Blog, page 3
This blog is a dumping ground for all my thoughts. It mostly seems to be about my personal life. In such posts, I stay as close to the truth as possiblei, but things like names or locations have been made fuzzy to protect the anonymity of other people involved.
Back in July, hackers converged on NYC for Hackers on Planet Earth (HOPE). It was supposed to be a celebratory weekend of hacker culture, but the conference was invaded by group of fascist who were there to troll and disrupt the event. After I stole one of the disruptor’s MAGA hats, it spilled over from something that was being murmured about by other attendees and was being carefully watched by antifascists into conflict and public debate about the HOPE code of conduct and whether or not fascist sympathizers should be allowed to attend the event.
i got so used to
screaming into the void
and hearing it scream back
that i never stopped
that actually what i was hearing
were the voices of others
screaming into the void
their words were not a response
but the same cries of
I saw this logo on a jacket, and I wanted it, so I crappily made it into a vector logo. Please use it however you want. This is public domain.
Chemnitz, Germany – During a protest against the German far-right in Chemnitz, paramedics were targeted by right-wing violence and pepper sprayed from a rooftop by a right wing demonstrator while providing medical support to protesters in a police kettle at Johannisplatz, a public square in the city. A medic provided their first hand account to Unicorn Riot of what took place.
This post details the initial development of the DiscordLeaks application as well as the improvements that were made to it both from a UX and technical perspective.
On the night of Sunday the 26th, I saw footage of fascist thugs and gangs of nazis roaming the streets of Chemnitz in broad day light, assaulting people and chasing children. This was the right wing reaction to the arrest of two young men, an Iraqi and a Syrian, in connection to a fatal stabbing in Chemnitz in the early hours of Sunday morning after the Chemnitz Stadt Fest.
Last night a friend sent me a message, one of many such queries into the topics of feminism, masculinity, and the like.
I waited to publish this until I was out of the US, and doing so has the added advantage of it not surfacing until the frenzy has died down a bit. I’m writing this to explain why we did what we did, how we did it, and how we all (you included) might be able to act in such a way again.
Over the years I’ve become more careful and considerate in how I conduct my interpersonal relationships. It wasn’t until after I graduated that I really learned how to be a gentle person in both the my friendships and more sexual or romantic relationships. Sometimes I was a little selfish or uncaring, and sometimes I was just plain clumsy because I hadn’t yet learned how to see the world through others’ eyes.
On an embankment along a river, a youngling sat by themselves.
They dipped their toes into the still waters and traced little circles as they started into the distance. The trees were dormant and bare, with nothing to rustle in the slow, steady breeze. Shapes indistinguishable struggled to manifest themselves into familiar forms, their nature muted by the pale morning light.