Queer Canine Becomings
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BTW, and maybe this is a question for the PHDs in the room (@George-K @Doctor-Phibes @bachophile) but in these articles (and in PHD dissertations) is there like a competition to come up with the most confusing word salad titles and usage of confusing "big words" as possible?
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Sorry, but I could not understand whatever it is she it trying to study. LOL
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Sorry, but I could not understand whatever it is she it trying to study. LOL
@taiwan_girl said in Queer Canine Becomings:
Sorry, but I could not understand whatever it is she it trying to study. LOL
It's almost like she asked ChatGPT to come up with an abstract with as many Trump-baiting words as possible to see how long it is before he references this absolute bullshit of a study, 555.
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BTW, and maybe this is a question for the PHDs in the room (@George-K @Doctor-Phibes @bachophile) but in these articles (and in PHD dissertations) is there like a competition to come up with the most confusing word salad titles and usage of confusing "big words" as possible?
@89th said in Queer Canine Becomings:
BTW, and maybe this is a question for the PHDs in the room (@George-K @Doctor-Phibes @bachophile) but in these articles (and in PHD dissertations) is there like a competition to come up with the most confusing word salad titles and usage of confusing "big words" as possible?
This is the title and abstract of one of the most celebrated math papers of recent history.
The entropy formula for the Ricci flow and its geometric applications
We present a monotonic expression for the Ricci flow, valid in all dimensions and without curvature assumptions. It is interpreted as an entropy for a certain canonical ensemble. Several geometric applications are given. In particular, (1) Ricci flow, considered on the space of riemannian metrics modulo diffeomorphism and scaling, has no nontrivial periodic orbits (that is, other than fixed points); (2) In a region, where singularity is forming in finite time, the injectivity radius is controlled by the curvature; (3) Ricci flow can not quickly turn an almost euclidean region into a very curved one, no matter what happens far away. We also verify several assertions related to Richard Hamilton's program for the proof of Thurston geometrization conjecture for closed three-manifolds, and give a sketch of an eclectic proof of this conjecture, making use of earlier results on collapsing with local lower curvature bound.
You probably don't understand what's going on here, and neither do I.
I think it's OK and in fact expected to use technical jargon in research papers written for a community of experts.
The problem is not the jargon itself. The problem is she uses the jargon to hide that it's all drivel and ridiculous nonsense.
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Can you imagine the conferences she/they goes to?
9:00 Weaving Majesty: The Socioeconomic Implications of Imperial Apparel
10:00 The Emperor's Fabric: A Post-Modernist Approach to Leadership Studies
11:00 Textile Sovereignty: The Emperor's Garments and the Limits of Perception
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A love story.
Jon and Chloe met in the shifting ecologies of a cityscape where bodies, machines, and organic matter coalesced in queer, posthuman intimacies. Their first encounter was mediated by a liminal presence—Milo, a rescue dog whose affective entanglement with Chloe extended beyond traditional human-animal binaries. Milo, with his wiry fur and knowing eyes, had learned to sense Chloe’s shifting emotional states, and when Jon reached out to scratch behind his ears, it was not merely a moment of tactile pleasure but an exchange of kin-making, a recognition of more-than-human affective circuitry.
Jon, a self-identified cyborg in a world that had long privileged the boundaries between flesh and metal, was drawn to Chloe’s ability to inhabit multiple relationalities at once. She was a becoming, a fluid articulation of lesbian-feminist kinship that resisted domesticated containment. Together, they walked the streets where the neon hum of surveillance drones blended with the scent of wet pavement, their bodies synchronized not in ownership but in mutual recognition of shared vulnerabilities.
Their intimacy unfolded in layers—Chloe teaching Jon the quiet, embodied language of canine communication, Jon introducing Chloe to the synthetic rhythms of cybernetic poetry. They read aloud to each other, voices vibrating against the pulse of the city’s electric heartbeat. Chloe recited Haraway’s cyborg manifesto in whispers, as Milo lay stretched between them, his body the bridge between their affective worlds.
One evening, beneath a sky thick with data streams and the spectral residue of machine-learning algorithms, Chloe reached for Jon’s hand. “What does it mean,” she asked, “to love in a world where flesh is no longer the only measure of being?”
Jon squeezed her fingers, their calloused warmth grounding her in the now. “It means rewriting the boundaries of intimacy,” he murmured, “letting our becomings bleed into one another.”
Milo exhaled, a slow, knowing breath. He understood. He always had.
In their entangled existence—human, canine, cyborg—they crafted a love that resisted singular definition, a queer ecology of tenderness shaped by circuits of care, flesh, and fur, always in motion, always in becoming.
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A love story.
Jon and Chloe met in the shifting ecologies of a cityscape where bodies, machines, and organic matter coalesced in queer, posthuman intimacies. Their first encounter was mediated by a liminal presence—Milo, a rescue dog whose affective entanglement with Chloe extended beyond traditional human-animal binaries. Milo, with his wiry fur and knowing eyes, had learned to sense Chloe’s shifting emotional states, and when Jon reached out to scratch behind his ears, it was not merely a moment of tactile pleasure but an exchange of kin-making, a recognition of more-than-human affective circuitry.
