2024-12-20
It's funny when life imitates art. I'm reading Anna Karenina right now and in one scene, two brothers are arguing over giving access to education to everyone, including peasants. One of them lays out the facts. The other considers the facts and more or less thinks, "yeah, but I just don't care." I feel like I see this argument play out over and over again, but not everyone is as willing to admit that they don't care or have a personal vested interest in what is "right" or "true." So how can you argue with those people, then? Is it even worth arguing with them?
Can you force people to care about something? If appealing to logic doesn't work, does one have to appeal to emotion? Authority? What do you have to do?
On a sillier topic, I had an argument with my mom about something. She wanted me to do something for the sake of looking better in front of other people. But I don't care about that. Literally nothing she could say would make me change my mind. It was an example of clashing values. I just found it funny how it kinda mirrored the same conversation in Anna Karenina between Levin and his brother.
Anyway, I'm not a philosopher, and I'm bad at rhetoric, but it's something I think about sometimes. No answers, only questions.
2024-12-18
I had my first final exam of the semester yesterday, which explains this late week note. It was an essay exam and I had to hire a proctor in order to write it. I didn't even know that was a thing! But apparently it is so. I went to a small local college and took my exam in an empty classroom. There was the proctor there who supervised my exam. I haven't been in a classroom since my first degree so all of a sudden, it felt real that I am back to school. I don't think I did very well, I've never done well with timed essays. It's just so much pressure! Oh well. It is done now.
Anywho.
The last week was a bit quiet. Over the weekend, I spent most of it studying for finals. We did hold a party for my aunt and one of my cousins (he is not her son, just another cousin I have). My brother cooked karioka. It was deliciouuus. Karioka is like a ball of deep fried glutinous rice. It's more denser than mochi, and its outer texture is like fried bread. My brother made salted caramel to drizzle over it and it was the perfect touch! It was a fun time but a party on a Sunday is never a good idea. I was suffering from Monday blues the day after.
In media news, I'm still reading Anna Karenina. I've switched to reading this full time because I want to finish it by the end of the year. It's 900+ paged book and I'm on page 300 so I might have a fighting chance, hah.
I am caught up on the manga, Ao no Hana, Utsuwa no Mori. It's honestly so good. The last chapter was a bit, hmm for my tastes. The story is coming to an end but I feel like the ending that's coming up is being wrapped up too neatly, especially after a lot of tension. Maybe the last few chapters will turn out differently.
Someone recommended I listen to AKRIILA. I took a listen to one of their latest albums and it's actually really good! She's Chilean and according to Rate Your Music, she makes alt-pop. I'm terrible with genres but I'd definitely say it's electronic club-type music. A lot of autotune so if that's not your thing, I'd stay away.
This week, my top artists were: Mitski, AKRIILA, NewJeans, The Strokes, G-DRAGON, Julie Christmas, Green Day, and Sufjan Stevens. Julie Christmas came onto my radar after @HailsandAles mentioned her. I really enjoy her, she kinda reminds me of Queen Adreena or Daisy Chainsaw. Kind of sludgy metal. Worth a listen!
2024-12-15
Recently my morals have been tested. I think I'm a little too wishy washy with my values. I have a lot of little if-clauses that I tend to insert, which makes my moral ground, shaky. Fuck J.K. Rowling and anyone who is an unabashed fan of Harry Potter in the year 20204, she's a transphobe. A former member of a band I love just passed away who was a transphobe, but I am sad about his death. I boycott Starbucks because they're anti-union and "neutral" on Palestinian genocide, but it's hard for me to give up eating meat, even though that results in the death of millions of animals. I'm generally anti-violence, but I can't help but feel schadenfreude over the recent CEO murder. I could go on.
Some people may say all of the above is performative. I don't think my actions results in a dent in Starbucks's coffers, I just couldn't forgive myself if I gave them a dime. The real acts of solidarity are even harder. Like taking time out of your day to volunteer, to protest, to build community, to start something grassroots. That requires effort.
Bottom line is that being a good person requires sacrifice, foregoing convienence, being okay with discomfort, going against the grain, putting aside your own needs and desires, and being consistent in all of the above. Which is hard.
This post is brought to you by the video "Solidarity is supposed to be hard" by Elliot Sang, the words of my friend Kiwu about goodness which has swirled in my head ever since, and a post on the fediverse by Maya which I may or may not actually get the gist of but probably proves her point entirely.
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