Someone critiques a theory, using data and logic, for its false claims. The defenders of this theory retort “you just hate X group“. And somehow onlookers think “yeah, that’s a very valid point; this rigorous critique is just hateration“? Like, what are we doing here? When did we decide to assess theory like a popularity contest???!!
The Mathematician who teaches dropout kids Mathematics in Igbo language and Pidgin English. She make sure that every kid get education no matter their background. Cynthia is a first-class mathematics graduate from UniZik.
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Animator - Ben Faircloth - instagram.com/benfairclothart
Edited by - Jon Davey - jondavey.com
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Ordinary Life
Back then rent was cheap in the wrong parts of town You could walk into almost any place and get a cash in hand job I was a terrible waitress And an even worse singer But I didn't care, I just knew Something bigger, brighter, better was on its way Someone was gonna spot me walking down Stokes Croft and say Hey kid, I’m gonna make you a star And whisk me away into my glittering future Twenty years later, I’m still waiting But do you know what?
There's nothing wrong with an ordinary life
We had widescreen, high definition surround sound love affairs And low budget B movie one night stands Somehow it was always the end of the summer And we dragged ourselves through the streets at dawn To our days jobs and dole office appointments Fueled on weapons grade hope and uncut dreams And the days went by, and the days went by And the days went by like strobe lights
There's nothing wrong with an ordinary life
One day you will find yourself at a friends 40th birthday party Wondering how the days turned into decades and if anyone still does drugs And you will dance, dance off the minutes and the moments And magic and the misery and the miracles and monotony As you unfurl into infinity among the solar systems and galaxies A dopamine driven pinball machine studded with hair and nails and teeth Hard wired with desire and fear and dreams hosted by the ghost of a memory of a memory, of a memory, of a memory of a memory