There are two major regressions in civilization I'm most afraid of.
1. That we stop using vaccines due to antivaxers hysteria.
2. All music going to be back on vinyl.
There are two major regressions in civilization I'm most afraid of.
1. That we stop using vaccines due to antivaxers hysteria.
2. All music going to be back on vinyl.
What attributes make a good person:
1. Empathy: Good people are capable of comprehending and sharing another person's emotions and experiences.
2. Honesty: They prioritize truth, avoid deceit and uphold integrity.
3. Respect: They recognize and appreciate the inherent dignity of all individuals.
4. Altruism: Good individuals often prioritize others' needs and well-being, even at a cost to themselves.
5. Kindness: They are friendly, generous, and considerate.
6. Responsibility: They take ownership of their actions and their consequences.
7. Fairness: A good person treats everyone equally, without prejudice or favoritism.
8. Patience: Good people understand that everyone has their own pace and processes, offering their time and patience to others.
These qualities, though simple, require consistent effort to maintain. Being good also means continually striving to better oneself, learning from personal mistakes, and aspiring to contribute positively to the world.
It seems that a lot of people find it impossible to express opinion about the war in Israel without writing long paragraphs of text. Or giving up completely and blindly falling for one another side. These are definite signs of cognitive dissonance.
Maybe I can help.
The problem here is because it's not a single dichotomy - Palestine vs Israel.
It is 2 different dichotomies.
1. Military: Israel vs Hamas
2. Civil: Palestinian vs Israeli
If you put this way it feel a lot easier to settle your position.
As for me, on number 1, I support Israel. I don't think I need to clarify why I'm not on Hamas side. At the same time, on number 2, I want to help Palestinians, because they suffer the most in this war. I'm not that worried for Israeli people. I know they can take care of themselves and they seems to be doing fine.
The last year events in Ukraine made everyone guess about what happens in the heads of those who currently rule Russia. This is a fruitless task, you can never know. However we can talk about generational trauma experienced by Putin and those around him. This is indeed a tragedy of the last soviet generation of Russians. Many could get a glimpse of that tragedy when Putin was sincerely mourning the collapse of The Soviet Union as the greatest geopolitical catastrophe.
Who are they, Putin and the generation of my parents, born around early 50s to mid 60s. Their childhood comes on the 1970s, arguably the most prosperous years in the soviet history. Those were the golden years of the USSR, The Brezhnev's era dubbed Real Socialism.
To understand the essence of the tragedy try to imagine the environment for Putin and children like him growing up in 1970s? First they know about themselves they are elites. They live in Moscow or Leningrad, in a well off or middle class families. Their parents involved in the party work, KGB or holding a middle to high position at some factory. They are not simple proletariat. They get a better slice of everything. Better schools, which sometimes can arrange a trip abroad for the best students. Summer in the best Socialist Youth resorts in Crimea. Their life is good even by the western standards of middle class families at the time. But the critical point is that they are isolated from the other Russia, they see very little of it, if see it at all. For them that's the norm, everyone they know have life like that.
Their education, especially history and social sciences were heavily soaked with propaganda myths. They were told the glorious stories of their ancestors who fought the great war and build a new country from the ground up. Industrialization of the most agrarian country in 10 years, the great leap forward, first man in space, the list goes on. They were taught that they live in the greatest country in the world and their parents and grandparents gave them all that prosperity.
Here is the tragic part comes. Imagine growing up in these conditions, being regular teenager or young adult doing foolish things as you should. First you get constant nagging from older generation about your life choices and that you take everything for granted. They would say: We fought for you in the great war or were breaking our backs in the factory to give you all that, and what are you doing with your life now. You are not grateful enough for all that good life you get so easy. Thanks to that our last soviet generation coming to adulthood with a sense that they did nothing worthy in their lives compared to those who came before them.
In the 1980s they bring that guilt and insecurity to adulthood, trying to prove themselves capable to continue the work of their fathers. Which is normal, but then the worst happens, the country collapses. So their predecessors gave them the great country, ready to use and advance into even greater future. But they not just didn't achieve anything great themselves, they've lost everything that their fathers entrusted them with.
Important remarks before we move forward. Of course the problem here is in our boomer's predecessors, who were utterly incompetent, who ruined the country and lied to their children about how great everything was. That is why you should keep in mind that when people talk about Soviet Union, even today, many have two opposite images peacefully leaving together in their heads. One is the image of the great country, basically everything from school books and movies. Second is Sovok, a derogatory term soviet people come up with to describe the system inside the country that directly governed their day-to-day life. So back in late 1980s, early 1990s everyone loved or at least respected the first image and everyone hated or wanted to reform the second. In the modern day Russia people who like to talk about how great the Soviet Union was either too young to know or completely forgot about what it was like to live inside Sovok.
Now back to our boomers. Bearing the guilt and in a partial denial about the USSR collapse, they embraced a new democratic Russia. Because honestly everyone was tired of soviet system from the inside (aka sovok), even those in KGB. At least it was true in early 1990s. They were trying to embrace the west and western political elites. It goes well at first, but later they discover that western world is not the way they imagined it and democratic political systems are not going easy even on those who literally just crawled from under the rock. Political reality hits them hard, because in the past they were protected by the shield of Soviet Union, where their fathers drew for them a completely distorted picture of the world. Now they have to face the world all by themselves without any idea how everything works. Consequently many of them fail and get disappointed in "the western ideals and values" and prefer to crawl back into the world they understand. The curse of being the elite hunts them here, they see that everyone who close to them have the same issues, so they assume it's true for the majority. They can't accept the fact that it's only them who cannot accept the outside world. They can't see that younger generations of Russians see themselves as part of a modern world. Luckily in 2000s oil and gas prices went up and our boomers had tons of money to mask for their discordances with the world.
