Eine Folie für unseren Workshop "KI-Teamwork: Gemeinsam mehr erreichen" am Montag. Bin gespannt, wieviel die Teilnehmer:innen in 60 Minuten intensiv-Teamwork zusammen mit der #KI zusammengeschraubt kriegen!
Unsere Arbeitshypothese: das Arbeiten mit KI muss weniger technisch erlernt als vielmehr "kulturell eingeübt" werden - und der naheliegendste Rahmen dafür ist nicht allei…
Die re:publica hat dem Boomer Stefan emotional und inhaltlich eine Menge gebracht. Sie hat mir Mut gemacht, da sich viele junge Menschen engagieren. Doch natürlich sind da auch Fragen und Sorgen. Der besonders persönliche Teil 3 meiner #rp25-Impressionen.
Calamus 18 City of my walks and joys!
A celebration of Manhattan. I love Whitman's embrace of cities as being just as vital as nature unspoiled. It reflects the humanist aspect of his joy in the world, not a Thoreau-like rejection of civilization.
I also love that Whitman is writing about cruising the streets, making eye contact with potential lovers, celebrating offerings of love.
as I pass, O Manhattan! your frequent and swift flash of eyes offering me love
Offering me the response of my own—these repay me,
Lovers, continual lovers, only repay me.
Whitman punched up the first line in later editions, escalating to "City of orgies, walks and joys!"
Både mindfulness och känsloreglering ingår också som delar i Idrottshoppet, så det är värt att beakta eventuella risker med dessa metoder.
Kan Suicide zeros nya material faktiskt öka risken istället för att förebygga självmord?
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Warum ich bei der Klimakrise keine Hoffnung mehr habe? Weil das Wort Kapitalismus nicht mal mehr erwähnt wird.
Was soll das?
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Warum ich bei der Klimakrise keine Hoffnung mehr habe? Weil das Wort Kapitalismus nicht mal mehr erwähnt wird.
Was soll das?
https://www.instagram.com/p/DKR8nWlRtZi/
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Calamus 17 Of him I love day and night
A disturbing poem about death, the death of a lover, the death of a city, the death of the poet. And Whitman's own dismissal of death, or at least of memorializing it.
Reading this as someone who grew up in the 80s, I can only read this in reflection on the AIDS crisis. Of my own community's deaths.
And I found that every place was a burial-place,
The houses full of life were equally full of death
The poem doesn't offer any solace in this reading. It is just a marker of death and being exposed to so much death that we are inured to it.
Speaking of "Adhesiveness" in 1960 David Hockney made a painting titled Adhesiveness. Which arguably depicts Walt Whitman fucking David Hockney, the labels 23 23 and 4 8 being a basic numeric code. Along with We Two Boys Together Clinging these two early works are Hockney referencing Whitman and being explicit about being gay. More info in this article and this one.
Calamus 16 Who is now reading this?
A funny little poem, omitted in later editions. On the surface it's a challenge to the reader and a chance for Whitman to establish himself as self-aware. Claiming his own flaws.
But the text drips with some latent queer meaning
as if I do not secretly love strangers!
(O tenderly, a long time, and never avow it ;)
A secret love that you can never avow? Hello! At least it's tenderly and a long time.
This seems as good a time as any to link Whitman's Boys, a good recent piece considering Whitman as a queer man and what that means to us in current times. It's a nice overview of some queer theory and is even-handed.