Keep Walkin’
#good stuff
do androids dream? [listen] - electrical wires run like veins under silicone skin. but who’s to say they aren’t truly alive? (this mix follows an a.i. as it starts to discover the range of human emotions - mainly love - until it can no longer function.)
i. breathe - télépopmusik // ii. the son of flynn - daft punk // iii. intro - alt-j // iv. metropolis - kraftwerk // v. genetic world - télépopmusik // vi. human - ellie goulding // vii. intriguing possibilities - trent reznor & atticus ross // viii. between two points - the glitch mob ft. swan // ix. bride of deluxe - cliff martinez // x. bloodflood - alt-j // xi. reflections - daft punk // xii. sweet dreams (are made of this) - emily browning // xiii. hand covers bruise - trent reznor & atticus ross
How did you die? It’s not often we see Crowley’s smirk slip from his face. We saw it in 8x02 when Plutus tells Crowley he doesn’t have a soul. We saw it in 8x17 when Naomi called him a cockroach. We saw it in 8x23 when he realizes the Winchesters might actually kill him. Crowley knows what he is. He’s a demon, the lowest of the low, and as their king he embraces it for all its worth, but he still doesn’t like being reminded of it.
He used to be human. Used to be a little boy who just wanted his mother’s love, and she could not give that to him. We know she abandoned him at a young age, and we know somewhere along the way Crowley sold his soul.
We know from how we’ve seen Hellhounds kill on the show, like on 2x08, that they don’t have to tear their victims up, and oftentime will just scare them to death. We know from Dean’s experience with them in 3x16 that the victims often hallucinate before being taken, taunting them and pushing them to suicide.
It wouldn’t surprise me in the least if Crowley really did die in a gutter, covered in his own sick. No matter how he died, we know it wasn’t pleasant. And as ambular-d pointed out, his avoiding Rowena’s question only seems to confirm that. No wonder he just wants to be loved.
Ah wait is Sierra Skye’s Mother?!! OOOOOH Okay
"You want her dead too, Damar. I know you do. But you're the leader
of the rebellion and don't want to kill someone wearing a Starfleet
uniform. Let me do it for you."
I like everything. Or at least I did, for 48 hours. Literally everything Facebook sent my way, I liked—-even if I hated it.
It’s so funny that I stumbled upon this article this morning, because I woke up irrationally livid at Facebook anyway. Why? Because for a while now, I feel like FB has been closing me in a box, and unless I play by their rules, I am losing access to the people who want to be reached by me.
I have almost a million followers on FB. But I reach a very small percentage of people with every post on average. And this isn’t by my fans’ choice. Not a day goes by when I don’t see comments like, ‘Hey why am I not getting your updates anymore?” I’m helpless to explain exactly why, but I have a good inkling.
In order to scale with the number of people we collect on our accounts, FB has had to implement technology to filter our feeds. Because they’ve learned that “social” media is just that, and we can’t just dump people when we get bored with them or want to move on in life. So the FB algorithm filters my content based on how many likes people make on the things I share. (Because closing people into interest pockets makes it easier to make money on them, I get it.)
So how do I, as an individual, fight this type of “downgrading” of certain types of content I share? Well, I could cater to the algorithm more. I could do this by sharing things I know will be popular!
Easiest way to do that? Share pictures of my face, my body and things based on my appearance.
This sucks.
Yes, I guess this is human nature to give feedback on our appearances, that’s why we’re swimming in a world of selfies. But because our new virtual statuses are built on this type of feedback, it is training us to output things that will be popular, and that, in turn, tells women that achieving high statuses online means sharing things about their looks. To the detriment of anything else. Or else get buried and excised from the people around you. In a sense, we’re hostage to the algorithm.
Who thinks this is a good thing?!
And I think this is more than just about my own online engagement, it’s about FB specifically. I see way less of this on other platforms, this filtering of “everything but the most reinforced” content. FB is training people to feed the algorithmic machine with things that will please the most mainstream. Reinforcing the median taste level. I think this methodology is marginalizing people who think out of the box, closing them in enclaves of people who only like exactly what they like. Trapping us in our own echo chambers of reinforcement, where we’re not influencing or being influenced by opposing thoughts. And in addition, we’re being tricked into believing that our small worlds are much bigger than they really are in the grand scheme of things.
Neither of these things is helping anyone’s reality.
I don’t think it’s healthy. Or good for us as a society. I think the internet is an amazing place, where you can connect with people who are like you, and be accepted when you don’t feel accepted in real life, but the drive to make money and clean up the platform to scale properly is not helping us, it’s taking the good things about what the internet can do to the opposite extreme.
Don’t look for my account to share more selfies than usual, or pictures of me in cute outfits. That’s not my style. Look for me to share the exact same stuff I always do.
Unfortunately, you might have to go way out of your way to look at all.
Cityscapes Jeremy Mann
Come with me, Arya. I’ll take you to safety.
Safety?! Where the fuck’s that? Her aunt in the Eyrie’s dead. Her mother’s dead, her father’s dead, her brother’s dead. Winterfell’s a pile of rubble.