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Eve Eats the Apple Again: An exploration of Fear of the East through SAADA

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Digital archives are spaces where knowledge dissemination is democratized. Put simply, digital archives ‘are collections of numerical data, texts, images, maps, videos, and audio files that are available through the Internet’ (Bollick 122). Digital archives are mostly free and accessible to everyone on the internet. They act as carefully curated collections of artefacts that are united by at least one common theme. Digital archives make open to the public, knowledge that was previously hard to access, or at the risk of being forgotten.  The South Asian America Digital Archive (SAADA) is an identity based cultural archive started by Michelle Caswell and Samip Mallick of the University of Chicago. It is a non-profit movement that collects South Asian diasporic experiences in North America. After the USA opened its borders to the non-European world in 1965, it saw an influx of a large number of immigrants from various South Asian nations arriving there to pursue their American Dream. ...

a wordcloud from a talk given by an ugly bearded guy in a blazer (with blue jeans)

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it's been two hours of organizing, analysing leading, resolving, competing and teaching. two hours of talks on  humans  and intelligence-  sometimes (mostly) artificial. some humans are resources- muscles to be exercised.  a future for machines? or one for humans? hybridity? Lies, i say! oh, my back! my legs! my eyes! i am falling asleep.    thank you to a very sleepy taarina for scribbling some lines that inspired this poem!

sometimes my mind speaks in poetry

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yesterday,  you should just have left when i told you to.  i was being nice and considerate,  willing to give you time,  accepting that the space we had was a shared one.  i tried  i waited in the darkness hoping that the lack of that warm yellow feeling  would finally tell you what i had been saying all along: just. leave.  even in the darkness  i could feel you.  your zing was hard to ignore.  in the darkness, I told myself,  ' patience ,  in this forest,  it is i who am the intruder.' but patience is not a gift i have.  you forced me  to turn on the lights,  locate you on the walls and end you with one clean sweep  of my broom.  i tried.  you really should have just left.  -on killing a dragonfly.