Here they are now. Putin, Patrushev and other members of The Security council. Former KGBs who were in charge of the state security and in whose hands the state collapsed. For them outside world is alien and difficult to understand. They tried facing it but got bruised by political arrogance of foreign democracies and their own feeling of self-entitlement.
P.S.
One lesson from that: Don't over do it with teaching about greatness of the past. No need to create insecurity in your future generations.
Even going through forth decade of my life I never thought I will discover something new about myself.
In general I consider myself a stable and very conservative about my life and surroundings. Order and predictably makes me calm and relaxed. I always imagined that this is what I was longing for. Direction that defines my life, making it more orderly but at the same time boring and uneventful. But looking back at my life I can’t say it was stale. All major life choices I made does not look like choices of a person who’s unwilling to take a risk.
Looking closer at all major events that turn my life around I think I made an unexpected discovery. They all seems to be driven by one nagging thought in my head. That thought growing bigger and bigger with time screams: “Nothing lasts forever!”. The more stable things are and more comfortable I feel the bigger it grows.
That makes me do preemptive strikes on my life’s order. Radically deconstruct my life and move forward. From one point you might think it’s good. I’m going away from stagnation and degradation. Always growing into something new.
However, the reflection I made is that this is a feeling, an instinct not a rational thought. It’s based on my fear of loosing predictability and order in my life. It’s a fear and I don’t I have control over it. It’s not rational.
It’s beyond my control because even for the most stable and reliable parts of my life, the things I would never consciously change, even if I resist the change wholeheartedly, that fear takes the control and does things I would never consciously do.
Another new thing I understood is that order and predictability is not when something is stagnant. For me order and predictability is when things are growing and developing. When there’s a direction. When they stop to develop fear starts to grow and takes control. Because when something stops growing the only thing left for it is to die. But you never know when. And that is when unpredictability triggers the fear. Basically every time I look at stale parts of my life another nagging thought keeps popping up “Is it dead yet?”.
I destroy things as a way to create more order. That fear of loosing predictability makes me create chaos and that fear is totally defined my life.
There are lots of tragic and not so much events happen around you every day. But only some days they get somewhat close and you feel like something is changing. Something is about to unfold.
Today I found out my friend died from cancer. We weren't close but we made some good memories together. He was that kind of a nice person who leave unfairly early but remembered by everyone they've met. Even for a brief moment.
Yesterday a woman fell out of the window in our building. I didn't notice anything until I came out on the balcony and saw the police and medics. I saw one medic trying to resuscitate her and another checking his wrist watch. The moment you know, it is over. The first time I witnessed someone actually die right in front of me.
Also today my boss said he's going to leave the company. He's basically a founder of our team and many other things in the company I still have no idea about. It's a critical moment when the founder leaves everything to his successor.
All that makes me feel like I'm at some important moment, a turning point for others but not for me. A reflection moment. A reminder not to stay stale, move forward and treasure every second.
Оставляю тут для истории. Вангую.
1. Приемником Путина и соответственно следующим президентом будет Собянин.
2. Путин как отэц нации и почетный кормчий пойдет в Госсовет.
English. This is me trying to be an oracle.
1. Putin's successor and future Russian president going to be Sergey Sobyanin (currently Moscow mayor).
2. Putin himself will "retire" as a head of State Council (just recently created).
I'm going to repost this (or fb will remind me) in around 2024 presidential elections (or whenever they going to happen).
Three fellowes wenten into a pubbe,And gleefullye their handes did rubbe,In expectatione of revelrie,For 'twas the houre that is happye.Greate botelles of wine did they quaffe,And hadde a reallye good laffe.'Til drunkennesse held fulle dominione,For 'twas two for the price of one.Yet after wine and meade and sac,Man must have a massive snacke,Great pasties from Cornwalle!Scottishe eggs round like a balle!Great hammes, quaile, ducke and geese!They suck'd the bones and drank the grease!(One fellowe stood all pale and wanne,For he was vegetarianne)Yet man knoweth that gluttonie,Stoketh the fyre of lecherie,Upon three young wenches rounde and slye,The fellowes cast a wanton eye.One did approach, with drunkenne winke:"'Ello darlin', you fancy a drink?",Soon they caught them on their knee,'Twas like some grislye puppettrie!Such was the lewdness and debaucherie -'Twas like a sketche by Dick Emery!(Except that Dick Emery is not yet borne -So such comparisonne may not be drawne).But then the fellowes began to pale,For quaile are not the friende of ale!And in their bellyes much confusione!From their throats vile extrusione!Stinking foule corruptionne!Came spewinge forth from droolinge lippes,The fetide stenche did fille the pubbe,'Twas the very arse of Beelzebubbe!Thrown they were, from the Horne And Trumpette,In the street, no coyne, no strumpette.Homeward bounde, must quicklie go,To that ende - a donkey stole!Their handes all with vomit greased,The donkey was not pleased,And threw them into a ditche of shite!They all agreed: "What a brillant night!"
I tend to go with philosophers from Voltaire to Mill to Popper who say the only solution is to let everybody have their say and then try to figure it out in the marketplace of ideas.RIP Culture Wars
But none of those luminaries had to deal with online comment sections.