Anthony Veasna So 260 pages Ecco (2021) 

Read this if you like: Karen Russell, Jennifer Egan, Alan Heathcock

Tl;dr summary: Various views of the day-to-day lives of Cambodian refugees in California. 

See the book on Bookshop 

My favorite thing about reading fiction is inhabiting a world that it would be impossible to enter otherwise. This what normally draws me to speculative genres, but a book like Afterparties achieves a similar effect. All the stories are rooted in our reality, yes, but a slice of it that I’ve never experienced, seen through perspectives I’ve never heard stories told from before.

That variety of voices made this a very enjoyable collection to read from top to bottom. They strike a nice balance in that regard. All of the voices certainly feel like they belong in the same world, but without reading as too much the same. It helps that it uses a mix of 1st and 3rd POVs (with a smattering of 2nd), shifting the distance for the reader along with the voice and tone. 

Across those distinct voices, though, one constant is absolutely lovely descriptive language. These stories are a masterclass in using distinctive, telling details to immerse the reader in very few words. This starts from the collection’s opening sentence:

“The first night the man orders an apple fritter, it is three in the morning, the streetlamp is broken, and California Delta mist obscures the waterfront’s run-down buildings, except for Chuck’s Donuts, with its cool fluorescent glow.”

One sentence (albeit, to be fair, a long sentence) and the reader has a complete world to sink into, firmly grounded in both space and time. Not only is there an impressive amount of worldbuilding packed into that sentence, but it also introduces a mystery that pushes the reader forward into the story. There are moments like this throughout, where the description is so vivid the scene comes to life in your mind like a movie still. It’s definitely worth a read and study for any writers who are working to improve their descriptive language, especially those who want a case study in how to write descriptions that develop characters and establish a tone, voice, or mood at the same time they build a world.

This tight, powerful language gives the stories in Afterparties excellent energy and a quick pace—and I think that’s another lesson to be learned here for writers. Most of the stories are on the longer side. I appreciated that about it. I prefer a chunkier story that justifies its real estate and these all do that, in large part because of their impact at the sentence level. Every sentence in these stories feels necessary. The trend for short fiction of late has been to go as short as possible, but this is how you write longer short stories that will get picked up by publishers: by getting the reader so absorbed and invested that they don’t even think about the story’s length. They’re just along for the ride as long as it lasts.

I was intrigued by the degree of linking across Afterparties. Each story definitely has its own self-contained arc, and I wouldn’t say there are necessarily any other big-picture arcs at work. There are some characters who pop up multiple times across the collection, though, giving the reader a chance to see them at a few different points of their timeline and from varying angles. This adds history and depth to the world, enhancing that immersion I mentioned above. It’s also a fun effect for the reader—there’s that little “easter egg” feeling when you come across a name for the second time and get the chance to flip back and piece together their timeline from the context clues. I like when a book gives you reasons to get more active with your reading, so I appreciated that aspect of the collection. 

I’m always a smidge skeptical when a book wins a whole ton of awards, but Afterparties earns its hype. It’s a tragedy that Anthony Veasna So died so young—I can only imagine the kind of stories he would have told if he had more time, and this posthumous collection is definitely worth a read for anyone who enjoys sharply written literary fiction.

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A zine chronicling the Conquering the Barbarian Altanis D&D campaign.

This issue details sessions 61, 62, and 63. Adventurers go shopping!

You can download the issue here.

Overlord's Annals zine is available in print as part of the legendary Alarums & Excursions APA, issue 588:

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Traducción del post original en valenciano publicado en mi blog personal: ricardramon.net

Partiendo de la premisa de respetar la estética de “la coentor” valenciana, como un instrumento referencial poético y como una propuesta estética creativa, interpretada e incorporada por los artistas valencianos en su discurso visual identitario, esta obra es un colofón perfecto para la reflexión planteada en este apartado del libro. Ya tuve la oportunidad de conocer en directo la pieza, profundamente irreverente y a la vez síntesis ideal del respeto sentido hacia los valores hiperbólicos vitalistas de la cultura y la estética valencianas.

Curiosamente, una propuesta hiperbólica que recurre precisamente a la economía de medios y la austeridad del vitalismo gótico, para ofrecer una extraordinaria síntesis del espíritu valenciano, con tan solo tres elementos. El juego simbólico y la disposición de estos tres elementos genera, por el contrario, un relato kitsch, propio del “la coentor” más exquisita y pura, extraído de una atenta observación al carácter vital de los valencianos. 

