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from ageru

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Zukunftsdeutung mit Hellsehen, Wahrsagen und Karma Deutung

Wie geht Zukunftsdeutung mit Hellsehen, Wahrsagen oder Karma Deutung?

Die Zukunft erfahren, ist ein Wunsch, der in uns steckt. Doch wie funktioniert die Zukunftsdeutung mit Hellsehen oder Wahrsagen. Und was verrät dir dein Karma über dich und deine Zukunft?

Wer in Kontakt mit einem Hellseher oder Wahrsager kommt, muss sich entscheiden. Entweder ein Hellseher oder ein Wahrsager. Denn die beiden arbeiten auf unterschiedliche Art und Weise. Der Wahrsager bedient sich häufig sogenannter Hilfsmittel, wie beispielsweise der Tarotkarten oder der Astrologie.

Der Hellseher greift weniger auf diese zusätzlichen Deutungsmittel zu. Er arbeitet mehr auf dem Gebiet der aussersinnlichen Wahrnehmungen. Und über diese Kanäle nimmt er häufig auch die Botschaften wahr. Ein guter Hellseher wird auch zu jeder Zeit eine Deutung ableiten können. Eine sehr sichere und schnelle Angelegenheit ist die Zukunftsdeutung beim Wahrsager. Denn die Karten sind rasch gelegt und funktionieren sozusagen immer. Auch ein Horoskop kann auf die Schnelle erstellt werden. Am Ende ist es eine Frage des persönlichen Geschmacks zu welcher Form von Zukunftsdeutung man sich hingezogen fühlt.

Die Hellseher oder Wahrsager finden sich im Internet. Entweder sind es Einzelkämpfer, die ihre Angebote auf ihrer Webpräsenz darstellen. Oder sie sind einem Portal angeschlossen. Manche arbeiten auf beiden Plattformen. Auch hier kann niemand sagen, was die bessere Wahl ist. Doch lese dir die Selbstbeschreibung gut durch. Letztlich muss die Chemie auch ein wenig stimmen, wenn man sein Vertrauen in die Hände eines Hellsehers oder Wahrsagers legt.

Bei der Karma Deutung geht es um dein Leben und die Aufgaben, die sich dahinter verbergen. Es macht Sinn eine Karma Analyse anfertigen zu lassen, wenn du darüber mehr wissen willst. Vielleicht plagt dich auch etwas, was dich in diesem Leben wie ein Schicksal verfolgt. Oder es gibt Konflikte mit Menschen, die immer wieder auftauchen. Das Karma zu analysieren kann dir helfen, einen tieferen Blick in die Geschichte zu werfen und dich selbst besser zu verstehen.


from Projected Reflection

“You really are the gayest person I’ve ever met.”

I shot him a quizzical look as I set my bag down.

“The way you walked up just then – I’ve never seen a guy sway so much.”

I knew what he was talking about. It certainly wasn’t the actuality of what I projected to be my sexuality at the time. It was a punch directly at my feminine behaviours – just wrapped up in a neat covering of casual homophobia.

I shrugged it off.

This wasn’t something I wasn’t used to hearing. Nor was it something I was ashamed of. I’m just a guy in touch with his feminine side, right?

I hated sports, always got on better with the other girls, despised the boisterousness that I was expected to perform, never really understood the excessive competition in everything, nor did I understand the draw to the “boyish pursuits” (not that I could have then, nor now, actually tell you what those are). I refused to allow expectation to define me.

And boy was I familiar with expectation.

It was the daft trends that were the worst; “check your nails!” followed by a large thump in the chest for doing it “like a girl”. Or obsessing over the way I naturally crossed my legs or any other number of other things that I didn’t perform the way I was supposed to. I couldn’t help my instinct. And nor did I want to. I was perfectly happy with my natural inclinations.

So eventually I stopped playing along. I refused to let them try to condition me into anything else. I hated the direction I was being pushed in. I’d never go there. Not for anyone.

But I yearned for something. A hole being left by my rejection. I wanted somebody, anybody, to show me another way. But it never came.

I shrugged it off.

I refused to let expectation define me.


As a child I’d always experienced a distinct and unsettling feeling of disconnect. Firstly from others, lacking any feeling of belonging as categories became more and more socially significant in determining my mixing, and later from myself as I hit double digits.

