Since people enjoyed my conversation with @exit_org about life in woke big tech as a white guy, sharing some funny moments:
1) HR announces that 3% of workforce is now disabled - and they intend to increase those numbers. Worried looks from colleagues (what are they planning?)
2) Social organizer plans team social at some quite radical gay bar to be progressive. Small group of compliant normies attends and emerges looking shellshocked
3) We’re instructed to paint shapes on each other’s faces at a ‘summer party’. An autist - without comprehension - paints a star of David on Jewish girl’s forehead. Palpable uneasiness
4) VR social in one of those warehouses in an attempt to be inclusive - you don’t need to be able bodied! Someone projectile vomits in the studio
5) Newly hired recruiter asks at a company forum if Armenians count towards diversity targets. Armenian contingent visibly furious
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The medieval Icelandic hymn 'Hear, Smith of the Heavens' is hauntingly beautiful.
Yet the vision of God as a smith seems conflicted, echoing an ancient pagan understanding.
🧵 on Catholic 'inculturation' in a strange time of kings, demons, myths, miracles, and warring faiths:
"Heyr himna smiður" (literally "Hear, smith of the heavens") is a medieval Icelandic hymn.
It written on his deathbed by chieftain and poet Kolbeinn Tumason in the 13th-century, as his head was caved in by a rock.
It is haunting, lamenting, and conflicted. It is perfectly Christian and yet laden with pagan imagery.
It begins:
"Hear, smith of the heavens,
what the poet asks.
May softly come unto me
thy mercy.
So I call on thee,
for thou hast created me.
I am thy slave,
thou art my Lord."