Behold the lamb
Behold the lamb
Not one stone
Atop another will stand.
There have been a couple more full circle moments lately. New starts to old ends; resets with fresh means. This is one of them; a return to trying again. Taken at the second session of the @seattledsa new member winter cohort. They used my camera to take a group shot too but posting that one isn’t my style.
Also: remember the communist I bumped into at Folklife? The one I took a portrait of with the Polaroid Go I’d borrowed? I finally popped into one of the cell meetings she coordinates. It was delightful. One of the better Wednesday night Bible studies I’ve been to in a long while, for sure.
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We talked a lot about the false promise of “innovation” under capitalism, so I asked ChatGPT what it thought of the text we were reading. It picked up on a few things, like how “the metaphor of capital as “dead labor” sustained by “sucking living labor” is a vivid critique of the exploitative nature of capitalism. It highlights how accumulated wealth (capital) depends entirely on the ongoing exploitation of living workers, framing the relationship as not just economic but vampiric and dehumanizing.”
I asked it what questions that raises, and it wondered: “Are there parallels between Marx’s “vampire” and today’s technologies, like AI, which seem to outgrow human control while intensifying labor exploitation?”
I told it to keep going, and it concluded: “The vampire metaphor can also be extended to how capitalism exploits natural resources unsustainably, creating environmental crises akin to the economic crises Marx predicted.”
I think you’re on to something, Comrade GPT.
Tis the season
to cast down the mighty,
and the rich,
to be sent away empty.
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Someone on Threads said that Santa is a capitalist, and I had to vehemently correct that error. Santa is the Secretary-General of the Elvenburo of the North Pole People’s Republic (NPPR), and you know it.
All hail to the days
that merit more praise
than all the rest of the year,
And welcome the nights
that double delights,
as well for the poor as the peer.Sweet blessings attend
each merry man’s friend,
that doth but the best that he may;
Forgetting old wrongs,
with carols and songs,
to drive the cold winter away.