By now we all know the story: I accept that I’m trans, cut my hair, change my name, beat my endocrine system into submission and live happily ever after. But as ever those absolute narratives of certainty never applied. There never was any grand ascension or revelation that I “really know” nor was a switch flipped that left me truly comfortable.

And I know there never will be.

Whilst I absolutely feel more connected with myself, and slowly moving towards bodily comfort, I know there’s never going to be a perfect overlap. The conditions necessary for me to experience the comfort so often sold to me just aren’t possible. Not anymore. I left far too much too late; allowed fear to rule my life and my body to rule itself against my will. That environment, the course of actions that it prompted, ensured that my body will always be, act, look and feel unexpected. Or so I believe. So I think. So I can’t confirm.

My experience, my growth, the things I have become accustomed to and the anxieties surrounding the formerly forbidden significantly shape my present self-concept. How far do these all penetrate my existence? How deeply embedded in my mind? Must it extend to my body, or am I fabricating an extension of a mentality that I know to be true?

There very distinct and real possibility that I could be have been different. Not that I wouldn’t have been trans – that’s always been there whether I understood and acknowledged it or not. What I am saying is that identity is but a seed of truth that is fed and watered by upbringing and environment; my shape bent to the movement of the sun and the wind and words around me in a kind of sociotropism. My environment was the product of a physicality my mind rejected, and so I rejected that environment to. For everyone’s attempts at it: I was never raised a man. I wanted nothing to do what I was fed. Although I never rejected the label – even embraced it at times – I was forever pushing against what that label brought me: the lessons, the expectations, the roles. None of them felt right. They weren’t mine, and I had no place nor desire to claim them.

Yet nothing was ever offered to replace it. Perhaps my rejection wasn’t noticed, or perhaps there was a push to force me to submit to it. But I was left without stereotypical masculinity, without stereotypical femininity. A void in pace of socialisation. That which I yearned for was never on the table.

I learned to fear femininity. It was a threat: ostracism, ridicule, violence. Never spoken. But ever-present. And credible. And actioned for far lesser infractions than expressing what I felt and trying to fit where at least some part of me knew I belonged.

I sat with that emptiness, and grew ruled by my rejection of what lay outside, and fear of what the outside threatened for that rejection.

How could such a thing not influence me? To grow in such a way, incubated in a bath of hostility and isolation?

All of this compounds to a very simple, yet wildly abstract message: I was not raised a man, I was not raised a woman. I am a woman, but I’ll not try to become one.

Although my new box is welcomed with open arms, I still carry an immense desire to have this one flattened and thrown away as I did the last. I don’t, but much is for convenience's sake. Whilst this box comes with much comfort, and at least vaguely describes my experience, it still remains just a box. To fit requires me to be broken down, bent and contorted into bizarre and unfamiliar shapes. My lack of socialisation left me without interests and knowledge that I should hold. My constant rejection of the outside in pursuit of deep internal truths leaves me disinterested and disengaged with that which I supposedly lack. I am as I say I am, regardless of expectations.

“But wait, how can you be transitioning and not be trying to become a woman?” Because womanhood is rooted in those expectations. In things imparted at a far younger age than when I finally realised I couldn’t put transition off forever.

My transition presented me with a choice: I could seek to fill those deficits in my socialisation, or I could simply walk another path entirely.

At first the choice was obvious: become like everyone else, keep my head down, blend in, shut up and just live a perfectly safe and quiet life. After all, that’s what we’re told we’re supposed to do. Keep transitioning until you’re the only person who knows you’re trans. Forget your horrible and shameful past.

But I soon realised that blending in was hard. It takes time, it takes money and resources I don’t have, it takes hiding myself away out of people's way when – for the first time in my life – I just wanted to get out there and live.

It didn’t take long for me to realise that this narrative of secrecy was not one that we’d written for ourselves. Society had imposed it through danger, assumptions about us, and endless medical gatekeeping. The reality was that there were thousands upon thousands upon thousands of us that were choosing to live openly and visibly, for whom the end goal was not to look like everybody else but to simply feel comfortable.

As I became more and more disillusioned with the things I supposedly “had” to do and enjoy and understand and intuit to have my femininity validated I did something radical: I chose the other path that so many before me had also chosen.

