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Two Minutes: Power
Power is a very versatile parasite that feeds off belief, which is given. No Power is ever really taken, only given, or coerced over time- it can be demanded, demonstrated, rumored and/or reported, but it is not established until all involved voice their consent that what is on display is, indeed power, and not a display of fear. Once consent is given, an asymmetrical dynamic that is almost impossible to dismantle is established- ideas tend to flourish once they germinate.
Addiction is a much-maligned, muddy word. Until (ca.) the 18th century, it connoted tendency and drive, rather than (self-) affliction. Opium changed that- reportedly.
Lives described as addiction: to the approval and company of peers, to power and its accumulation, to enjoyment and personal satisfaction (to some people, this may be suffering) and to basics such as air, food, water… and possibly even living. When framed this way, and defined in reference to this word, life suddenly becomes a selfish pursuit in which the living will do anything to get their fix, devoted addicts all.
On that note: Marylin Manson - I Don't Like the Drugs, But the Drugs Like Me. Also: Addiction is apparently yellow.
…with a bit of help from all its other grains of rice friends. Not being able to do decent research into nutrition forced me to get a bit creative with this one. And do actual maths. Thanks to Ugur & Silke for their help in this. Extra Info: this is what a single grain of rice looks like close up:
from AMagill on flickr I wonder if a series of single grain infographics would be would be interesting?
There was, once upon a time, a small tribe that lived in a deep jungle. They were migrant farmers, traveling from cultivation spot to cultivation spot, depending on the season and their fancy. In their absence, these spots were often used by other tribes, with the understanding that they would set aside small amount of their harvest. This symbiosis benefited all involved, keeping the soil fresh and turned, providing sustenance for the inhabitants of the jungle
Their traditions compelled them to hospitality and friendliness toward visitors- their words for strangers and visitors translated into "friends-who-are-not-yet-friends" and "visitors-and-we-are-their-friend". If they didn't like someone, they would become "Friend-that-is-not-talked-to", usually adding "until we talk again", implying that ire was temporary and a return to friendship imminent.
One day, they were visited by a random anthropologist. Fascinated by the vocabulary their w…