🇺🇦 #NowPlaying on KEXP's #VarietyMix
Wu-Tang Clan:
🎵 Da Mystery of Chessboxin’
#WuTangClan
https://sivickbeats.bandcamp.com/track/wu-tang-clan-da-mystery-of-chessboxin-sivickbeats-remix
https://open.spotify.com/track/4xOTVtbCPcfxMs2hSt9D6i
snow outside my window while I am looking at more of last year's flower pictures
#bloomScrolling #begonia #orange
🇺🇦 Auf radioeins läuft...
Stefanie Schrank:
🎵 Shapeshifter (Edit)
#NowPlaying #StefanieSchrank
https://stefanieschrank.bandcamp.com/track/shapeshifter
https://open.spotify.com/track/6z2D28EBf22B6Z8tfeAKzv
The Curated Self as the New Delusion
There is a specific, modern anxiety that is difficult to name. It is not the dread of a specific event, but a low-grade, constant hum of disconnection. It’s the feeling of living in a world that is eerily frictionless, a world that reflects your own thoughts back at you with placid, unwavering agreement. It is the anxiety of a consensus of one; the quiet, digital loneliness of being the only person in your own universe.
Beware thoughts that don't have a specific subject.
"It was decided..." — who decided?
"Users want..." — which users?
"We are..." — who is "we," and who is not "we"?
When writing, these formulations obscure your meaning. To make your writing clearer, get rid of them.
When reading, these are red flags, weasel words. Someone is trying to oversell their case, and hoping you won't notice.
My coffee machine broke down. (Dramatic, I know.) I have to get a new one quickly. I want something specific that appears to be not widely available, and I wonder if anyone has recommendations. I want to have coffee made once, consumed over multiple ours. Heating plates make it taste terrible, coffee should go into an insulated pot.
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Finally some research into the decision making processes for #cycling infrastructure!
https://www.sciencedirect.com/science/article/pii/S2950105925000476