My womanhood is not something to be proven by superficial looks at my interests. Why should I have to subject myself to things that so deeply terrify me because of my treatment in the past? Why not embrace that fear and allow myself to become something that was genuine and authentic to my experiences? Why not simply revel in the fact that my socialisation was largely a vacuum, but for the occasional look over the shoulders of the other women in my life?

Which leads me back to where I started – where is that comfort I’m seeking? What does it look and feel like? What does that make me?

Do I genuinely want something for my body that’s unattainable solely down to the order of the two puberties it’s gone (or more accurately gone and going) through? Or is that nothing but a thought experiment derived from naught but social unease and deviance? Perhaps I truly would have found comfort had I been assigned female at birth, or had I transitioned as a teenager – rather than this convoluted process of wondering if I’d have aimed for subtle masculinisation in such cases? Perhaps having a body that ensured the “correct” socialisation may have led me to feel a deep and genuine comfort? Or Perhaps it’s simply a desire to ensure that even theoretical, but impossible, experiences match the life and experience and person that I am now?

Truthfully, I’ve no way of knowing. I can’t change my past. I can’t change the circumstances of my birth. I can’t undo the things my body was forced through.

But for all this, there is one thing of which I’m certain: I am moving in the right direction for the life I’m living now. Having my body go through all these feminising processes, revisiting puberty in my twenties and countering the masculinisation that happened to me regardless of my consent to it – that’s what’s right for me. I know where my dysphoria is rooted. Some I can change, some I can’t. But all that I can change I feel must change. Not for the rest of the world. Not for some grand narrative. Not to convince the doctors and psychiatrists and panellists and people who I’m supposed to believe know me better than I myself. But for me. My comfort in my form.

But I don’t see it how I used to. I’m not at war against a body I should have, to claim it as my own, but with the body I do have. At some point my body and I will find compromise, call a truce. Understand that there’s no further we can go. That we can embrace the variance that’s left. But that time hasn’t come yet. And I rather expect it to be a long time before that day arrives.

Regardless of my past, my present and my future – I know that I find my comfort in being recognised as the woman I feel I am and should be – both by myself and by others.

Yet for all that I wonder if non-binary might be a label that’s mine? Something to describe the absence of gendered experience and desire even despite my yearning for a decidedly binary perception? And can I truly call myself by that when I feel that it’s generated by the circumstance of my experience than by some inherent internal truth – shaped by the environment rather than whatever I might be as a blank slate? A quiet acknowledgement to the things that don’t quite, and may never, fit. But other women need not define themselves by their perceived deficits. But perhaps I truly am missing some absolute foundational “thing” that sets me apart? Perhaps I overthink. Perhaps I underthink. Perhaps feeling that a piece of the puzzle is somehow missing and being unable to even imagine what that last piece may look like is simply part of being trans in a society that so heavily centres gendered socialisation from birth? Or maybe it’s even something to be expected from growing into my transition largely in the shadow of the colossus that is the COVID-19 pandemic? Does the exactness of descriptors used even matter when the thematic truth of my experience as a trans woman remains unchanged by those extra words?

It’s yet another question I don’t have an answer to. And yet again I may never possess that answer. And so there remains only a handful of certainties:

I am Hannah.

The girl I was meant to be.

She who always will be.


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原文链接:In Search of the Early Islamic Economy

How have we arrived here? I would argue that it has not been along a straight line leading back to the Mecca and Medina of the Prophet and beyond that to an earlier, promarket (though still pagan) Mecca.

Instead, the early Islamic economic regime included what we may call, in Polanyian terms, a surprisingly large dose of reciprocity, frequently expressed in Qurʾānic rhetoric and ethics, together with more predictable doses of redistribution and market exchange. Above all, the early Islamic economic order emerged from the large-scale movements and mixings of merchants, soldiers, and other people, together with the legal and moral principles, commodities, gifts, and other things that they bring with them. It also emerged from a long series of conflicts, such as those between Quraysh and their rivals in old Arabia over trade and access to markets; between the earliest Islam and its ideological, political, and commercial rivals; between the Umayyad ruling house and its enemies; and others that remain to be identified and charted.


from honeybullet

原文链接:In Search of the Early Islamic Economy

Some interesting exceptions have come from scholars who are not, in the first instance, historians of Islam. Important comparative work has been done in environmental and ecological history and related areas. But in the end it seems that many historians prefer not to describe the early Islamic polity as an empire at all.

