The banality of writting for the NYT

What is the “The banality of evil” in China? 

As we are, we two, we three
As I alone can never be.

How I lost my past

... the United States that[sic] has created during the Cold War a formidable machinery of open and concealed propaganda. That machinery cannot be easily turned off. It cannot produce narratives that do not agree with the dominant one because no one would believe them or buy such books.  There is an almost daily and active rewriting of history...

How I lost my past

 The inside story of the Pfizer vaccine: ‘a once-in-an-epoch windfall’

"you could have it ranging up to $1,000 a dose"

"There’s a significant opportunity for those margins to improve" 

"we saved the world"

"to say that they are wielding their power fairly, openly, with a sense of compassion, is manifestly untrue.”

“I think it’s immoral for anybody to profiteer to the extent that has happened out of a serious crisis for humanity as a whole.”

Skog

 This big brown bear always greets you with open arms. Cuddly like no other and with a lovely giant stomach where you can feel safe resting - in other words, a real softy.

Djungelskog

 

Courage born of fear

"To place our faith in a desperate, hopeless attempt to save everyone...and to see it amount to naught in the end.

What else could we do but offer up that tiny remainder in a final, futile effort? Even knowing, deep down, it was worth but a few moments more..."

We All Lift Together

 

 China Bans For-Profit School Tutoring in Sweeping Overhaul

The out-of-school education industry has been “severely hijacked by capital,” according to a separate article posted on the site of the Ministry of Education. “That broke the nature of education as welfare.”

 

functional programming toolkit

Oh girl it's you

@sarahcothran

new view

 

Tiny

 

Where are the space arks? 

The great and terrible scientific and technological inventions we associate with the present are almost all more than half a century old... During that axial age, humanity dreamed of ecumenopolises, of heavy industry and its by-products removed off-planet, of giant cylindrical worlds in orbit, of towers stretching into the heavens, of Dyson swarms of man-made infrastructure harvesting the full power of the Sun, of a Kardeshev II civilisation capable of re-engineering the solar system. These dreams already seem absurd.

what do we do with all that history – all that rage, all these memories?

 Ethiopia’s Long War

Isabella's Lullaby

The Insulindian Miracle

Exhale

Down by the river

Cosmic Clock

 

From brooding gulfs are we beheld
By that which bears no name

Its heralds are the stars it fells
The sky and Earth aflame

Corporeal laws are unwrit
As suns and love retreat

To cosmic madness laws submit
Though stalwart minds entreat

In luminous space blackened stars
They gaze, accuse, deny

Roiling, moaning, this realm of ours
In madness lost shall die

Carrion hordes trill their profane
Accord with eldritch plans

To cosmic forms from tangent planes
We end as we began