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dawg look at my retired driver spending summers in italy 😫😩
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vivian used to be wear high ass heels to the PADDOCK. on bare concrete


now they wear his and hers comfortable sneakers and wedges... to love is to grow old together or whatever
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extremely good trope: injured character sees their own blood on someone else who's otherwise unscathed and gives a concerned "are you hurt?" double points if they're so injured they're barely lucid
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IDGAF if the women in my fiction are empowering or aspirational, I'm an adult, I don't need role models, I want the women in my fiction to be interesting, and if that involves being pathetic, hypocritical, amoral, or trapped in a delightfully dysfunctional relationship so be it
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Prost: At the start of the season, the car was perhaps not very good and sure, he is Senna, but it's still difficult.
Jouve: "He is"?
He is, yes. I still say "he is". (small laugh) I'm struggling.
You liked him very much?
I did like him very much! It's all part of... You know, you can hate at times, and certainly it comes from love and respect. I respected him and I believe we shared an affinity that we both recognized but which was almost unacceptable in the mediatized and very though world of motorsport. All this while being extremely different. What would it have been had we been a bit more similar!
("F1 - Destinées extrêmes", May 1995, Pierre Jouve and Canal+, in French here from 43:49 on)
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"prost was senna’s target and senna prost’s. their love, this reciprocal passion, was playing out on the world’s stage." you can’t say that canal+ documentary baby
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If you, speaking now to those citizens of the imperial core, can only remember one thing about automation, it must be this: automation does not reduce the amount of labour required for a given process (in truth it greatly increases it), rather it relocates the labour, and changes its form.
Installation and operation automated grocery store checkout involves more labour-hours of concerted effort than the hiring of a checkout worker. However, more of these labour-hours are realised inside the computer factory (rather than the store) and are carried out through the acts of manufacturing, transport, and maintenance than the complex and multifaceted task of a human worker.
It is more efficient, not cheaper. In the context of global imperialism, it produces a greater profit by shifting production to global south countries, where the cost of labour has been maintained (through military and political action both overt and covert). It is essential for the imperial core citizen to recognise this fact; the job is not gone, in fact, there are more jobs required to do the work, but they are happening elsewhere, to people in worse conditions.
If you can remember this, you will be able to very quickly understand which direction the correct position on a given instance of automation is. Many arguments fall apart when faced with this simple fact; that automation only relocates labour, rather than creating or destroying it.
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2008 European Grand Prix
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I feel like chatgpt came around and everyone immediately forgot what they were doing to get stuff done before. like writing centers, extensions, extra help, templates, office hours, beta readers, random generators, and art and writing prompts have all existed for ages. even if you were cheating there's always been sparknotes, photomath, copying, paying someone else to do it, faking that your grandma died, and whatever. all of that stuff is more reliable and doesn't fuck over the planet. and you might actually learn something
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ⓘ Tip You can skip part of the day by taking a nap.
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Im fucking DRY HEAVING at the energy Nico brought to the paddock this week, he's airing everyones business. First it was "Flavio's ugly ass invited me to his fuckass room for negotiations" and then he LITERALLY JUST SAW JAMES VOWELS AND WENT "I call you Vowels bc u called me Rosberg when were teammates... how shockingly impersonal is that u fucking rat ???? [takes deep breath for terrifyingly detailed analysis] [James tries to defend himself] "yes BUT I was sitting at your table??? I was yOuR fRiEnD aNd tEaMmAte🤨"
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Mahmoud Darwish, “On Hope,” trans. Naseer Aruri and Edmund Ghareeb, in Enemy of the Sun: Poetry of Palestinian Resistance
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backshots until he looks like a glazed cinnamon roll
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