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My grandmother is dying.

Shes old and her body is failing, just as we expect all bodies to. Today, I will travel out of my city and to my parents. We will cry and mourn for someone who has yet to pass.

Tomorrow, I will hold her hand and feel her paper thin skin. I will sit in a white room with machines attached to her making everything easier for her. My family will all be there from all corners of the globe and we will honour her.

It will be done without ever worrying about bombs.

To see her, though wretched and painful, though like cutting my heart out of my chest with a dull bread knife, is a privilege that so many people don't get.

I can walk in and out of the hospital without a bullet piercing my skull. I can eat food to comfort myself without having to steal it from my dogs. I can feel only grief with no fear of my own safety interwoven with it. I will be safe travelling 3 hours with working public transportation to parents I know are alive because I can text them. If she ends up being in too much pain, she can be given morphine.

Yes "life goes on" and yes "you've got your own things" but think of Gaza. Think of Raffa. Think of their grief which is multiplied by tenfold with no home to go back to. With entire families reduced to nothing in seconds. My heart hurts and I hate watching someone I love so dearly die, but I will never truly understand nor fathom the magnitude of the pain that Palestine is experiencing right now.

To be undisturbed in life is a right so few are being given today. To be undisturbed in death is holy, yet soldiers take joy in desacrating.

My grandmother has had the privilege to live a long and happy life. How many people from Gaza, who are children today, will be able to say the same in 50 years time?

#palestine #free palestine

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So this was originally a response to this post:

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Which is about people wanting an AO3 app, but then it became large and way off topic, so here you go.

Nobody under the age of 20 knows how to use a computer or the internet. At all. They only know how to use apps. Their whole lives are in their phones or *maybe* a tablet/iPad if they're an artist. This is becoming a huge concern.

I'm a private tutor for middle- and high-school students, and since 2020 my business has been 100% virtual. Either the student's on a tablet, which comes with its own series of problems for screen-sharing and file access, or they're on mom's or dad's computer, and they have zero understanding of it.

They also don't know what the internet is, or even the absolute basics of how it works. You might not think that's an important thing to know, but stick with me.

Last week I accepted a new student. The first session is always about the tech -- I tell them this in advance, that they'll have to set up a few things, but once we're set up, we'll be good to go. They all say the same thing -- it won't be a problem because they're so "online" that they get technology easily.

I never laugh in their faces, but it's always a close thing. Because they are expecting an app. They are not expecting to be shown how little they actually know about tech.

I must say up front: this story is not an outlier. This is *every* student during their first session with me. Every single one. I go through this with each of them because most of them learn more, and more solidly, via discussion and discovery rather than direct instruction.

Once she logged in, I asked her to click on the icon for screen-sharing. I described the icon, then started with "Okay, move your mouse to the bottom right corner of the screen." She did the thing that those of us who are old enough to remember the beginnings of widespread home computers remember - picked up the mouse and moved it and then put it down. I explained she had to pull the mouse along the surface, and then click on the icon. She found this cumbersome. I asked if she was on a laptop or desktop computer. She didn't know what I meant. I asked if the computer screen was connected to the keyboard as one piece of machinery that you can open and close, or if there was a monitor - like a TV - and the keyboard was connected to another machine either by cord or by Bluetooth. Once we figured it out was a laptop, I asked her if she could use the touchpad, because it's similar (though not equivalent) to a phone screen in terms of touching clicking and dragging.

Once we got her using the touchpad, we tried screen-sharing again. We got it working, to an extent, but she was having trouble with... lots of things. I asked if she could email me a download or a photo of her homework instead, and we could both have a copy, and talk through it rather than put it on the screen, and we'd worry about learning more tech another day. She said she tried, but her email blocked her from sending anything to me.

This is because the only email address she has is for school, and she never uses email for any other purpose. I asked if her mom or dad could email it to me. They weren't home.

(Re: school email that blocks any emails not whitelisted by the school: that's great for kids as are all parental controls for young ones, but 16-year-olds really should be getting used to using an email that belongs to them, not an institution.)

I asked if the homework was on a paper handout, or in a book, or on the computer. She said it was on the computer. Great! I asked her where it was saved. She didn't know. I asked her to search for the name of the file. She said she already did that and now it was on her screen. Then, she said to me: "You can just search for it yourself - it's Chapter 5, page 11."

This is because homework is on the school's website, in her math class's homework section, which is where she searched. For her, that was "searching the internet."

Her concepts of "on my computer" "on the internet" or "on my school's website" are all the same thing. If something is displayed on the monitor, it's "on the internet" and "on my phone/tablet/computer" and "on the school's website."

She doesn't understand "upload" or "download," because she does her homework on the school's website and hits a "submit" button when she's done. I asked her how she shares photos and stuff with friends; she said she posts to Snapchat or TikTok, or she AirDrops. (She said she sometimes uses Insta, though she said Insta is more "for old people"). So in her world, there's a button for "post" or "share," and that's how you put things on "the internet".

