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Rewatched Goncharov (1973) and did a few studies of my favourite scenes

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does anyone else kind of have a crush on jove

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people seem to think that the Eye of Jove always watches us, a bleeding spot to witness all our sins upon the snap-freeze hellscape. they are under some impression that our chilling excuse for a moon must hang in place, motionless above the churning storms below. but the moon goes on its fated path, arcing around and around our sand-gold father, and sometimes when we look up all we see is the indifferent backside of a giant. no bleeding hole like the ones we make on ourselves, no eye to witness.

those are the worst days. when there is nothing to see it happen, something wretched lurches out of every soldier down here. no one to remember the evil we spill.

i dread to think what the forever war is like on the other side, on the trenches locked below the cold empty sky.

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wait is she really dead. fuck I thought that was just a bit of propo

Yeah, drop pods skid straight off the ice a lot these days.

President of Terra keeps sending up more and more kids with less and less training. Hard enough to stick the landing in a pod, harder on just 3 week boot camps worth of drop sims. seems every rotation at least 2 of em skip straight into a slow orbital decay around Jove. Heard rumors of some squads making bets on how many clicks from the eye they get. If they even survive the Gs from the slingshot...

One of our engineers started talkin' to em, when they skipped. Small stuff. Talking about home. Tellin 'em how to vent the reactor so they at least get to feel warm one last time before they get crushed by Joves embrace. Hell she even made up that fuckin phrase. One of the warmies in a pod last week even said theyd heard about her back on Terra. Say the booties call her the "Angel of Europa". Said even getting to hear her voice made him feel like it was all worth it.

Poor kid...

That one got to 'er I think. She got real quiet after that. In all these rotations I aint ever seen her cry after a skipped pod before.

Just last week one of her greasers snapped. Ice Madness gets to all the long term vets down in the caves eventually. He blew a heat generator, sayin shit about letting the cold take over, saying it was too warm.

She got caught in the blast... Body froze before the smoke even cleared. Lost half the engineering wing too.

Whelp, drop pod skipped again today. Her radio clicked, kids askin where she was. Couldn'ta been more than 14 neither. We all just sat there... None of us really knew what to do. CO finally stood up, picked up the com

"Sorry kid. Nothin but Jove now. Don't worry, You'll see your Angel soon."

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oh are you a jovian worshipper

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we're all fighting. and the governments don't even tell you our names.

PSA

WHAT IS HAPPENING: Ice War WHERE IS IT HAPPENING: On Europa, a Gallilean moon of Jupiter WHO ARE THE COMBATANTS: Unclear WHY ARE THE FIGHTING: Also unclear

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the Ice War on Europa...

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twitter is being overrun by ice war posting. Best this sites been in ages

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Your next favourite might involve some foul play.

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I believe the English phrase is “odd duck.” Yes. Jan Kargad was an Odd Duck. He was born in 1922, right after Georgia joined the Soviet Union, in a commune outside of Batumi. But this was not a normal commune no. His parents were strange people. A small group of Dutch fuckers, very protestant people, started a winery in the countryside where they could read their bibles. You would think they did not get along with the Marxists, but you would be wrong. They loved work. The bible loved work. There was no problem.

Well, that is not entirely true. Jan was a bit of a problem. He was born with a “weak constitution.” We do not know what that meant exactly, but farmwork would give him seizures and very high fevers. He was not a good child for farm work. So, they taught him arithmetic. Young Jan was in charge of counting grapes and bottles of wine and so on. Maybe the Apparatchik did not mind a child doing all the counting, maybe he was bribed, maybe he did not give a shit. I do not know. But Jan was in charge of all the counting and, what is the fucking word- logistics. Yes. Logistics. And he was very good at logistics.��

There are theories as to his upbringing yes. Studying the bible alongside Marx and Lenin and so on. But I do not believe this. In Chechnya in those days many studied the bible and Marx like Jan Kargad, but we did not become like Jan Kargad. I think perhaps it was the fevers. One sees things with a fever when it is bad enough, yes. 

Kargad also studied the capitalists. He was very good at this. He read Adam Smith, but also Issac Newton, the South Seas bubble, and most famously the Tulip Panic. They say his journals were filled with pressed tulips. He was a bit of a, what is the fucking English word- pervert. A pervert for organizing things and numbers and so on. Jan Kargad loves logistics like a man loves his wife, and tulips are a symbol of this for him. They became a microcosm for him. You see how the bud unfolds into many petals, its is very similar to how capitalism unfurls into its many aspects in the world. But, I am getting ahead of myself. 

One day, after all of his schooling, Kargad has a terrible fever, more terrible than any fever he has ever had. This is in the early 1940s some time. After this fever he becomes strange. Well, stranger than he already was. He speaks of men with golden dog masks, their necks chained to the sun, tulips growing from their eyes, all of that shit. He never goes outside again. He becomes fearful of the sun. He does not let it touch his skin. 

He writes intensely for the next three years. I have seen his original notebooks and they are stained with sweat. This man is not well, but he writes. He does not get help, because he is very good at analyzing agricultural output. I believe it grounded him some how, to spend days without sleep, reading spreadsheets about grapes and wheat and so on. 

He is no longer christian. He throws out all of the crosses in his home, and replaces them with grape-cutters. They are similar to a sickle, but with a long handle, for reaching up and cutting off high bunches of grapes. He becomes obsessed with this idea of the grape cutter, and he begins to paint. And this is where many first learn of him. He influences a group of artists who become famous in the southern soviet union, though they are occasionally derided as being “mystical.” I personally? I love the drawings. Many figures reaching up to pluck grapes from the sun. It becomes the central theme of his work.

Here people discover his strange writings. But first he is considered a strange mystic. His early writings are still very christian yes, and this influences how he is read in the west. Many think he is speaking of hyper-economics or whatever fetishistic bull shit the americans are calling it. But I do not think so. His work is very soviet. There are stories yes, of good soviet men drinking coffee and loving spreadsheets like a man loves his wife, and in this they become a little bit like Jan Kargad. They are –you do not have an English term for this– cutting grapes from the sun. But this is not a serious phrase you understand. These men are perverts.

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From Netflix's JWHJ 0715

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of all Riccardo Estli's compositions, I think his "Katya's Waltz" from the Goncharov score is one of his most beautiful

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would it be cool if we goncharoved hot sexy college camp

Slasher fans are like “this is my poor little meow meow, Screwdriver Elbow. his real name is timothy asspunk and he killed 17 women because his dad called him gay. He’s from the movie “Hot sexy college camp” that came out in 1643. I desire him carnally.”

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idk I'm talking about the foreman with strong and calloused hands even though I've never seen him dig

oh okay. so the foreman is a bitch ass liar and therefore I CAN try to fuck his wife (with her consent of course)

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oh okay. so the foreman is a bitch ass liar and therefore I CAN try to fuck his wife (with her consent of course)

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