Behind this reluctance lies a tendency to view the early Islamic polity as Sui Generis and thus beyond comparison. Indeed, it is often proposed or assumed that Islam’s founding structures and principles were unique to it and marked it off from other empires and polities. In this way a kind of “Islamic exceptionalism” has planted itself in scholarly discourse and public opinion.


from Projected Reflection

He stood at the door, a heavy-looking, intimidating thing. It carried the weight of all he had to say. A part of the city he didn’t want to be seen in; simply being here could have given away everything – at least to his terrified and contorted mind.

But he’d come too late. There was nobody available. Tomorrow. That’s when he’d come.

He’d get his hair cut – try something different – then he’d talk. And so he made an appointment ahead, to avoid the disappointment of facing the same again.

He sat in a small park round the corner. Waiting for the clock to tick over, hardly noticing the new breeze past his ears. Trying to avoid making eye contact with passers-by. Pretending he was taking immense interest in that bee sculpture. Anything to avoid confronting the reality that he was hurtling towards in all his stillness.

And the time came.

He rode the lift. Shuffled quietly into reception, a bright space not befitting his terror, his shame, his disgust, his sickness, his broken and fracturing sense of self. Perhaps he expected a darkness to match his own. Or just something less... insensitive.

And so he was led upstairs, greeted by a small man who understood his position, had openly declared his shared experience.

A volcano of fear erupts, boiling words pouring endlessly and relentlessly from his mouth, forcing out what had been kept in for so long – something compressed to the point that it could now only explode, leaving the same consuming absence in his mind as a star on its death.

And yet it was laced with doubt – could this stress itself be a response to stress? Fear, fear, fear, fear, fear is all that tumbled through such a simple statement; hardly even a question left to ponder.

“You sound like somebody with genuine difficulty around their gender.”

And that one sentence – the one he'd so long needed to hear – may have killed him dead.

And she took action.


It’s a common narrative that someone who comes out will be the same person that they always were. And on the surface that’s true; nobody could possibly be anyone else.

It’s not a story for those coming out – it’s one to calm and reassure those on the receiving end; those having a new part of someone shared with them. A way to compress the attendant emotions; the common grief; the anger, the denial, the fear, into something smaller. Something manageable.

But this comes with a price: pressure to remain. You hold the weight of a perceived loss on your shoulders. An expectation that you haven’t, that you won’t change, can spiral and compound. A new, swirling narrative of absolute truth in resolute stagnation.

It’s not my story. It’s not a lot of people’s.

I originally thought here to break down and dissect who it was that I used to be, to tear myself to shreds for the sake of who I came to allow myself to be.

But I can’t. Because it is monumentally unfair and ridiculous to attack myself – and who I used to be – in that fashion. And it goes beyond that. How can I attack somebody that never truly lived? Whose defining feature was being so undefined, and isolating to avoid creating more self to be seen?

I desperately tried to distance myself from what was; from those actions that he – that I – took, views held, hurt caused. There simply was no way that was fair to the people that I hurt that also allowed me to divorce myself from him. I constructed that person, no matter how I might feel they weren’t me now. The fact will always remain that, for a time, he and I were as the same. I could have constructed him differently, have changed him . But I never chose that path.

And even then – what of the gaps? The breaks in the wall that were supposed to be me? Could I be simultaneously myself and not myself? There simply was no way to frame it that doesn’t appear to be an abdication of responsibility, an avoidance of accountability. And it misrepresents the truth. Just because I, now, in the present do no recognise him as being something that I am, or could ever be, capable of does not make it not so.

I can say that I was a different person, and in the abstract that is true, but he is still the person that I emerged from – somebody that I had to dispose of and challenge in order to exist myself. And he had good points too, for all his horrific faults – points that I like to hold as more genuine truths to the abstract concept that is me. Something like shards of truth that I had allowed myself in that cold shell of mine. It was the distance between rejection of a more aggressive, more avoidant, less accepting me whilst also wanting to accept and embody those few traits that I recognise as “good”, holding those as absolute truths. In that I realised: how could that be anything other than avoiding responsibility for my own actions?