Por un lado, la seriedad implícita y solemne de la figura de Cristo, se contrapone a la expresión, escrita en letras y tipografía de brillantes, con la exclamación “Mare Meua” Esta simple contraposición recoge ya muchas de las obsesiones propias que definen a los valencianos. La veneración hacia la imagen de la Virgen María, ante la figura y la imagen del mismo Cristo, presente desde los orígenes en la formulación identitaria valenciana, nos vincula de nuevo con el vitalismo que nos acerca a una figura humana, no divina, y que además representa el concepto y la idea de Madre, con todas las implicaciones simbólicas que esto representa.

Una síntesis de las dos miradas, la hiperbólica barroca y kitsch de “la coentor” y la vitalista gótica, en una misma imagen. Minimalismo de recursos visuales para crear una reacción estética hipertrofiada y conceptualmente casi perfecta, en el sentido de representación identitaria. El juego de desafío, lejos de caer en la irreverencia aparente, cae en el respeto hacia el nosotros y nuestra forma de ser e interpretar el mundo. Un respeto hacia ese sentido de huir de las interpretaciones literales del mundo, de huir del sentimiento trágico de la vida, sin minusvalorar la tragedia, pero integrándola dentro de una forma de hacer y ver las cosas igual de desdramatizada que pasional y exagerada. Pero exagerada en lo vital, en el sarcasmo, en la idea que, al fin y al cabo, ese grito tan propiamente valenciano de: “Mare Meua” Implica la respuesta a las múltiples acciones y formas de vida hiperbólicas de nuestros conciudadanos culturales, y lo hace con un sentido de descarga emocional y solidaridad compartida, en el hecho de que esconde una sorpresa ficticia. Un “Mare Meua” implica la idea de: qué barbaridad, pero qué barbaridad más propia, más nuestra, más compartida. Sabemos de lo que hablamos.

Pero esta complacencia hiperbólica, compartida, no nos evita ser críticos. La obra de Martina es todo un relato de crítica fina, que podríamos aplicar a tantas y tantas cosas de la cultura valenciana. Al contrario, utilizamos el mismo recurso hiperbólico para estructurar nuestra crítica a nuestras prácticas hiperbólicas, que más que tener la voluntad de eliminar, como mucho nos gustaría matizar, transformar, cambiar, pero no destruir ni disolver, evidentemente, puesto que queremos nuestra cultura, y no se quiere destruir aquello que se ama. Se desea que continúe vivo, y todos sabemos que únicamente el cambio y la transformación permanente, permiten la supervivencia. No ver esto, es certificar un relato necrológico sin darse cuenta de estar ya en el cementerio. 

La expresión con la boca abierta de la calavera, de nuevo hipertrofiada, hiperbólica, situada sobre el rostro de Cristo en la cruz, reivindica con humor nuestra capacidad de reírnos de nosotros mismos, que los fervorosos garantes de las esencias muertas, no toleran. Y lo hacemos, evidentemente, con los recursos estéticos por excelencia de nuestra identidad, el de “la coentor”. Así, esta obra, ríe y pone en evidencia esta actitud esencialista, que hemos visto ejemplificada en los ataques violentos a obras de arte, en acciones serias y afectadas en los gestos, que los adoradores de la muerte hacen valer con instrumentos diversos, y que se van a ver a menudo reflejadas en las acciones políticas de los gobiernos de la ultraderecha que nos tocará sufrir durante algunos años.

Necesitamos, entonces, muchas más obras y artistas comprometidos, para redefinir, ahora todavía con más urgencia, las estéticas identitarias valencianas. Hay que reivindicar, por lo tanto, la estética de “la coentor” como el modelo estético identitario valenciano, en realidad más transgresor y que seguramente resultará más incómodo a las posiciones de los amigos del inmovilismo y el fanatismo necrológico, de los esencialistas identitarios. No hay que decir mucho más en este punto.

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Este texto es un fragmento traducido del libro Pedagogies Visuals de la Identitat Valenciana publicado por Afers Editorial.

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Three to four times a week, I crawl out of bed at 6am and head off to a local gym. On the mornings I am not there, I am trying to get into the habit of going for a walk instead. I work from home 100%, and I have a bad habit of sitting at my desk all day.

