not sure if anyone is at Bluesky. when I visit the site all is calm, unchanging; I have not had a single new follower in many months; exchanges are always interesting & intelligent but relatively few. Bluesky exudes the air of an upscale mall, beautifully maintained, hushed.
one will likely not be mobbed or mugged here but one will likely not feel a quickening of the heart, a jab of adrenaline. Twitter may be a "cesspool"-- at least in some quarters--but I think of it as lively like the old Madison Square Garden: raucous, unpredictable, obnoxious, good fun, surprises.
my childhood nickname was “christine the bean” until 2001 when my older brother and sister began a competition to see which of them could think of a new nickname that made me cry the most. this resulted in them calling me “osama bin laden” for the next three years
movies my dad likes: take the key to the rendezvous point. or the tesseract will be compromised
movies my mom likes: and that was when i saw him. the wealthy molester
This was the tweet on my TL right below Trump's threat to 'end civilization' in Iran this morning, and in a daze I scrolled down and watched this lady spin around by her neck for maybe 5 minutes
At 18 months, a child is only just entering the mirror stage and structuring his subjectivity: a fragile identification with a coherent image of the self. He isn’t even integrated in the symbolic Order of language, categories.
The infant is tortured before he has even secured: a consistent body image (imaginary coherence), a stable network of signifiers (a sense of what objects are), a reliable Other (caregiver as guarantor of meaning and safety).
Instead, the “Other” appears immediately as annihilating, invasive, and untranslatable violence.
This produces something closer to structural foreclosure or collapse, not just traumatic repression. They are taking away a child’s world and future.
There's an old saying in Schelling—I know it's in Hegel, probably in Schelling—that all great world-historic facts and personages appear, so to speak, twice. He forgot to add: the first time as... as... tragedy... the second time as... as... it's funny if it happens again