Constant

Handcuffed tight
In a chain of events

The count to 10, or 20 or 30

The walk around the block

Knowing when it is time to leave the meeting

Knowing when it is time to leave

Some move

Some move to rage

In the cage

Image lets you

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Things she said: weaponized fragility

Things she said
Broke me down and left me shattered

From Stephen Maher, “Jordan Peterson and the big mistake of university censors“. Maclean’s, November 17, 2017:

But there is something sick-making about the growing bureaucratization of safe spaces, the culture of human resources departments imposing itself on campus, the idea that the universities must protect students from being confronted by uncomfortable ideas.

You can’t learn to think without debating…

Campus activists have weaponized fragility, imposing the safety culture of the elementary school where it does not belong…

…But the world is not an elementary school, and we’re not doing students any favours by pretending that they can go through their lives without ever having their feelings hurt.

Today I saw her face in all the papers
A smile to empty out a lion’s cage

Every other daystore promise

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Nik Kershaw: Dancing Girls

Another comparatively rare circumstance where the video seems to fit the song well:

Song by Nik Kershaw. Released in 1984, from his debut album, Human Racing.

No director credit readily ascertainable, though most of his videos during this period were directed by Storm Thorgerson.

Bring on the dancing girls
Take off the twilight

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“I talk all the time. I have to fish.”

Comment of an acquaintance, as to how he met his current girlfriend, who works in the same building.

Turns out there are lots of lessons on conversation to lead to alleged connection.

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Transubstitute II

In relation to “Transubstitute“, concerning views in relation to transubstantiation, Neil Remington Abramson commented as follows:

I don’t know why the bread and wine wouldn’t be symbolically (or even really) the body and blood of Christ. If you believe… As Gabriel Marcel might say, it is a mystery. If God is unfathomable, unknowable and all powerful, what are his limits and how would we know?

It is part of the scientific attitude of our society that everything must be known and reduced to banality. But then at least we know, and can’t be fooled, but then later new evidence surfaces to indicate maybe we were wrong all along.

But then, at least finally, we do know for sure, until the next new evidence proves that we maybe were still wrong after all. And science is about discovering new evidence. There is no end to it and the doubt that it produces.

Transubstantiation is a mystery. You don’t know and will never be sure – or maybe you will be sure, but will you be right? You don’t know for sure.

If you have faith, then you know and will not be consumed with doubt.

In addition, it is man – some men – who condemn others for life, with no hope of forgiveness and reconciliation.

God is not like that.

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Project City

…or rather, some towns, it seems. Various members of the law firm find that there are concentrations of criminal and family matters in certain smaller communities, where major industry is long gone. Younger people seem to spend longer periods living with parents and living on some form of social assistance. No aspirations to work. Lots of time on their hands. Lots of legal troubles as a consequence. Lots of time to fight in family files, and not much else to do except go to court in relation to family or criminal matters. With the legal fees all publicly paid for.

Point came up in discussion as to why these people have evidenced little desire to try to find work elsewhere. Comparing the history of the Maritimes, where people would regularly leave communities to obtain work elsewhere in Canada. Except, perhaps, if they were living in fishing villages, and expected employment insurance to cover the months when they weren’t fishing.

If there are no jobs in the town, why does one stay there, year after year, on social assistance, as opposed to having some desire to become economically self-sufficient and financially contribute to family from afar?

It appears that, in some communities, there are values of self-reliance, while in others, there are shared values of sitting around, as long as the social assistance is still coming in.

One person suggested that this provides support for the notion of a guaranteed annual income. Others might say that it is an argument for social assistance being conditional on making efforts towards self-sufficiency, including moving to locations with better prospects.

Then there is the problem of “out-migration” and not coming back.

Take me down…

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If you gotta believe in something

…why not believe in me?

Pointer Sisters, 1976. From the movie Car Wash. Written and produced by Norman Whitfield. Included in motion picture sountrack, plus a “Best of” 1976 collection.

Referencing Richard Pryor playing religious poser in the movie:

Song heard earlier today, playing out from a bar.

Take the chain off your brain

Believe beyond

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