Prior to us moving to Goulburn, we lived on the North Shore in Sydney, in a suburb that had the most wonderful canopy and going for a walk was a daily thing for my husband and I. We would go pretty much every day in the afternoon, grabbing a coffee at our local coffee shop and drink it in the local park – weather permitting, before heading home.

But where we live now, there is no canopy, not even a footpath. So going for a walk isn’t really enticing, especially in summer when the sun is beating down on you.

Then I do go for one and remember what we do have and that is we have a big open sky, which I absolutely adore. Just tonight, we were watching the most amazing lightening show during a much needed storm. We could see huge lighting strikes from the sky right down to the ground.

We get some amazing sunsets with pinks and oranges and during the days, the sky can be a brilliant blue. We do get to see more stars than we did in Sydney, but we are still close to town that we are affected by the light from there.

Yeah, I think I am pretty lucky looking at the below pictures, wouldn’t you agree?

Eat Food. Mostly Vegetables. Not Too Much.

Seems like a reasonable approach to me. Especially the not-too-much part.

We had a big group over tonight to watch a movie in the back yard. Our screening was of 1981's Condorman starring Michael Crawford as dreamer/comics artist Woody Wilkins (great alliterative superhero name) along with his pal Harry played by Oliver Reed (He was in everything when I was a kid) and the beautiful and provocative Barbara Carrera as Soviet KGB agent Natalia Rambova codenamed 'the bear'.

It is a silly film filed with garish costumes and villains who drive blacked out Porsche 911s, blacked out speedboats and men in black chasing our hero.

It was a GLORIOUS night. Full moon, a bunch of friends. Laughter and happiness. I wish this feeling for everyone.

All it was missing, was you.

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Angels Envy is my weapon of choice

Now that I'm finally recovering, I'm again infatuated with my girlfriend. This entire week while I've been dying to strep, I've been kinda depressed and had somewhat withdrawals from caffeine / my ADHD medication which definitely wasn't helping. Because of that, and because I was feeling nothing but depressed feelings like exhaustion or numbness, I automatically try to figure out what's causing these feelings. And so I get in my head and think about what's happening in life and I scare myself by thinking it's because I am now in a relationship. But no, it's because I'm sick and have been bedridden for a week. It's never that bad.

Prayers, etc.: * 04:00 – Prayer to St. Michael the Archangel * 07:00 – praying The Angelus * 07:30 – praying the Glorious Mysteries of the Holy Rosary, followed by the Memorare. * 09:10 – Thought for today from Archbishop Lefebvre: To understand the place of prayer in the economy of salvation, we have to know that God foresees not only the actions He wants us to carry out, but He also determines the causes by which they are to be produced, causes which include our own activity but also our prayers. Nothing escapes Him, obviously, not a single one of our thoughts, not a single one of our acts. All of that enters the Providence of God. Thus, in the body of the article, St. Thomas explains, “We pray, not that we may change the Divine disposition, but that we may impetrate that which God has disposed to be fulfilled by our prayers, in other words 'that by asking, men may deserve to receive what Almighty God from eternity has disposed to give.'” * 11:10 – Praying to Atone for Rome's 2025 Jubilee Mascot * 12:00 – praying The Angelus * 16:45 – prayerfully reading The Athanasian Creed, followed by today's Daily Meditation found in Benedictus Magazine. * 18:00 – praying The Angelus * 18:40 – praying the hour of Compline for tonight according to the Traditional Pre-Vatican II Divine Office, followed by Fr. Chad Ripperger's Prayer of Command to protect my family, my sons, my daughter and her family, my granddaughters and their families, my great grandchildren, and everyone for whom I have responsibility from any demonic activity. – And that followed by the Saturday Prayers of the Association of the Auxilium Christianorum.

Health Metrics: * bw= 213.63 lbs. * bp= 126/69 (67)

Diet: * 08:30 – 1 banana, yogurt * 09:30 – toast & butter * 11:50 – garden salad, mashed potatoes, steak * 17:15 – 1 ice cream sandwich

Chores, etc.: * 08:00 – bank accounts activity monitored * 12:00 – tuned into the Notre Dame vs Georgetown men's college basketball game * 14:00 – now watching IU vs South Carolina men's college basketball game * 16:30 – follow news reports from various sources * 19:00 – tonight's Svengoolie.

