starry night
Jan. 17th, 2022 06:24 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
yamamanama61 days until the vernal equinox
Colin Flaherty, the far-right blogger who was instrumental in mainstreaming white nationalist views, has finally died. I’m going to make a lot of people angry by saying this, but good riddance. I hope that he suffered every moment. The only sad thing I can say about his death is that it's way too late to fix things now.
I think a lot of them have moved on to Facebook, which, irony of ironies, was more left-leaning back in those days, when it was just college students. Then they opened up the floodgates to older people. And now it's just a way to amplify fascist delusions. I think Colin Flaherty and other major bloggers have a bigger reach on the blogosphere but some random schmo with racist views has more reach and more amplification on Facebook.
Or maybe they're still around but since Google Search is powered by twenty Android phones linked together with jury-rigged IDE cables, you only get a small glimpse when you search for things.
I did blame him for SBPDL initially but turns out that blog was a different asshole. And apparently it's still going on. I think I'm going to blame him for stopasianhate, and by that, I mean these are the same exact people who were spreading anti-Chinese racism throughout the pandemic and then use it to convince them "see, we're on your side" and to spread racism amongst Asians.
For all the times I’ve gotten on and off the train at Broadway, I believe this marks the first time I’ve gotten off at Broadway to do anything but switch from train to bus or vice versa.
There’s a park under the overpass with some cool murals.
I met an Australian shepherd.
At this Van Gogh exhibit, that is to say, the one in the repurposed power plant, we got a roughly half hour loop with a definite beginning and end, with a soundtrack including Erik Satie’s Gymnopédie no. 1 and Gnossiene no. 1, the Duo des fleurs from Delibes’ Lakmé, Prokofiev’s Montagues and Capulets (Prokofiev wasn't born yet when Van Gogh died), Saint-Saëns’ Aquarium, and a few things I didn’t recognize. It wasn't quite as animated as the other one, with only some flowers blooming. La nuit étoilée scrolled down and the fireflies became one with a photograph of the night sky. There were some photographs of buildings with French signs but I was unsure what the context was. It ended with a collage of Van Gogh’s face made with his paintings arranged but it didn’t last long enough for one to truly appreciate it.
At Ali Baba, I got a kofta kebab wrap with spicy spread of tomato, pepper, onion, parsley, lemon juice, olive oil, crushed walnuts.
I don’t think of Ellen as a Turkish name but she was speaking Turkish.
burning question: Is not the ocean itself their past?
Colin Flaherty, the far-right blogger who was instrumental in mainstreaming white nationalist views, has finally died. I’m going to make a lot of people angry by saying this, but good riddance. I hope that he suffered every moment. The only sad thing I can say about his death is that it's way too late to fix things now.
I think a lot of them have moved on to Facebook, which, irony of ironies, was more left-leaning back in those days, when it was just college students. Then they opened up the floodgates to older people. And now it's just a way to amplify fascist delusions. I think Colin Flaherty and other major bloggers have a bigger reach on the blogosphere but some random schmo with racist views has more reach and more amplification on Facebook.
Or maybe they're still around but since Google Search is powered by twenty Android phones linked together with jury-rigged IDE cables, you only get a small glimpse when you search for things.
I did blame him for SBPDL initially but turns out that blog was a different asshole. And apparently it's still going on. I think I'm going to blame him for stopasianhate, and by that, I mean these are the same exact people who were spreading anti-Chinese racism throughout the pandemic and then use it to convince them "see, we're on your side" and to spread racism amongst Asians.
For all the times I’ve gotten on and off the train at Broadway, I believe this marks the first time I’ve gotten off at Broadway to do anything but switch from train to bus or vice versa.
There’s a park under the overpass with some cool murals.
I met an Australian shepherd.
At this Van Gogh exhibit, that is to say, the one in the repurposed power plant, we got a roughly half hour loop with a definite beginning and end, with a soundtrack including Erik Satie’s Gymnopédie no. 1 and Gnossiene no. 1, the Duo des fleurs from Delibes’ Lakmé, Prokofiev’s Montagues and Capulets (Prokofiev wasn't born yet when Van Gogh died), Saint-Saëns’ Aquarium, and a few things I didn’t recognize. It wasn't quite as animated as the other one, with only some flowers blooming. La nuit étoilée scrolled down and the fireflies became one with a photograph of the night sky. There were some photographs of buildings with French signs but I was unsure what the context was. It ended with a collage of Van Gogh’s face made with his paintings arranged but it didn’t last long enough for one to truly appreciate it.
At Ali Baba, I got a kofta kebab wrap with spicy spread of tomato, pepper, onion, parsley, lemon juice, olive oil, crushed walnuts.
I don’t think of Ellen as a Turkish name but she was speaking Turkish.
burning question: Is not the ocean itself their past?
