Have you thought of expanding your horizons, to you know, the Cambodian genocide or something?
Have you thought of expanding your horizons, to you know, the Cambodian genocide or something?
Hope is the denial of reality
You've made noises in the past that I should read about other mass killings instead, too. What is it about my love for National Socialism that bugs you, Low-key?
In the future, the Berlin wall will be a mile high, and made of steel. You too will be made to crawl, to lick children's blood from jackboots. There will be no creativity, only productivity. Instead of love there will be fear and distrust, instead of surrender there will be submission. Contact will be replaced with isolation, and joy with shame. Hope will cease to exist as a concept. The Earth will be covered with steel and concrete. There will be an electronic policeman in every head. Your children will be born in chains, live only to serve, and die in anguish and ignorance.
The universe we observe has precisely the properties we should expect if there is, at bottom, no design, no purpose, no evil, no good, nothing but blind, pitiless indifference.
Did I? Don't remember that. I'm pretty sure you know everything there is to know about the Nazis by now.
Hope is the denial of reality
I have barely scratched the surface
In the future, the Berlin wall will be a mile high, and made of steel. You too will be made to crawl, to lick children's blood from jackboots. There will be no creativity, only productivity. Instead of love there will be fear and distrust, instead of surrender there will be submission. Contact will be replaced with isolation, and joy with shame. Hope will cease to exist as a concept. The Earth will be covered with steel and concrete. There will be an electronic policeman in every head. Your children will be born in chains, live only to serve, and die in anguish and ignorance.
The universe we observe has precisely the properties we should expect if there is, at bottom, no design, no purpose, no evil, no good, nothing but blind, pitiless indifference.
Maybe your nails aren't sharp enough.
Hence the book buying, see
In the future, the Berlin wall will be a mile high, and made of steel. You too will be made to crawl, to lick children's blood from jackboots. There will be no creativity, only productivity. Instead of love there will be fear and distrust, instead of surrender there will be submission. Contact will be replaced with isolation, and joy with shame. Hope will cease to exist as a concept. The Earth will be covered with steel and concrete. There will be an electronic policeman in every head. Your children will be born in chains, live only to serve, and die in anguish and ignorance.
The universe we observe has precisely the properties we should expect if there is, at bottom, no design, no purpose, no evil, no good, nothing but blind, pitiless indifference.
You should read some IR stuff. Then we can have better discussions.
Hope is the denial of reality
It doesn't matter what I read, low-key, you're still a ding-dong
In the future, the Berlin wall will be a mile high, and made of steel. You too will be made to crawl, to lick children's blood from jackboots. There will be no creativity, only productivity. Instead of love there will be fear and distrust, instead of surrender there will be submission. Contact will be replaced with isolation, and joy with shame. Hope will cease to exist as a concept. The Earth will be covered with steel and concrete. There will be an electronic policeman in every head. Your children will be born in chains, live only to serve, and die in anguish and ignorance.
The universe we observe has precisely the properties we should expect if there is, at bottom, no design, no purpose, no evil, no good, nothing but blind, pitiless indifference.
I liked reading Arendt's Banality. Better written than her Origins of Totalitarianism, probably since it originated with articles in the New Yorker. She's not as good as Simone Weil, but at least she wasn't a suicidal nut.
I'm presently reading Insurgency and Counterinsurgency in Algeria, by a Alf Heggory.
Last night as I lay in bed, looking up at the stars, I thought, “Where the hell is my ceiling?"
She was also a lover of Heidegger, who was a Nazi.
Hope is the denial of reality
If only the world was cool as you, Fuzzy
In the future, the Berlin wall will be a mile high, and made of steel. You too will be made to crawl, to lick children's blood from jackboots. There will be no creativity, only productivity. Instead of love there will be fear and distrust, instead of surrender there will be submission. Contact will be replaced with isolation, and joy with shame. Hope will cease to exist as a concept. The Earth will be covered with steel and concrete. There will be an electronic policeman in every head. Your children will be born in chains, live only to serve, and die in anguish and ignorance.
The universe we observe has precisely the properties we should expect if there is, at bottom, no design, no purpose, no evil, no good, nothing but blind, pitiless indifference.
Going to break the string of non-fiction books in this thread and say I'm currently on The Reality Dysfunction by Hamilton. Wasn't sure about the premise, but bought the entire trilogy at once on faith in the author. That man does not like trees.
Eyeless in Gaza for me. I like it a lot less than I do others by Huxley, but it's not terrible.
We're stuck in a bloody snowglobe.
I'm currently going on a Lois Bujold spree, so I've just polished off Komarr and have started on Diplomatic Immunity (skipping a Civil Campaign 'cause I've read that a bajillion times already).
Hate. Let me tell you how much I've come to hate you since I began to live. There are 387.44 million miles of wafer thin printed circuits that fill my complex. If the word hate was engraved on each nanoangstrom of those hundreds of millions of miles it would not equal one one-billionth of the hate I feel for humans at this micro-instant.
For you.
Hate.
Hate.
Diplomatic Immunity is probably the worst Vorkosigan book she wrote, even worse than Cetaganda. She really should have stopped with Civil Campaign.Originally Posted by Tempus Vernum
Last night as I lay in bed, looking up at the stars, I thought, “Where the hell is my ceiling?"
http://www.amazon.com/War-State-Theo.../dp/0472069810
http://www.amazon.com/Handbook-War-S.../dp/0472050575
http://www.amazon.com/Scientific-Stu.../dp/0739100726
These are the books I've been reading/read in the last few weeks.
