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First in person Daily Poor meetup scheduled in 20 minutes at Richie's Grocery in Dollar Bay
Phocron at Daily Poor Meetup 12.26.24
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Remembering when @Phocron led us in song at the meetup at Richie's Grocery in Dollar Bay. Good times.
A kid I'm teaching just said "erm, what the sigma." It's over. Thomas has defeated me.
You could do this all day, finding jobs (many of which are urgently hiring with no experience) near houses those jobs could easily pay for.
But there's a paralyzing fear about actually doing this, even temporarily. What would mom and dad say if you chose to become a postal clerk in small-town Iowa for a few years? What would women say on dates?
The limits of "acceptable success" appear to be so narrow as to be unobtainable, and a belief in a mythical past where our forerunners didn't have to move across the country to find their Mayberry persists in spite of all evidence showing that such a world never really existed.
It is amazing how anxiety about social status can cause people (even very intelligent people) to lose touch with reality and ignore very basic rationality. That anxiety will drive people to re-write history, and to compare themselves to whatever is on TV -- until they are miserable, anguished, and indignant.
Absolutely poisonous mentality. As soon as you shake it off, all of the sudden, everything seems possible and there are literally more fantastic opportunities out there than you can even pursue.
But there's a paralyzing fear about actually doing this, even temporarily. What would mom and dad say if you chose to become a postal clerk in small-town Iowa for a few years? What would women say on dates?
The limits of "acceptable success" appear to be so narrow as to be unobtainable, and a belief in a mythical past where our forerunners didn't have to move across the country to find their Mayberry persists in spite of all evidence showing that such a world never really existed.
It is amazing how anxiety about social status can cause people (even very intelligent people) to lose touch with reality and ignore very basic rationality. That anxiety will drive people to re-write history, and to compare themselves to whatever is on TV -- until they are miserable, anguished, and indignant.
Absolutely poisonous mentality. As soon as you shake it off, all of the sudden, everything seems possible and there are literally more fantastic opportunities out there than you can even pursue.
You should never send any of your children to college. If you do, you are a lib.
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You should never send any of your children to college. If you do, you are a lib.
The Cathedral stands in concrete towers,
Where priests of progress shape the mind,
Through lecture halls and wasted hours,
Leave old beliefs and truth behind
Each department serves its role
In crafting true believers new,
While admin priests demand their toll
To shape the faithful's worldview
They manufacture thoughts in line,
Each graduate a temple's drone,
The state religion's grand design
Spreads outward from its college throne
Your children go in whole and clean,
Return with spirits crushed and broke,
Four years of debt to fund this scene
Of minds now bound to bear their yoke
Your daughter comes back with colored hair,
Your son returns with a darkened soul,
These temple grounds breed deep despair—
The price of progress takes its toll.
Where priests of progress shape the mind,
Through lecture halls and wasted hours,
Leave old beliefs and truth behind
Each department serves its role
In crafting true believers new,
While admin priests demand their toll
To shape the faithful's worldview
They manufacture thoughts in line,
Each graduate a temple's drone,
The state religion's grand design
Spreads outward from its college throne
Your children go in whole and clean,
Return with spirits crushed and broke,
Four years of debt to fund this scene
Of minds now bound to bear their yoke
Your daughter comes back with colored hair,
Your son returns with a darkened soul,
These temple grounds breed deep despair—
The price of progress takes its toll.
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The Cathedral stands in concrete towers, Where priests of progress shape the mind, Through lecture halls and wasted hours, Leave old beliefs and truth behind Each department serves its role In crafting true believers new, While admin priests demand their…
25 years from now, at the rural Ontonagon Antiversity's discampus, on the second day of the winter unsemester, after having handed out the countersyllabus on the first day, during a delecture on the Phobosophy of Dr. Poor for a dis-course on abnormative ethics, Contraprofessor Eino Maki—an unfaculty member in the antihumanities counterdepartment—looked at his class, pointed at the above poem's ultimate line, and asked, "By 'progress,' did Dr. Poor mean 'progress' as in social and political progress or 'progress' as in personal progress towards a respectable profession and wealth?" His destudents, looking up at him in confusion, answered, "none of us are phobosophy unmajors, so please dumb down the discurric." Not a single destudent in his counterclass ungraduated that year. Sad.