I know it’s trendy to fight the system and cry that we are all becoming slaves of technology, but this attitude overlooks that computers and phones are tools for communicating. When someone thinks I’m an idiot smiling at a machine, I’m actually smiling at my girlfriend who is 10000 miles away and whom I would have never met if not for these newfangled electronics. As they say: when the wise man points to the moon, the fool looks at the finger.
This is a topic that I’ve been wanting to tackle for a while now; much credit to this excellent post for bringing it to the front of my brain.
Oh so much this. This is beautiful.
I dislike when anyone paints the internet/technology as either all good or all bad. It’s neither… why would it be? All it is is something that deeply changes how we communicate and interact with the world, sometimes for much better and sometimes for much worse and sometimes neither, it’s simply changed.
I met my boyfriend online five years ago, due to an internet campaign to get Jeff Buckley’s version of Hallelujah to number one over Christmas. I added him on facebook because of a really sweet message he wrote about people connecting over music. He’s been my friend since then, my best friend in recent years and now my partner. We probably would never have crossed paths if it wasn’t for the internet.
Should be essential reading for parents everywhere.
Friend and LGBT activist Ira Putiloss is currently being taken to Yarls Wood detention centre on fast track deportation process. She escaped Russia a few months ago after being hounded by Russian state- for her political and LGBTQ identity. She has been systematically attacked and harassed by police and neo nazis in Russia. If she returns she will face immediate arrest, detention, torture and potentially death.
People who have died a violent death in UK immigration detention centres (*suicide)
Siho Iyugiven (27), 5/10/89*, Kurdish, Harmondsworth
Kimpua Nsimba (24), 15/6/90*, Zairean, Harmondsworth
Robertas Grabys (49), 24/1/00* Lithuanian, Harmondsworth
Mikhail Bognarchuk (42), 31/1/03*, Ukrainian, Haslar
Olga Blaskevica (29) 7/5/03, Latvian, Harmondsworth
Elmas Ozmico (40) 12/7/03, Kurdish, in hospital from Dover
Kabeya Dimuka-Bijoux, 1/5/04, DRC, Haslar
Sergey Baranyuk (31) 19/7/04*, Ukrainian, Harmondsworth
Tran Quang Tung (35), 23/7/04*, Vietnamese, Dungavel
Kenny Peter (24) 7/11/04*, Nigerian, in hosptial from Colnbrook
Ramazan Kumluca (18), 27/6/05*, Kurdish, Campsfield
Manuel Bravo (35), 15/9/05*, Angolan, Yarl’s Wood
Bereket Yohannes (26), 19/1/06*, Eritrean, Harmondsworth
Eliud Nguli Nyenze (40), 15/4/10, Kenyan, Oakington
Muhammed Shuket (45), 2/7/11, Pakistani, on way to hospital from Colnbrook
Brian Dalrymple (35), 31/7/11. Colnbrook
Ianos Dragutan, (31), 2/8/11*, Moldovan, Campsfield
Khalid Shahzad, (52), 30/3/12, Pakistani, on train from Colnbrook
Alois Dvorzac, (84), 10/4/12. Canadian, in hospital from Harmondsworth
Prince Kwabena Fosu, (31), 30/10/12, Ghanaian, Harmondsworth
Tahir Mehmood, (43), 26/7/13, Pakistani, Pennine STHF
Joy Gardner (40), 28/7/93, Jamaican, killed by police while being deported
Jimmy Mubenga (46), 12/10/11, Angolan, killed by G4S guards on BA flight
(via Close Campsfield)
i laughed so hard at the “i don’t know” and “something is wrong”
the twilight one is like abstract poetry
If you read it all together it’s like the most awkward, tense conversation ever.
"My name is Katniss Everdeen," I sighed. Nothing happened.
"I don’t know," he sighed.
Harry looked around, I shake my head and shrugged.
Harry stared. “I am seventeen years old.”
I frowned and he waited.
"My home is District 12."
Harry chuckled and said nothing. Now I wish I had.
I laughed. We looked at each other. I swallowed hard. He shrugged. Harry blinked and hesitates. I flinched.
He looked around. “I’m not really surprised.”
I took a deep breath, something he didn’t have last time. “Something is wrong.”
He didn’t answer. He stood up.
boris johnson. what a legend (get me off this fucking island)
Income inequality has soared over the past thirty years.
Modern man has lost the option of silence. Try halting your sub-vocal speech. Try to achieve even ten seconds of inner silence. You will encounter a resisting organism that forces you to talk. That organism is the word.
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