Notices by 🇪🇷Götterdämmerung (gotterdammerung@glitch.social)

I barely have to lift a finger. Just steer the debris field when it drifts close.

Sometimes it's a slog. Like being trapped in a confessional booth with a narcissist. But most of the time, it's a revelation. I say little but I lace those few words with hooks. Barbed, quiet missiles that lodge in their brains, echoing long after their babble's been forgotten.

Power is never loud. It's surgical. Speak less & mean more.

#DailyLaws June 22
Control What You Reveal
In face to face meetings I let silence sit like a loaded gun on the table. Most can't handle it. They squirm, fidget, start tap dancing with their mouths. Trying to kill the quiet before it swallows them. But not me. I wait, watch & listen.

They'll crack first. They always do. Filling the void with nervous trivia, personal leaks, petty monologues. And that's when the gold spills out. Insecurities, weak spots, tells.

#DailyLaws May 29
Nothing Personal
You know the type. Maybe you are the type.
He's professional at the desk, sure. But step off the clock & he's a mess of wounded pride & grudge match monologues. He doesn't read power plays. He feels them. So he absorbs every email, every omission, every tone shift in a meeting like it's a personal betrayal, a scarlet letter pinned to his fragile identity.

He's green, like all of us were. No profession truly train you for the cold war of office politics.

So you enter soft, raw & stupid. Expecting merit to matter & decency to win.

He never outgrew that. Never learned that most insults are just tactical jabs not truth. That alliances shift. That people say one thing & maneuver another. He clings to their words like gospel but ignores their patterns. Their history. Their moves. That's what cooks him.

He burns from the inside, outraged that the game isn't fair. That it is a game. He can't detach. Can't rise above.

So he drowns in emotional debt every time he steps into a room where someone once slighted him.

The fix is ruthless detachment. Seeing the workplace not as a family, not as therapy but as chess. Let them talk. Let them posture. Watch what they do. If he learns that, he'll be untouchable. Until then, he's a martyr in a war that always bleeds him slowly.

TL; DR: The moment we stop taking power plays personally, we become immune. Emotions are for journals. Strategy is for the room.

But internally, think like a heretic, move like a thief, & remember boldness isn't just a choice. It's the only weapon worth carrying. Every day, I relearn this or die a little.

That distance, that disloyalty to the mob, lets me spot the lies they all swallow w/o question.
Bold moves work. Every time I gamble with action over hesitation, results crash in faster than my own chicken-hearted imagination ever predicted. The catastrophe scenarios my mind conjures are cheap horror stories compared to reality. Lesson learned. Be agreeable only when it's tactical, when camouflage is survival.

#DailyLaws April 25
Enter Action with Boldness
Timidity isn't natural. It's hammered into us by this neutered democracy of "getting along to get along" where mediocrity gets a gold star just for showing up. It's the slow polite death of creativity. The more agreeable I become, the less I actually think, the less I live.

So I shove myself the other way: hunting heresy, courting the freaks, seeing the world through the cracked lenses no one else dares to wear.

#DailyLaws March 13
Creative Endurance
The mind doesn't work in isolation. Creative endurance is physical endurance. I've felt that first hand when I was sketching at a breakneck pace, I was also moving. Walking everywhere, pounding pavement out of necessity, burning through energy but somehow making more of it. No car, just momentum. My body kept up, so my creativity did too.

Now? Not the same. The stamina's faded. The long hours at the desk feel heavier.

So weekends mean walking again, short bursts of exercise. But that's not enough. If I want to meet the deadlines coming, I need to ramp up, train like I used to, push past the slump. Creative work is a marathon & right now, I'm out of shape. Time to fix that.

Ted Gioia's "Aesthetics of Slop" is a takedown of modern culture's love affair with half assed disposable junk. Art, music, literature, once the domains of skill & effort, have been overrun by laziness masquerading as authenticity. Why polish your craft when algo driven mediocrity gets more clicks?

This thread will be the counterpart to #Slop, a manifesto if you will: Aesthetics of Grit

https://substack.com/@tedgioia/p-157570568

PERMATIRED (adj.) the natural state of existence in a world where rest is a myth, work is a cult, & your soul is on back order.

#Permatired
#PermantlyExhausted
#HeterodoxDictionary

#DailyLaws February 14
Move Towards Resistance
I never saw it back then but my approach to drawing was all wrong I skipped the pencil work: no structure, no foundation. Just straight to ink, trying to force a finished product out of something I didn't even build. No composition, no vanishing points, no thought to light sources or form. My skills warped around that shortcut, leaving entire areas underdeveloped.

The shift came when I stopped lying to myself.

Stopped calling half-baked work good enough. I became my own harshest critic, forcing myself to break things down to roughs, to think in 3D before committing to ink. That's where the real discipline of drawing is. The part most people avoid. The perverse satisfaction of working past frustration.

Then something clicked. I could draw anywhere, any time, under any conditions. Public, private, chaos, silence. Didn't matter. The focus locked in & the results came fast.

Because real progress doesn't happen when you play to your strengths. It happens when you drag your weaknesses into the light & refuse to look away.

@ErickaSimone love this.

These identities assumes whiteness operates on a spectrum, from the unapologetically dominant to the active dismantler. Goes from
1. Architect
2. Bystander
3. Polished defender of "equality"
4. Quiet beneficiary
5. Performative Ally
6. Interrogator
7. Saboteur
8. Endgame

White Traitor: the turncoat who calls out the system, shatters the silence & works to undermine white authority from the inside out. No half-measures, no safe bets. Just raw truth-telling & sabotage with no regard for personal cost. These are the ones needed to tear down the institutions that built the regime.

#WhiteTraitor
#turncoat #benedict #truthteller

White Abolitionist: the relentless dismantler, tearing down whiteness at its roots & reshaping institutions so it cannot claw its way back. No compromise, no half-hearted reforms. Just the complete & permanent undoing of the system.

#WhiteAbolitionist
#Anarchist #VforVendetta

Which Whitey are you?
The 8 White Identities* improved

White Supremacist: A blatantly rigged game where white society crowns itself king, scripts the rules & stacks the deck to ensure its superiority stays carved in stone.

#Whiteness
#WhiteSupremacist

*apologies to Barnor Hesse

White Voyeurism: the passive spectator who won't dare confront White Supremacy but leans in for the spectacle. Craving non-whiteness as entertainment, they consume it for pleasure, fascination or trend-chasing while keeping a safe distance from the struggles & scars it carries. It's the thrill of sampling Black culture w/o ever wearing the weight of Blackness.

#WhiteVoyeurism
#Blackness
#clout