11/13/21

The French Dispatch

This one overdid itself in several fronts. A whole ass cake made out of frosting. I wasn't expecting to be hit by some memories from my first age either, but goddamn!

Je voudrais que la rose

Fut encore au rosier

Et que mon doux ami

Fut encore a m'aimer

Il y'a longtemps que je t'aime, jamais je ne t'oublierai.

Last Night in Soho

11/8/21

“Dehumanization, which marks not only those whose humanity has been stolen, but also (though in a different way) those who have stolen it, is a distortion of the vocation of becoming more fully human. This distortion occurs within history; but it is not an historical vocation. Indeed, to admit of dehumanization as an historical vocation would lead either to cynicism or total despair. The struggle for humanization, for the emancipation of labor, for the overcoming of alienation, for the affirmation of men and women as persons would be meaningless. This struggle is possible only because dehumanization, although a concrete historical fact, is not a given destiny but the result of an unjust order that engenders violence in the oppressors, which in turn dehumanizes the oppressed.

Because it is a distortion of being more fully human, sooner or later being less human leads the oppressed to struggle against those who made them so. In order for this struggle to have meaning, the oppressed must not, in seeking to regain their humanity (which is a way to create it), become in turn oppressors of oppressors, but rather restorers of the humanity of both.

This, then, is the greatest humanistic and historical task of the oppressed: to liberate themselves and their oppressors as well.”

― Paulo Freire, Pedagogy of the Oppressed

11/6/21

Palate Cleanser of a Night

10/25/21

Fawning over Dune at Work

Nothing beats getting riled up over DUNE with a colleague on a grim cloudy Monday morning, especially when you don't expect them to be a fan and it turned out they read the first book at least.