Chess: * 10:35 – moved in all pending CC games

posted Saturday, 2024-11-16 ~21:20 #DLNOV2024

Since the world of text-based social media seems to be having another shakeup, I felt like this would be a good time to let people know where to find me across all of the places. As of now, I’m using all of these, so follow me on whichever you like.

• Here, obviously (RSS, mailing list)
• Mastodon @collin@ruby.social
• Bluesky collindonnell.bsky.social
• Threads @fishermansporch
• My photo blog (RSS, mailing list)
• Instagram @fishermansporch

Ada banyak sekali rahasia yang Kemayu sembunyikan dari Arkana Wardhana, kekasihnya yang telah menemaninya selama setahun terakhir. Rahasia yang menurutnya terlalu kelam untuk diungkapkan, rahasia yang mungkin akan menghancurkan semua yang telah mereka bangun bersama.

“Mungkin lebih baik nggak kasih tahu,” pikir Kemayu setiap kali rasa bersalah menyelinap. Ia tahu, cinta Arkana adalah sesuatu yang begitu berharga. Tapi ia juga tahu, cinta itu mungkin rapuh ketika dihadapkan pada kenyataan yang pahit.

Malam itu, ia habiskan dengan linangan air mata. Ia menangis tersedu-sedu di sudut kamar yang remang, hanya ditemani bayangan dirinya sendiri di cermin. Menangisi kelemahan yang tak pernah bisa ia taklukkan. Menangisi kenyataan bahwa ia, manusia yang dianggap “gila” oleh sebagian orang, justru harus menerima cinta sebesar itu.

Arkana Wardhana adalah segalanya baginya. Sejak mereka berpacaran, hidup Kemayu kembali berwarna. Hari-hari yang dulu dipenuhi oleh rasa hampa kini terisi dengan kehangatan pesan suara, tawa di tengah malam, dan video call yang sering berlanjut hingga dini hari. “Aku sayang kamu, Ayu,” kata-kata Arkana selalu terdengar seperti mantra yang mampu mengusir segala duka.

Sakitnya mulai berkurang sejak satu tahun lalu, saat dokter memberikan diagnosis: Dysthymia, atau yang dikenal sebagai Persistent Depressive Disorder. Meskipun gejalanya ringan, rasa sedih itu selalu bertahan lama, seolah menolak pergi. Tapi dengan kehadiran Arkana, dunia Kemayu terasa sedikit lebih baik.

Namun, malam itu segalanya berubah. Malam itu, Kemayu memutuskan untuk jujur.

“Aku harus kasih tahu Arkan,” bisiknya pada diri sendiri, meskipun hatinya terasa seperti diremas. Di layar ponselnya, nama “Arkana Wardhana” terpampang jelas. Ia memandangi nama itu lama, sebelum akhirnya memberanikan diri menekan tombol panggil.

“Halo, Ayu? Ada apa, sayang?” Suara Arkana terdengar hangat seperti biasa, dengan sedikit nada penasaran.

Kemayu terdiam sejenak, mencoba mengontrol getar di suaranya. “Aku… Aku mau ngomong sesuatu, Arkan,” katanya pelan.

“Ngomong apa? Kok serius banget suaranya?” Arkana mulai terdengar khawatir.

Kemayu menarik napas panjang, mencoba mengumpulkan keberanian. “Selama ini aku sembunyiin sesuatu dari kamu. Aku nggak tahu gimana mulainya, tapi aku nggak bisa terus kayak gini.”

Suasana di seberang telepon langsung berubah hening. “Sembunyiin apa, Yu? Maksud kamu?”

Dengan suara bergetar, Kemayu mulai bercerita. Tentang diagnosisnya, tentang rasa sakit yang selama ini ia tanggung sendirian, tentang malam-malam panjang yang ia habiskan dengan menangis tanpa alasan.

Setelah mendengarkan semuanya, Arkana terdiam lama. Heningnya membuat Kemayu semakin gelisah.

“Kenapa kamu nggak pernah cerita?” tanya Arkana akhirnya, suaranya pelan tapi tegas. “Aku… Aku nggak tahu apa-apa, Ayu. Kalau tahu dari dulu, mungkin aku bisa bantu.”

“Karena aku takut,” kata Kemayu, air matanya mulai jatuh. “Aku takut kamu pergi kalau tahu. Aku nggak mau kehilangan kamu.”