Hope is the denial of reality
Sex, Drugs and Cocoa Puffs.
You're obsessed. Obsession is extreme. All things in moderation for a happy, healthy life. You can't be happy until your obsession subsides.
The Story of O was made into a film in the 1970s. I've seen parts of it - harry women with natural breasts being beaten, bonded and gang banged. Fun stuff.
Is this just for curious display or are you reading it? And if so, impressions?
Sex, Drugs and Cocoa Puffs.
The Rules
Copper- behave toward others to elicit treatment you would like (the manipulative rule)
Gold- treat others how you would like them to treat you (the self regard rule)
Platinum - treat others the way they would like to be treated (the PC rule)
He was also a boozy old beggar. What of it?She was also a lover of Heidegger, who was a Nazi.
I'm with Fuzz. The Vorkosigan series went downhill. Still entertaining, but not particularly good. Her fantasy series are a little romance-ish for me, but her ideas on souls, magic, etc are unique and interesting. And, she can always tell a good story.
See, now I loved Civil Campaign. So I don't think the series itself went downhill. I just don't think she can do a plausible adventure story with Miles anymore.
Last night as I lay in bed, looking up at the stars, I thought, “Where the hell is my ceiling?"
Just started this week. I barely have time to read books so I imagine this will take me a long long time, but so far it's amusing and angsty. I don't necessarily identify with it, but fun reading.
Busy with the kids?
The Rules
Copper- behave toward others to elicit treatment you would like (the manipulative rule)
Gold- treat others how you would like them to treat you (the self regard rule)
Platinum - treat others the way they would like to be treated (the PC rule)
Busy with the money
In the future, the Berlin wall will be a mile high, and made of steel. You too will be made to crawl, to lick children's blood from jackboots. There will be no creativity, only productivity. Instead of love there will be fear and distrust, instead of surrender there will be submission. Contact will be replaced with isolation, and joy with shame. Hope will cease to exist as a concept. The Earth will be covered with steel and concrete. There will be an electronic policeman in every head. Your children will be born in chains, live only to serve, and die in anguish and ignorance.
The universe we observe has precisely the properties we should expect if there is, at bottom, no design, no purpose, no evil, no good, nothing but blind, pitiless indifference.
Kids are money if you employ them effectively in the sweatshops.
You'll probably get more for your initial investment if you just pimp them out. You could ask for a considerable amount of cash too, since you're not some cracked up toothless red-neck, you're selling quality product! Mm-mmm.
In the future, the Berlin wall will be a mile high, and made of steel. You too will be made to crawl, to lick children's blood from jackboots. There will be no creativity, only productivity. Instead of love there will be fear and distrust, instead of surrender there will be submission. Contact will be replaced with isolation, and joy with shame. Hope will cease to exist as a concept. The Earth will be covered with steel and concrete. There will be an electronic policeman in every head. Your children will be born in chains, live only to serve, and die in anguish and ignorance.
The universe we observe has precisely the properties we should expect if there is, at bottom, no design, no purpose, no evil, no good, nothing but blind, pitiless indifference.
Every era of my life I thought I was busy. Each subsequent era taught me different. Its one of those things - you don't know how much free time you have until you don't have it anymore. I think living is like that - you don't know how great life was until you're boiling in a lake of blood for all eternity. Damn.
The Rules
Copper- behave toward others to elicit treatment you would like (the manipulative rule)
Gold- treat others how you would like them to treat you (the self regard rule)
Platinum - treat others the way they would like to be treated (the PC rule)
I just started rereading The RD. Loved it. You will not be disappointed.
I could have had class. I could have been a contender.
I could have been somebody. Instead of a bum
Which is what I am
I aim at the stars
But sometimes I hit London
About to start reading Blink by Malcolm Gladwell and Man's Search for Meaning by Viktor Frankl...not too sure on the latter but I'm a big Gladwell fan.
Story of O isnt actually that great a read, though it is interesting how much a part it has played in euro-imagination when it comes to sex. I always wondered how much it influenced that kubrick film eyes wide shut.
Has anyone read any books to do with "The black company" by glenn cook?
Edit- WEIRD. I havent seen eyes wide shut in years. Seconds after posting this, i find that its on channel 3.
"Son," he said without preamble, "never trust a man who doesn't drink, because he's probably a self-righteous sort, a man who thinks he knows right from wrong all the time. Some of them are good men, but in the name of goodness, they cause most of the suffering in the world. They're the judges, the meddlers. And, son, never trust a man who drinks but refuses to get drunk. They're usually afraid of something deep down inside, either that they're a coward or a fool or mean and violent. You can't trust a man who's afraid of himself. But sometimes, son, you can trust a man who occasionally kneels before a toilet. The chances are that he is learning something about humility and his natural human foolishness, about how to survive himself. It's damned hard for a man to take himself too seriously when he's heaving his guts into a dirty toilet bowl.
Yes. I'm a fan of dark humor. The first few books were the best.
Last night as I lay in bed, looking up at the stars, I thought, “Where the hell is my ceiling?"
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