She doesn't know how it works. None of it. And she doesn't know how to use it, either.

Also, none of them can type. Not a one. They don't want to learn how, because "everything is on my phone."

And you know, maybe that's where we're headed. Maybe one day, everything will be on "my phone" and computers as we know them will be a thing of the past. But for the time being, they're not. Students need to learn how to use computers. They need to learn how to type. No one is telling them this, because people think teenagers are "digital natives." And to an extent, they are, but the definition of that has changed radically in the last 20-30 years. Today it means "everything is on my phone."

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#writing

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with the expansion of work-from-home, I think it would be appropriate and delightful if OSHA started investigating landlords for providing unsafe working conditions. "there's no carbon monoxide detector in this home office (bedroom). The paint in this home office (living room) contains illegal levels of lead. This home office (tiny studio apartment) contains so many safety violations we are shutting down the entire business (rent collecting) until things are up to code."

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Art by Aeron Ng

#art

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#find again tag #deadloch

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I cannot stop thinking about the scene where barbie first cries and she looks around the park to see the people and she sees loneliness, and fights, and sadness, but she also sees laughter, and love, and hope, and she cries, and she laughs, and she looks, and watches the reality that is being alive. There is ups and downs and it is far from perfect but at its very core, it’s beautiful, and important.

This is the first time she sees what being alive truly is, beyond the side effects she started experiencing, beyond her first interaction she had with the real world. This was the first time she stopped and really watched where she is, WHO she is.

#barbie

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oh u can have this post i don’t want it

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unbothered king

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Heya lads, a couple life updates for you as I've been pretty silent on this account and I feel I need to explain myself a bit.

I'm currently in uni doing creative writing (second year!) And it's kind of taken over my life so I'm not often working on fanfic anymore and I have to focus more on original work. I am however reediting my For Pity LokixOFC fanfiction because I've (in my opinion) improved in writing and I want to have my work reflect that.

I'm also now a dude, autistic and adhd riddled. I mean I was always those things but now I have words to the feeling which has been incredibly turbulent (thank you 4 year waiting list to speak to a therapist about being diagnosed Transgender).

I'm not abandoning this blog, what would all those poor p*rn bots who have recently followed me do! But I will probably be posting more original content rather than headcannons or fanfictions, however if you do have any requests pop them into my inbox and I'll see if I can get round to them.

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#help

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H2O just add water but it's 40 year old office worker Dave

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Nietzsche believed that you’ve gotta be able to think about suicide before you can move beyond wanting to kill yourself because only once you’ve accepted it as an option can you make the choice not to do it, and the alternative, to deny the urge and ignore it, would inevitably cause you to cave to the unaddressed desire you have for it.

And the dude was right. 

The rogue’s gallery of psych students and junior practitioners on this hellsite have hijacked my post about not being mean to yourself to explain to people how actually what I’m talking about is cognitive-behavioral therapy, and how it involves disciplining yourself to never talk negatively about yourself and how it’s important to check with a therapist that you’re doing it correctly, and like, this is why I don’t trust and can’t stand these people.

Being your own friend is a holistic process, there aren’t exercises you can do or therapy methods you can apply, which is why most people relapse almost immediately after stopping CBT or DBT, because they haven’t actually made any progress in how they look out for themselves, they were merely thrust into a disciplinary regimen where they are taught to engage in habits which their therapist then holds them accountable to, and so, without that therapist, they fall apart again.

Not being mean to yourself doesn’t mean censoring self-deprecating humor, it doesn’t mean snapping a rubber band on your wrist when you have a negative thought, it means taking time to sit down and think about yourself as if you were another person, to really take stock of who you are from as objective a perspective as you can muster, and if you really want to grow, realizing that this person you see can’t grow if the person closest to them, which is you, spends all their time berating them and making them feel like shit.

Being friends with yourself is not a series of therapeutic exercises, it’s challenging yourself to evaluate why you’re a dick to yourself in a way you aren’t to other people, or maybe you are a dick to other people, and maybe you want to be a dick to yourself, which is goofy as fuck, but if you’re still suffering, maybe ask yourself why the fuck you want to be such a dick, the answers may surprise you.

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hey so this morning I noticed that I had been tagged in 10 new raybans scam posts in the past 5 hours, so here’s your reminder to turn on two-factor authentication if you haven’t already!

you can’t set it up from the app (at least not for ios) but you can do it from the mobile or desktop website version

I’m not sure how they’re getting control of blogs, but if you get tagged in a one of these posts or get send a DM with a suspicious link, don’t click it (and delete the message if you can!)

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If you're celebrating Biden's win, consider celebrating by donating to a bail fund, planned parenthood, or the Navajo Water project.

Your action to help the marginalized shouldnt end at presidential candidates and voting.

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when it’s november 1st

#video #find again tag #what???? #what