Perhaps this all got rather sidetracked, but the point is this: The person that I have become would not be recognised by him – my past – as me. He was so fundamentally different at his core, saw the world from such a different perspective and angle, that my mere existence today would feel like a direct attack to him. He would find nothing but hatred and contempt for me back in his worst moments of denial and arrogance. He would consider me mad, false, shallow; strangely, all the things that I now consider him to be.

Yet underneath all that anger and frustration there is another, more threatening feeling. I know he would feel a strangely conflicted admiration for me. The two of us were constantly smothered in fear and anxiety, neither particularly willing to take action where needed should it be possible to cause too much disruption or upset. But the key difference now is that, despite my best efforts to avoid rocking the boat, I visibly disrupt and challenge in every waking moment. I might try to avoid or shy away from it at times, but it’s simply impossible to do in full. Hiding simply isn’t an option. Even if it were, do I not – as penance for my past actions – have a responsibility to make noise, to attempt to fight some of the very harms that I myself perpetuated to ensure that none like he – like I – have the power to inflict such harms again? To strip the validity from such aggression?

The key thing that defined him was his denial of me, that his life could ever fall outside the expectations that others had of him. Of the life that he was told he was to lead despite never being able to place himself in that – or any other socially feasible life, for that matter.

Outside of denial he was still searching for a way to fit. Some other identity that didn’t carry the level of commitment that others would expect of who I am now. There was a threat in others expecting permanence and performance, regardless of how permanently and absolutely he may have wished I might emerge from him.

When you place so much value on keeping up appearances, on being pleasing to and for others, your own internal sense of self becomes devalued. The question can never be “What do I want?” because what I want is explicitly what I don’t want, when all my desire is to take shape and form in a way that unifies and harmonises.

The form we found neither unified nor harmonised. When all that was culturally threatening became more forward in identity it became a threat to the stability of his presentation – the only thing that determined in any significant way how we were perceived both as a human being and as a socially acceptable entity.

He’d worked me out from an early age, but couldn’t do the all-important job of placing himself – myself – socially. And as I sunk ever further away he needed to push the responsibility for making that decision further and further away from himself.

So what did he do? He waited until a moment of pure, painful desperation. He outsourced his decision. He made his way to the LGBT Foundation, and later to his therapist, to social groups. And he made, through his anxiety and through his questions, one very clear statement: “You need to make me transition, or force me to make it go away.”

The harsh reality that he had to face?

Nobody will ever do that.

Sometimes, I have to cause frustration.

Maybe I can’t always abdicate responsibility for my desires.


from honeybullet

01 What is your idea of perfect happiness ? 你认为最完美的幸福是怎样的?

个人价值和社会价值最大限度地重合。 这和你个人在内卷竞争中厮杀出来的成就几乎无关。

02 What is your greatest fear ? 你最大的恐惧是什么?

我胆子小,害怕很多东西,比如过山车、戴隐形眼镜、鬼屋(恐怖音效)等等。 最大的恐惧是我因为在当下的社会制度中受益而忘却了改变的初心,不再能和那些愤怒、绝望的人共情,甚至觉得他们在胡闹。

03 What is the trait you most deplore in yourself ? 你最痛恨自己的哪些特质?


04 What is the trait you most deplore in others ? 你最痛恨别人的什么特点?

说不上痛恨的倒是有一些。 我不喜欢像雄孔雀一样热爱炫耀、恨不得把所有社会成功标签纹在脸上的人。我还讨厌太自负却没有真才实学的人。

05 Which living person do you most admire ? 还在世的人中你最欣赏的是谁?


06 What is your greatest extravagance ? 你最大的奢侈品是什么?

extravagance翻译成奢侈品有点奇怪。 一般来说有两种意思, ①放肆的言行, ②一样东西,你在上头花了很多钱。 这里我取后者。


07 What is your current state of mind ? 你目前的心境怎样?


08 What do you consider the most overrated virtue ? 你认为哪种美德是被过高评价的?


09 On what occasion do you lie ? 什么情况下你会撒谎?


10 What do you most dislike about your appearance ? 你对自己的外表哪一点不满意?


11 Which living person do you most despise ? 还在世的人中你最鄙视谁?


12 What is the quality you most like in a man ? 你最喜欢男性身上的什么品质?

  • 脆弱(担心自己做得不够好、担心自己给别人添麻烦,但这种不自觉依赖他人的地方很可爱!)
  • 镇定、冷静,善于规划
  • 有责任感
  • 乐于助人,能为一群人做贡献,能记住别人的喜好,
  • 好学,可能有特别爱钻研的领域
  • 自省、谦逊,尊重事实,让人觉得这家伙有点能耐