Jon, a self-identified cyborg in a world that had long privileged the boundaries between flesh and metal, was drawn to Chloe’s ability to inhabit multiple relationalities at once. She was a becoming, a fluid articulation of lesbian-feminist kinship that resisted domesticated containment. Together, they walked the streets where the neon hum of surveillance drones blended with the scent of wet pavement, their bodies synchronized not in ownership but in mutual recognition of shared vulnerabilities.
Their intimacy unfolded in layers—Chloe teaching Jon the quiet, embodied language of canine communication, Jon introducing Chloe to the synthetic rhythms of cybernetic poetry. They read aloud to each other, voices vibrating against the pulse of the city’s electric heartbeat. Chloe recited Haraway’s cyborg manifesto in whispers, as Milo lay stretched between them, his body the bridge between their affective worlds.
One evening, beneath a sky thick with data streams and the spectral residue of machine-learning algorithms, Chloe reached for Jon’s hand. “What does it mean,” she asked, “to love in a world where flesh is no longer the only measure of being?”
Jon squeezed her fingers, their calloused warmth grounding her in the now. “It means rewriting the boundaries of intimacy,” he murmured, “letting our becomings bleed into one another.”
Milo exhaled, a slow, knowing breath. He understood. He always had.
In their entangled existence—human, canine, cyborg—they crafted a love that resisted singular definition, a queer ecology of tenderness shaped by circuits of care, flesh, and fur, always in motion, always in becoming.
@Klaus said in Queer Canine Becomings:
A love story.
Jon and Chloe met in the shifting ecologies of a cityscape where bodies, machines, and organic matter coalesced in queer, posthuman intimacies. Their first encounter was mediated by a liminal presence—Milo, a rescue dog whose affective entanglement with Chloe extended beyond traditional human-animal binaries. Milo, with his wiry fur and knowing eyes, had learned to sense Chloe’s shifting emotional states, and when Jon reached out to scratch behind his ears, it was not merely a moment of tactile pleasure but an exchange of kin-making, a recognition of more-than-human affective circuitry.
Jon, a self-identified cyborg in a world that had long privileged the boundaries between flesh and metal, was drawn to Chloe’s ability to inhabit multiple relationalities at once. She was a becoming, a fluid articulation of lesbian-feminist kinship that resisted domesticated containment. Together, they walked the streets where the neon hum of surveillance drones blended with the scent of wet pavement, their bodies synchronized not in ownership but in mutual recognition of shared vulnerabilities.
Their intimacy unfolded in layers—Chloe teaching Jon the quiet, embodied language of canine communication, Jon introducing Chloe to the synthetic rhythms of cybernetic poetry. They read aloud to each other, voices vibrating against the pulse of the city’s electric heartbeat. Chloe recited Haraway’s cyborg manifesto in whispers, as Milo lay stretched between them, his body the bridge between their affective worlds.
One evening, beneath a sky thick with data streams and the spectral residue of machine-learning algorithms, Chloe reached for Jon’s hand. “What does it mean,” she asked, “to love in a world where flesh is no longer the only measure of being?”
Jon squeezed her fingers, their calloused warmth grounding her in the now. “It means rewriting the boundaries of intimacy,” he murmured, “letting our becomings bleed into one another.”
Milo exhaled, a slow, knowing breath. He understood. He always had.
In their entangled existence—human, canine, cyborg—they crafted a love that resisted singular definition, a queer ecology of tenderness shaped by circuits of care, flesh, and fur, always in motion, always in becoming.
Wow! @Klaus can write Harry Potter FanFic!
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BTW, and maybe this is a question for the PHDs in the room (@George-K @Doctor-Phibes @bachophile) but in these articles (and in PHD dissertations) is there like a competition to come up with the most confusing word salad titles and usage of confusing "big words" as possible?
@89th said in Queer Canine Becomings:
BTW, and maybe this is a question for the PHDs in the room (@George-K @Doctor-Phibes @bachophile) but in these articles (and in PHD dissertations) is there like a competition to come up with the most confusing word salad titles and usage of confusing "big words" as possible?
Don't ask me, my medical specialty is in Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis rather than hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia.
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@89th said in Queer Canine Becomings:
BTW, and maybe this is a question for the PHDs in the room (@George-K @Doctor-Phibes @bachophile) but in these articles (and in PHD dissertations) is there like a competition to come up with the most confusing word salad titles and usage of confusing "big words" as possible?
Don't ask me, my medical specialty is in Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis rather than hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia.
@Doctor-Phibes Always knew you'd pick the easier degree.
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It’s so gay and retarded.
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@Mik said in Queer Canine Becomings:
Why do our emojis all look like Jabba the Hutt and Big Bird's love child?
Because the emoji set sucks. Our "old" emoji set is currently not working and I'm waiting for the developers to fix the bug responsible for it.