Arkana menghela napas panjang di seberang sana. “Aku ngerti, tapi…”

“Tapi apa, Arkan? Kamu nggak bakal ninggalin aku, kan?” potong Ayu buru-buru, nadanya penuh harap.

“Ayu, aku sayang sama kamu. Beneran sayang. Tapi aku nggak tahu kalau aku cukup kuat untuk ini. Aku takut malah jadi beban buat kamu.”

“Kamu nggak beban, Arkan!” Ayu hampir berteriak, suaranya pecah. “Kamu itu satu-satunya yang bikin aku bertahan sampai sekarang. Aku cuma butuh kamu, nggak ada yang lain.”

“Aku ngerti,” jawab Arkana pelan, terdengar berat. “Tapi aku nggak mau kalau nanti aku malah bikin kamu tambah sakit. Aku takut aku nggak cukup.”

Kemayu terdiam. Air matanya mengalir deras, tapi ia berusaha menenangkan diri. “Aku nggak butuh kamu jadi sempurna, Arkan. Aku cuma butuh kamu ada.”

Hening kembali mengisi percakapan mereka. Arkana menghela napas lagi sebelum akhirnya berkata, “Yu, aku butuh waktu buat mikirin ini. Aku nggak mau janji yang aku nggak yakin bisa tepati.”

“Aku ngerti…” suara Ayu hampir berbisik.

“Maafin aku, Ayu,” kata Arkana sebelum mengakhiri panggilan.

Kemayu memandang layar ponselnya yang kini gelap. Dunia di sekitarnya terasa runtuh. Di tengah keheningan kamar, hanya suara isaknya sendiri yang terdengar.

Setelah telepon itu, Kemayu merasa kosong. Semua terasa seperti bayangan yang buram, seperti dunia tidak lagi memiliki warna. Ponselnya masih tergeletak di lantai, layar gelapnya memantulkan bayangan wajahnya yang penuh air mata.

Ia merasakan kelelahan yang begitu dalam, bukan hanya secara fisik, tapi juga emosional. Kemayu memeluk lututnya erat-erat, mencoba menenangkan diri meskipun hatinya terasa seperti dirobek perlahan.

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My entertainment focus for today is on two men's college basketball games and one “scary” movie. The 1st game is already completed, and I was glad to see Notre Dame beat Georgetown. My 2nd game is now underway, IU vs South Carolina. Go Hoosiers! Tonight Svengoolie will be showing my “scary” movie: Dr. Phibes Rises Again.

posted Saturday, Nov 16, 2024 at ~2:35 PM #QNNOV2024

Black Friday is quickly bearing down upon us. For those not in the know, Black Friday is the day after Thanksgiving in the US, and traditionally marks the official start of Christmas shopping season, and as such, many vendors, retailers, and manufacturers offer steep discounts on their products and services.

This year, I’d like to start what I hope to make an annual tradition. In this blog post, I’d like to make a list of all known privacy- and security-related Black Friday deals. If you’re reading this closer to a future Black Friday after 2024, check out thenewoil.org/black-friday to be taken to the latest version of this blog. If you spot a deal that isn’t listed here, please send it to me so I can add it. I will try to update as often as I can.

Note that not every service listed here is also listed on The New Oil. The New Oil tries to only list specific services that are relevant to a beginner audience and also meet certain criteria. Anything listed here is not necessarily an endorsement of the service or product. However, I will attempt to list any service I believe is privacy/security-focused, regardless if it qualifies for TNO listing or not. In other words: do your own research before buying anything on this list.

These services are listed in alphabetical order, not order of recommendation or anything like that.

Last but not least, some of the links here are affiliate links that will give us a small benefit if you purchase using them. You can see our policy for affiliate links here.

Ente

(Referral Code FDVPU2 for an extra 10 GB of storage on any paid plan)

Cloud-based photo storage and manager. Up to 65% off. They say this will be their final Black Friday sale only available to early adopters.

Filen

Encrypted cloud storage. Up to 50% off.

Google Pixels

Pixel phones are the perfect devices for degoogled operating systems like Calyx or Graphene. Black Friday officially kicks off on Nov 21, and will include up to $150 off on select devices.

Proton

Encrypted email, calendar, cloud storage, password manager, email aliasing service, VPN, and Bitcoin wallet. Up to 70% off.

Tuta

Encrypted email and calendar, 62% off their Legend Plan.

Standard Notes

Encrypted note-taking app available on all operating systems. 50% off.

