u/SignificantStay4967

Anyone run into this issue and have any advice? I have been trying like hell to get their head to stay on and the MFer will not glue stably.

She's the absolute best.

One of my favorite things is when people of other faiths invoke Islamic prayers (correctly) in a serious and spiritually sincere way. One of the reasons I started to become religious again (a long time ago) was through the band mewithoutYou, a Philly-area post-hardcore band with a (very thoughtful and mature) Christian outlook, but one thing that stuck with me was lyricist and frontman Aaron Weiss's use of "Ya sabur, subhannallahi, a'udhu billahi minash-shaitanir-rajim, al-hamdu lilllah, bismillahir rahmanir rahim" in the lyrics of a song for and about his mother -- it was a prayer his mother taught him when he was a child. I always found that detail profoundly touching, and it's always been this dimension of faith -- the feeling of familial love -- that has kept me here when the world seeks to part me from mine. I just wanted to say that you all are a part of that love -- we may disagree sometimes but it makes me happy and strengthens me to know that there are people out there, siblings in faith, who are earnest and serious in their love of God, and through God, their love of each other. I think that's why it sometimes feels easier to talk to a devoted, conflicted, earnestly seeking Catholic than it does to talk to a doctrinaire Muslim. The Community of God extends out past the borders of the shape each individual faith takes.

Just wanted to get that off my chest. Thanks, all.

I still think this is maybe the single worst set of arguments about the game that I've ever read. The author acts as though DE's treatment of communist thought is identical to its treatment of fascism, which is to sneer at everything equally. That's a paper-thin surface reading that misses the game's deep, almost embarassing sincerity about the communist ache: the pale as the accumulated weight of humanity's forgetting and abandoning each other, the whole emotional architecture of Revachol as a city that had something beautiful and had to watch it be crushed. The mockery of Harry's communist posturing isn't the authors mocking communism; it's the game's depicting what political cynicism and self-loathing do to one's ideology when one adopts it as a posture rather than living it.

I don't know. It just comes across as someone who cares more about preserving the inviolate truth of their own particular ideology than interrogating why humans fail, what those failures mean and what they're rooted in, and what it can tell us about the past and the future. I think that's a particularly pathetic failure mode for a writer.

I choose not to identify as any particular type of Muslim other than "constant seeker" because I don't really know enough to ever say I'm done, here are my beliefs, they will not change. I think I'm a little too fallible for that to ever be true.

I love Hafez and Abu Nuwas, Rumi and Ibn al-Farid (Khamriyya is certainly allegorical but it's hard to say it's purely allegorical -- one needs to know what wine is in order to compare it to divine love, even "before the vine was created.") Khayyam is transgressive and Al-Hallaj even more so, but nobody argues they are not a part of our tradition and history.

I was recently reading commentary by Shahab Ahmed's book What Is Islam? The Importance of Being Islamic and I found his arguments troubling and compelling.

>Ahmed's core argument is that orthodox Islamic scholarship commits a category error by treating juridical prohibition as the master key to what Islam is, which forces wine poetry into the position of either embarrassing exception or convenient allegory. His counter is that across the Balkans-to-Bengal complex for roughly five centuries, the Divan of Hafez and its wine were experienced not despite Islam but as Islam; this tradition operated simultaneously across multiple registers of truth (legal, mystical, poetic, philosophical), held contradiction as a tension essential to the experience of being a Muslim at that time, and that privileging the juridical register as definitionally primary is itself a late historical accident. The "flattening" is the retrospective collapse of a genuinely capacious tradition into a single prescriptive dimension. It makes Hafez, in the minds of many who care to engage, a problem to be solved rather than evidence of what Islam, historically and humanly, actually was.

It's telling, I think, that Harun al-Rashid and Abu Nuwas were such close friends (and drinking buddies). I'm curious what your thoughts and feelings are, salikan. Wishing you all peace.

I'm curious about... I guess you would say more "exotic" metals. I'm autistic and my favorite metals are copper and tungsten. I'm not too worried about skin discoloration but I'd prefer not to be, you know, poisoned by my jewelry. Are metals like copper, bronze, and tungsten alloys okay to wear occasionally in lobes/septum/industrial? (To clarify: I am asking about the metals themselves, not the color.)

¡Che, tengo muchas ganas de realizar esta visita, ya que soy une académique que estudia la vida y la obra de la poeta Alejandra Pizarnik. Ella creció en Avellaneda, pero vivió en el barrio de Palermo hacia el final de su vida.

Tengo entendido que Palermo está... 're copadito', ¿no?—pero un poco en su propio mundo, je. Por lo que parece, tal vez la zona haya cambiado mucho desde finales de la década de 1960. Palermo Soho mediante — ¿qué onda tiene Avellaneda actualmente? ¿Sigue siendo un lugar re industrial, o también se ha gentrificado?

También me gustaría visitar el Cementerio Israelita de La Tablada; ¿debería preguntar con antelación si está bien visto? ¿Se considera de mala educación llevarse un calco o un boceto, o dejar un pequeño obsequio o recuerdo para Alejandra? Pizarnik significa mucho para mí como investigadore como amante de su poesía.