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i literally couldn't care less about students using AI to get through their coursework and i think it's really funny and pathetic when people on here start clutching pearls over it
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my pride month activities have been reading jasbir puar and clenching my jaw not#grinding it though and being too angry all the time to jerk it
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nudibranch (Acanthadoris lutea). Moss Beach CA, Nov. 2011
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Relief for Rafah is a community kitchen in Rafah that is buying food and water in bulk and distributing it for free. They need funding to continue supplying the people of Mawasi al-Qarara refugee camp with water.

You can help by donating here.
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There are, you see, two ways of reading a book, each grounded in a different image of thought. In the first, the book is treated as a vessel of representation—an object containing a signified essence, to be deciphered and interpreted in accordance with a logic of recognition. This is the reading of mediation, where concepts are extracted, one after another, as if each were a determination subordinated to the generality of meaning. The book becomes a nesting doll of other books, each enfolded within or enclosing the last. Annotation, commentary, exegesis—all fall under this regime, governed by the law of the Same and the model of resemblance. This is reading as infinite deferral within the dogmatic image of thought. But there is another way, an intensive reading that operates transversally, machinically. Here, the book is no longer a container but an intensive multiplicity, a divergent series, a system of singularities in flux. One no longer asks what does it mean? but how does it function?—how does it connect, what circuits does it form, what thresholds does it cross? The book works or it doesn’t, like an experiment that either produces a singular event or fails to effect any difference. In this mode, reading is no longer representational but productive, diagrammatic. It ceases to be a hermeneutic act and becomes an act of involution, of folding and unfolding between heterogeneous series. This is reading as encounter, as becoming: where the book is torn from itself and forced into conjunction with other machines—bodily, political, material, affective. And in this tearing, this love of proximity and experimentation, reading becomes an ethics of immanence: not interpretation, but participation.
Gilles Deleuze: Letter to a Harsh Critic (Difference and Repetition Edition)
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(never degraded someone before) you have your mother's cruelty. and your father's cowardice.
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in wigan its placement within a matrix of reference to gravy at once obscures and discloses its nature
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A lion cub refuses to exit the inside of a giraffe carcass despite the prompts from his mom. Fun is fun even if you are playing in blood and gore and not dirt.
Photographed by Robert Prehn at Pondoro Game Lodge
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Honor Mosab's memory by donating to The Sameer Project.


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incredible poetry is happening on sparsely populated legacy forums for gay nudists
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Everyone I know in Gaza is messaging me saying they can't find internet anymore and are barely able to connect using esims that are running out. Please don't stop donating esims.
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