StartMail

Private email with unlimited email aliasing. 50% off plus 3 extra months on the annual plan. (Note that StartMail is not truly end-to-end encrypted, but they are privacy-focused.)

Conclusion

I'm not a fan of mindless consumerism. If you need a new phone and Black Friday is your chance to grab a great deal on a phone, great! But if you just saw a discount and went “well, I guess my phone is kind of getting older,” then you're not actually saving money. Don't buy one of these services unless you actually need the features they offer or you use them already and want to support them. But if you fall into one of those categories, hopefully this post will help you score a great deal while supporting a good project. A win-win for everyone.

Leadership, agilité, bonheur au travail...bullshit !, sous-titré En finir avec les idées à la mode et revaloriser (enfin) l'art du management est un essai de Christophe Genoud, publié en avril 2023 chez Vuibert. J’ai découvert ce livre et son auteur dans l’excellent podcast Zéro Virgule consacré au monde du travail et ses travers.

Une critique mordante et ludique des concepts managériaux fumeux !

Votre leadership n’est pas assez authentique ou transformationnel ? Votre agilité laisse à désirer ? Les mindsets de vos équipes ne sont pas encore libérés ? Quant à votre bienveillance, un stage de développement personnel ne serait pas superflu ?

Qui n’a pas ressenti un malaise lorsque, au cours d’un séminaire, l’animateur présente un concept creux mais ronflant ? Ou lorsque notre supérieur hiérarchique nous annonce son intention de se lancer dans une démarche « d’agilience » ? L’atmosphère se fige, personne ne se regarde, de peur de déclencher l’hilarité ou la consternation générale. Malgré les appels insistants à l’authenticité, nous éprouvons des difficultés à faire part de notre opinion, à questionner, à discuter, à réfuter. C’est ainsi que le bullshit managérial se diffuse dans les organisations et les ronge.

Appuyé par les illustrations de Luc Tesson, ce livre dénonce avec un humour mordant le bullshit managérial qui envahit nos organisations et apporte aux managers des solutions concrètes tirées de l’expérience de l’auteur et de sources solides et documentées.

Outre une introduction et une conclusion, l’ouvrage se compose de dix chapitres qui proposent une analyse critique de dix concepts à la mode dans les discours managériaux :

1. Le leadership
2. L’organisation libérée
3. L’agilité
4. La résilience
5. Le change management
6. Le design thinking
7. La qualité de vie au travail
8. La bienveillance et l’empathie
9. Le mindset et la pensée positive
10. Le développement personnel

Dans chacun des chapitres, le ton est volontairement ironique mais l’auteur sait de quoi il parle et présente un argumentaire rigoureux. Son approche est scientifique : étudier les concepts à la mode et en faire une analyse critique pour identifier leurs appuis théoriques, leur efficacité empirique, et leurs effets présumés et réels.

C’est assez jouissif quand on subit ce bullshit managerial quotidiennement dans le cadre professionnel (et désormais politique). C’est aussi instructif car l’auteur maîtrise la sociologie des organisations et sait en expliquer les concepts essentiels.

Tout au long du livre, l’auteur milite pour un management conscient des réalités des organisations, avec ses contraintes, ses intérêts divergents, et ses jeux de pouvoir.

Dans sa conclusion, il préconise de remettre la sociologie des organisations au centre des formations en management. Il va même jusqu’à proposer de fermer les écoles de commerce pour les remplacer par des « écoles de l’organisation » faisant la part belle aux sciences humaines et sociales, avec des bases scientifiques sérieuses, à la fois théoriques et empiriques, plutôt qu’à l’enseignement de concepts abstraits et creux qui n’ont pour effet (et intention) de conserver le statu-quo.

#001997 – 15 de Novembro de 2024

Amanhã, o Gerês. A grande rota, garranos e cachenas, água, tudo verde.

#001996 – 14 de Novembro de 2024

A cobertura jornalística dos desacatos provocados por fãs do Maccabi Tel Aviv foi vergonhosa. Fica em causa o papel da imprensa nas nossas democracias. Tem sido desolador ver a força diplomática de país agressor que executa um genocídio de forma impune. Mas ainda assim foi surpreendente ver o spin fez de hooligans vítimas inocentes. E chocante ver como imagens dessas agressões foram usadas para ilustrar mentiras, para contar a história inversa do que aconteceu na realidade.