13 What is the quality you most like in a woman ? 你最喜欢女性身上的什么品质?


14 Which words or phrases do you most overuse ? 你最常使用的单词或短语是什么?

尽量别让自己太武断:可能、也许、大概 对话中:草、靠

15 What or who is the greatest love of your life ? 你这一生中最伟大的爱是谁/什么?

人类! 以及所有我身边的亲朋好友。

16 When and where were you happiest ? 何时何地让你感觉到最快乐?


17 Which talent would you most like to have ? 你最想拥有哪种才能?

不想拥有! 比起才能,更想要实践的机会和经验。 我已经过了为是不是天才烦恼的年龄了,即使没有才能,也可以熟练地活下去。

18 If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be ? 如果你能够改变自己的一件事,那会是什么?

没有! 至今走过的人生,虽然有懊悔,但没有那些事情就没有现在的我。

19 What do you consider your greatest achievement ? 你认为自己最大的成就是什么?

在现阶段是找到了自己擅长和喜欢的东西。 另外可能是好运气,总得到贵人相助。

20 If you were to die and come back as a person or a thing, what would it be ? 如果有转世,你希望成为什么样的人或物?


21 Where would you most like to live ? 你最想住在哪里?

海洋性气候、冬天有暖气的国家。 资本密集、交通便利的大城市(伦敦、东京、新加坡、斯德哥尔摩?)。

22 What is your most treasured possession ? 你最珍贵的财产是什么?


23 What do you regard as the lowest depth of misery ? 你认为程度最浅的痛苦是什么?


24 What is your favorite occupation ? 你最喜欢的职业是什么?


25 What is your most marked characteristic ? 你最显著的特点是什么?

  • 顽固
  • 过度接受现实所有的一切(你甚至可以说我自恋)

26 What do you most value in your friends ? 你最看重朋友的什么特点?

  • 可以交换心声
  • 互相尊重和体谅
  • 良师益友!

27 Who are your favorite writers ? 你最喜欢的作家是谁?



28 Who is your hero of fiction ? 谁是你心目中小说里的英雄?


29 Which historical figure do you most identify with ? 你最认同哪位历史人物?


30 Who are your heroes in real life ? 谁是你现实生活中的英雄?


31 What are your favorite names ? 你最喜欢的名字是什么?

没有最喜欢的。 如果是人名,持有者喜欢就好,寓意一定很有意思。 如果是物品/动植物的名字,遵循形态和规律就可以。

32 What is it that you most dislike ? 你最不喜欢什么?

想不出来。 即使有最不喜欢的事情或者瞬间也很容易忘掉不愉快。

33 What is your greatest regret ? 你最大的遗憾是什么?


34 How would you like to die ? 你想以何种方式死去?

被他人铭记。 我希望生前所作的一切能尽可能地延缓我在社会学意义上的死亡。

35 What is your motto ? 你的座右铭是什么?



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“父亲从医学院毕业后,决定在一个叫Coalinga的小农业社区开个小诊所。 他父母都是墨西哥移民,他就想通过在医疗资源匮乏的社区工作来回报社会。那个镇上有一万六千人——都是摘青菜、棉花和水果的。 小时候我很喜欢在他工作时去看他。我能想象到他穿着白大褂,手里拿着图表,大家都在感谢他的场景。 他们会给他带杏仁和洋葱。 而他会不停地说:‘不用谢,不用谢,不用谢。‘父亲被感谢时总是看着地面。他就是这么谦逊。 他读过斯坦福大学,可他都没把自己的毕业证书挂在办公室。 下班回到家,他会把家里没人愿意干的活儿都干了,打扫车库,洗盘子。他不开贵的车,也不穿花哨的衣服。 他最喜欢的衣服是我们学校体育队的T恤衫和运动衫。 我跟姐姐都有参加学校的体育项目。他就是我们俩的头号粉丝。过去有连续八年,每个周末他都会开车去洛杉矶看我们比赛。 我姐姐是赛艇运动员,所以她的比赛只有八分钟长。父亲凌晨3点起,开将近5个小时的车,看一场8分钟的比赛,然后一路开回家,再把盘子洗了。”






