love all the ways I feel like I notice and interact with my environment so much more as a wheelchair user then I ever did as a pedestrian.

Feeling inspired... Might put off writing and think about it the whole time

no one with any amount of power brave or enlightened enough to call what the western world is doing to children segregation. children are segregated from public life. children are a legitimate oppressed class

what else do you call it when third spaces place curfews for when children are allowed in, when public squares hire cops and guards to boot out any kids they find for "loitering"; when arcades and theatres and entertainment spaces mandate ID checks regardless of if their content is age-inappropriate or not; when parks for kids are constantly sold off for more property development, when public transport is gutted and tickets are converted to card-only systems, when micromobility devices are progressively outlawed under the moral panic pretense of "youth hooliganism", when cash is phased out of retail such that children have no legal means of purchasing anything independently? what else do you call it when children are completely barred from sharing space with adults on the internet? if we earnestly believe that children are an oppressed class who require liberation then we must analyse these things using the same language that we analyse all other class dynamics

watched sinners. i am so fucking angry with all Tumblr™ users.

so what you got from sinners was... remmick as a blorbo. not "music as a coping and bonding method in the presence of overwhelming grief". not "lateral family bonds as a form of black community and survival". not "early acceptance of death in black youth". not "black women as the focal point of community". not "christianity as a tool of assimilation". nothing but "wow remmick is so ✨babygirl✨". whats crazy is that yall lowkey played out the violence of film (white exploitation and decimation of black culture and community) like. perfectly. you parody yourselves.

i finally saw the movie right after having to read some uwu racist say that sinners was "het slop". het slop. wow. if i started killing would you blame me if i never stopped.

stop. analyse that text through the lens of its author's intentions and original historical context. okay now take the author out back and kill them dead and analyse that text as though it were published by your mutual yesterday and is in direct conversation with the contemporary discourse that's most relevant to your life. okay now pick your favorite angle of interpretation and come up with the strongest possible argument against it. now imagine that the text is your best friend and that it means you well and that you naturally give it every benefit of the doubt because you're on its side and you want the best for it. now imagine that the text wants you dead and it'll eat you if you don't eat it first. now pretend that you found this text locked away in a cave with no evidence of when or where it came from and you have to divine its meaning solely through its internal coherence and nothing else. okay now address the elephant in the room aspect of the text you've been ignoring because you find it boring or confusing or uncomfortable and become the number one expert on it. now spend forty minutes assigning all the characters dnd classes with at least three sentences of reasoning each. okay now do the cha cha slide.

the thing is in the digital age if one wanted to be a bodhisattva one of the ideal methods would involve making youtube tutorials on how to attain the third formless jhana, but youtubers are fundamentally chained to samsara so there's a bit of a conflict there

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