The Conditional Button
The mid-block crosswalk at a flashing-yellow pedestrian signal does work. A pedestrian presses the button, the overhead lights flash yellow, drivers slow or stop, and the pedestrian crosses. The system responds visibly, with no covert work happening underneath. The button does what it claims. But the same system also fails, often, in ways that have nothing to do with the button itself and everything to do with what is wired several layers behind…
Lola being an adorable little princess on a blanket pedestal
#Caturday #cats #CatsOfMastdon
This remains much harder to talk about, family violence I hadn't really had in my mind for a long time. I had several entries from most days, writing after each treatment, fragments of thoughts that I may expand on later.
CW for the lined text: abuse dynamics, gun violence, #PTSD/#CPTSD stuff
https://hexmhell.writeas.com/decisions-ptss-5-day-1-entry-2
Lust auf eine Banane?
#Podastempfehlung: https://www.publiceye.ch/de/wir-muessen-reden-public-eye-spricht-klartext
Ibogaine, a naturally occurring compound from a shrub native to Africa, is used to treat depression, anxiety, addiction, post-traumatic stress disorder and brain trauma.
Because it's illegal in the United States, Americans have been traveling to unregulated clinics, often in Mexico or the Caribbean, to take the drug.
Trump intends to sign the executive order as soon as this week, to allow its use in research
The administration doesn't plan to reclassify the drug …
Curiously enough, my own small PTSD flashbacks are easily assuaged only when I imagine that someone else is really, really, 100% happy and content.
Heute bei den A-Tagen in Potsdam ein toller Vortrag von Jörg Bergstedt zu Protestformen und ihren Qualitätsmerkmalen. Auch ein toller Einblick in Proteste in Gießen zu Gen-Getreide und Verkehrswende
Mehr infos: https://direct-action.siehe.website
Today, I learned that emacs can access remote files:
/ssh:<host>:<path>
Why do I feel like I should have known this like thirty years ago?
On the first day of the #PTSD intensive, we talked about the shooting. I had felt like I was done with that, that it didn't have anything left for me. But there was something still that filled me with rage... that is still confusing and enraging.
It wasn't actually being shot. I wasn't even the possibility of death. I had been prepared to die. I always knew that was possible. It was something else.
I remember Marc Hokoana's face as he pepper sprayed pacifists, smiling and taunting, joyfully hurting people who he knew were refusing to respond. I remember their flags, the kek flag, literally a Nazi battle flag replaced in 4chan colors with the clover 4chan logo instead of the swastika. How many people have been tortured, have died? How much suffering, that these people not only welcomed but celebrated, joyfully participated in.
The cruelty was the point. It was the plan, the plan he posted to Facebook, the same plan as they have always had, of torturing people until someone responds and then murdering them. Inflicting trauma, responding with overwhelming force, showing how "big and strong" they are because they can always escalate.
Try to stop someone from peppers praying people, they shoot you. Shoot back, like Michael Reinoehl, and they send a death squad for you. But we keep standing up, so they keep escalating to the slightest imagined infraction. Now they just murder you for being in a car, for filming at a protest, for existing.
The bar for what justifies murder or torture will continue to move lower until there is no one left, or until they can no longer escalate.
The feeling of helplessness is still not the biggest thing though. It's the joy with which they inflict this on us. That's it. That's the thing.
CW: gun violence, abuse dynamics
https://hexmhell.writeas.com/the-creature-ptss-5-day-1