  • 确保信息和知识的公开性、非营利性
  • 不剥夺别人的话语权
  • 压抑物欲
  • 保持批判性
  • 不能想当然,要调查事实

P.S. 最近很久没有新的书摘了,一直忙于工作,忙着学新技能。送大家一些阳和平的演讲摘录。

  • 没有剥削没有压迫的社会。
  • 人没有挫折,是不会获得真实的。
  • 寒春要的是整个世界。她希望通过解放全人类来解放自己,不再为了科学被误用而痛苦,也不再漠视自己的心声去研究“纯科学”。
  • 你不被别人压迫,你也不压迫别人。你可以批评别人和自己,但那不是不平等。
  • 资本主义社会,人们追求的都是当人上人(如学校里的排名)。阳和平的父母不争当人上人,这需要有高度的自信,自信于自己是什么、追求什么,即使被批评了,也不会觉得低人一等。
  • 生产资料需要是大家共同的,人人有份,不能是公家的,因为那不是大家的。
  • 很多人追求的是媳妇熬成婆,是希望自己能成为压迫者。
  • 在资本主义社会,你的话语权和影响力与你的资本成正比。
  • “我父母最幸福的是什么,就是把个人的爱好和人民的需要融为一体了,因为你喜欢干的、你的理想,也是人民需要的东西,这个境界特别幸福。”

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How to Fix AOL Desktop Gold Error Code 104- Complete Solution

Facing AOL Desktop gold error code 104 on Windows OS?

Don’t be get upset;

Most of the AOL users face AOL desktop gold Error 104 messages again and again. They become frustrated because of this problem.

This problem arises when you try to download AOL desktop gold software on your Windows OS.

So, if you have trouble while installing AOL gold or want the permanent solution to get rid of this problem.

You need to just follow this one post with its basic and advanced solutions that below is explained:-

Focus on Some Key Points- Why does AOL Desktop Error 104 Display?

Just read the following points and understand why error code 104 come:

  • If you have downloaded or installed a corrupted file then this error comes.

  • This problem also occurs on that time when your system files or AOL is not installed properly.

  • The Windows registry has corrupted from a recent installation of AOL.

  • If your Window file is also corrupted with malware.

What happening with your AOL Desktop when this Error Occur

Focus on the following point deeply because these symptoms or signs might be faced by the user :

  • Your Window will crash when AOL desktop Error code 104 comes.

  • AOL's error code 104 message display again and again on screen.

  • Your Window will start responding very slowly to your mouse and keyboard inputs.

  • Your system periodically freezes after some time.

You can also resolve this problem by yourself with only basic steps. Now, we are explaining below basic steps on how to resolve AOL 104 error problems.

How to Resolve AOL Desktop Error Code 104?

Now, it is time to troubleshoot your AOL desktop gold problem with basic steps that also help to fix AOL desktop error 104:

  • In case, your system is not compatible with AOL software.

  • If you are suspicious your system is attacked by Trojans, Virus, then removed by using the PC scanner tool.

  • Clear all cache, cookies and data history from the system to resolve problems.

  • System Driver should be updated.

  • Check for Windows update if any update is available.

Next, Techniques to Fix AOL Error Code 104....

Step 1: First, you need to uninstall the AOL desktop and reinstall it.

For Windows OS:

Go to the Control Panel>>> Programs→ Programs and Features→ appear in the list of programs→ Select your AOL software → Right Click & Uninstall your program.

Step 2: Once you Uninstall the AOL desktop, again download & install AOL desktop gold on your system with a new updated version.

Step 3: After completing the installation process, restart your system.

Step 4: Now, open your AOL software and see if it's working or not.

For MAC:

Open the ‘Applications’ Folder Search for AOL Desktop Gold by typing its name in the search box and drag it to the Trash. Wait until the uninstall process is completed.

Thus, you can uninstall AOL gold from MAC and reinstall it again.

Need Help?

I hope the above recommended basic and advanced solutions will help you to resolve the problem. In case, you have any doubt while performing troubleshooting steps, feel free to communicate with experts. They will definitely help you to get rid of AOL desktop gold error 104 problems.