Jewish mama - 'don't tell me what to do, and don't tell me what to say' - health, healing & nutrition
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We are the beauty, the meaning, the spark of divinity in this world.
AI is our reflection in the literal and figurative meaning of the word.
If and when we find meaning and beauty in AI art, it will be our own reflection we see. It is meaningful because we deem it so.
The only thing that gives music any value at all, just like any other art form, is that it is an expression of the human soul. AI generated music is worthless and will always be worthless and no amount of technological advancement can ever change that. I’m sure an AI can generate something that sounds like a symphony. But it can never create anything with a fraction of the value or meaning of Beethoven’s 9th. If you can’t see that, then you are intellectually and spiritually deformed. I don’t know how else to put it.
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Did the complaints pile up?
Why was does it seem the cancellation was top down instead of bottom up?
The Sheeran hate is excessive. Set aside Mack for a sec. I took my daughter to a concert of a singer whose base skews probably similar to Sheeran. If the opener had shown clips of a war on the big screen and ranted abt that war I guarantee you the complaints would’ve piled up.
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I love how save for a few little details, this could very nearly have been shot in Williamsburg today.
A postcard of three elderly Jewish men seated and conversing on a bench in Warsaw, captioned in German and Polish as "Jüdische Politiker" ("Jewish Politicians"). Interwar period. In color, original in comments.
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I don't think the average mom fantasizes about killing her kids, but I do believe mothers can have violent, desperate fantasies of being single, childless, not existing, not being needed by anyone or anything.
I knew everyone was crazy now, but I didn’t know it was this bad. Do yall think all these women have seriously considering doing that to their kids? What is happening?
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Ehhh I don't buy it. Irish jokes aren't part of your typical Chassids repertoire. Maybe Polish, Hungarian, Litvaks.
Never heard chassidim cracking jokes at the Irish...
I was at an extremely jewish restaurant yesterday like where chasids eat and i overheard the owner telling a joke to patrons but just the punchline which was “and he didn’t understand because he’s irish… and the irish are so stupid!!” and all the jews erupted w laughter lmfao
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Can someone explain the little watering can style olive oil dispensers? Doesn't the open spout cause the oil to oxidize?
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Sometimes I think the most charitable understanding of anti-Semitism is "if you can't join em, beat em"
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Disregarding quality of life, has the percentage of happy people compared to miserable people shifted over the last thousand years?
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Very curious if all the strong opinions about this are because it could be incorrect or because it's not divine?
I am begging people to please not engage in any way, even negatively, with Torah content written by AI. Not even negatively.
Ignore it. Mute it. Just don’t address it.
Let’s not make it a thing, or allow it to become one.
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Just like live edge, raw wood, just like hammered metals, raw diamonds, green glass, impressionist art.
Whatever machines master becomes worthless, because we don't desire beauty as much as we desire the divine.
AI overfits and hyperstimulates certain tropes which then become recognized as slop markers. Like the em-dash in text.
5 more years of this and actual ethereal beauties won’t even be able to get a date. Men become attracted to cellulite, wrinkles, other marks of reality
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It's not only fathers who can feel this.
Mothers can feel the same way.
And it's not about loving or hating your children.
This is about an inability to play, to be at peace, be present.
It's about feeling like you need to escape (into work, drugs, drinks, relationships)
Am I just a monster? It's been 4 years since I became a father and I'm beginning to fear for my soul. The truth is I just don't like being around kids for very long. Historically, this is not uncommon among fathers, but today it feels almost illegal. It's causing me a lot of confusion and anguish.
The ideal amount of time I would like to spend playing with my kids is probably about 70-140 minutes a week—roughly ten minutes each day, maybe 2x/day, taking breaks from work. My feelings of love toward them are perfectly strong, but if I have to watch them or entertain them for more than about 10 minutes my blood starts to boil. I just want to be working, or accomplishing something. I try to be grateful, but it doesn't work.
It's 9 AM this morning, Saturday, January 3. It's a sunny, warm day here in Austin, and my four-year-old son is begging me to play catch in the street. I was drinking coffee, still waking up, so I didn’t really feel like it, but at this age his desire to play is insatiable. He begged and begged, so I conceded, and with a smile. I have no problem being a kind and loving father, the problem is only that I do not enjoy it. It's not that I'm trying to maximize my personal pleasure; it just seems wrong that I experience so little delight when my dad friends all claim to experience so much.
It was beautiful. We live on a picturesque, tree-lined block. I am even relatively relaxed from the holiday rest. Playing catch with your son is supposed to be an iconic, peak experience. Yet for every single minute, on the inside, I just don't want to be there. I want to be drinking my coffee in peace. Then I feel guilty and absurdly ungrateful, and ashamed, when we're done. I know that when he is a teenager, I'll long to have these days back. I have all of this perspective rationally, and I've been very patient and steadfast trying to digest it, but nothing fixes me emotionally.
Am I a terrible person? Or is my feeling within a certain range of historically normal and it's modern parenting norms that are off? Whether it's my fault or not, I don't even care, I just want to figure this out. Something is wrong and I no longer have the excuse of being new to this.
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