Elektra is a Dutch independent artist, musician, poet, filmmaker, and writer of Estonian origin, celebrated for her genre-defying work in experimental pop, classical, electronic, and avant-garde music. She has been active since around 2004 and is signed to Blowpipe Records. A professionally trained pianist, vocalist, and dancer, she employs a multidisciplinary approach, weaving themes of dreams, internal vs. external worlds, duality (e.g., light and dark, love and hatred), mythology, and emotional intensity to evoke profound emotions. Unless otherwise specified, she writes, records, produces, creates music videos, and illustrates her work, maintaining complete artistic control. Elektra’s music fuses poetic lyricism with experimental soundscapes, enriched by her skills as a trained pianist and vocalist, with performances likely incorporating her dance background for a dynamic visual element. Her releases are typically limited-edition vinyls, CDs, or digital downloads. ElektraOfficial.com x.com/i/grok/share/1IJkx8VzN…

I asked Grok to recommend my next Chinese series and he suggested 偷偷藏不住. So heartfelt and innocent! Recommended. (I love Chinese films and series!) I also offloaded the X app from my phone for 24 hrs and it did me a world of good. I've had an overload of bad news with no end in sight! I am not suggesting to close your eyes and turn away, but come on! There must be sweetness in life. Paradoxically only focusing on problems increases the amount of problems! Or like one of my friends replied when I asked her why she ate dessert with every meal: "Because, my dear, food is for the stomach, but dessert is for the heart!" And heart loves innocence. Send in the Chinese! That culture still gets what romance is all about! No wonder you can never guess their age. I don't think it's the genes per se. I think it's a combination with the way they live their life.

Nog eentje (te zien in het Frans Hals Museum):

This is the Antarctic explorer Sir Ernest Shackleton (1874-1922), watching the ice break up in the winter of 1915, just weeks before his exploration vessel The Endurance was crushed by the ice pack and sank below the Weddell Sea. I have cleaned-up and enhanced this old paget plate, which was taken in colour by the ship's photographer Frank Hurley 111 years ago. It's an early colour glass-plate process and not colourised.

H-town!

RT @RealElektra: #Starship #SpaceX! Talk to me dirty. 🔊

RT @RealElektra: Sounds of Starbase, Boca Chica, Texas, at 7:11am I’m having breakfast, too, haha. youtube.com/live/mhJRzQsLZGg… x.com/yukifartlek…

Sister ship Voyager 1 is currently ~23h 33m 57s of light travel time from Earth (2026:163:120000:1L)

Made this one with first Grok beta.

The first share I’ll ever buy: x.com/i/grok/share/270d51f5a… Will need to save first though, lol. Budget is still extremely tight, and I always went all-in on my projects, plus the studies. But oh! I want to own at least one SpaceX share! 🚀✨

Congratulations @SpaceX! 🚀✨ It’s so inspiring to see you grow and expand beyond the limitations of the mind and the periphery of imagination. I lost count how many sleepless nights I had watching the launches, and how many breakfasts I had listening to the live sounds of Starbase, Texas (via the live video link). You inspired me to start self-studying aerospace engineering since I wanted to understand deeply how it all worked, and to apply it to the numerous dreams I keep on having on the future of space flight. (Spoiler alert: I dreamt of an even bigger future Starship! Which went on missions spanning many years.) So although I am just another stranger to you, to me you are a big part of my life’s path. Thank you for allowing me to be part of your journey, even though I was always cheering from the sidelines. ✨ x.com/cb_doge/status/2065431…

While blocking yet another bunch of fake Elons, I realised I’ve developed such a strong reflex that I might actually block the real Elon Musk if he ever follows me back. Not good. (lol)

Omg! HAHAHA! 🙌👏👏👏

Als je met een narcist of psychopaat te maken hebt: In de eerste fase (love bombing) vertellen ze vaak de waarheid over jou. In de volgende fase (devaluatie) vertellen ze de waarheid over zichzelf, via projectie.

Here’s the problem. The liberal political class wants us to treat atrocities like Belfast as single, random, isolated incidents. “Yes, it’s horrific, but don’t overreact,” they say. “Let the police do their job. Justice will be delivered. Let’s remain united,” and so on. But the public can see that such incidents *aren’t* random or isolated. They are, in fact, all the consequence of massive state failure in the area of asylum and immigration. All roads lead back there. That’s why people are angry.. They are sick of the platitudes that get trotted out after each fresh incident. They don’t want to hear them anymore. They know that the decisions of establishment politicians have brought us to this current pass, and they don’t trust those same politicians to fix things, especially when some of them refuse to even recognise that the public’s anger is justified. There has been a huge vibe shift in recent years. Imagine - God forbid - there were another 7/7. Does anyone think the public response would be anything like as restrained as it was then? We are in really dangerous territory. The public don’t want flowers and candles and “Don’t let them divide us.” They want someone who says, “I recognise that the state has failed abjectly. We have allowed far too many people to settle in the country without knowing who they truly are. It has disrupted your communities. Your anger is justified. And I will do everything in my power to put things right.” Any politician unwilling to articulate that message, fully and sincerely, is effectively sanctioning more years of growing social disharmony and discord. Things cannot heal until those in power recognise the extent of the problem and what it will take to fix it. And, on both counts, most of them don’t. That’s why the next few years are going to be very, very turbulent.

The most shocking thing from a Japanese perspective is not the crimes themselves. It is that British people are being turned into second-class citizens in their own homeland — and they are still expected to stay polite about it. Grooming gang victims were ignored for years. Now, after another attempted beheading, the same pattern: downplay the attacker, crack down on anyone who gets angry. You have elections. You have a military. You have history. Yet your leaders continue importing the exact people who are destroying your safety, and most of you still say nothing. In Japan, this would be considered an invasion. And we would respond accordingly. Britain, you are running out of time to remember what it means to defend your own.

I had to read this three times before I could believe it was real. Rotherham. A small town in northern England. For sixteen years, at least 1,400 children — some as young as eleven — were raped, gang-raped, and trafficked between cities by organized groups of men. Eleven years old. Petrol was poured on them so they would stay quiet. Their families were threatened with death. Photos were taken and used as blackmail. The police knew. The council knew. The social workers knew. For sixteen years, not one of them moved. Why? Because officers were afraid of being called racist if they acted on what they were seeing. That was the whole reason. While children were being sold, adults were protecting their own reputations. That is the moment something in you breaks. And here is the part that makes it worse. The TV networks did not report it. The papers did not chase it. When the journalist Andrew Norfolk finally broke the story, even he thought maybe 150 girls had been hurt. The real number was 1,400. He was staggered. This should have been the biggest story of the decade. It was not. The networks looked away. The advertisers preferred safer topics. The cover-up did not end when the report was published — it continued in the silence of every newsroom that refused to chase it. Then Elon Musk bought X. The advertisers fled. The press declared the platform finished. X almost did not survive. But it did. And on X, the names of those towns started trending. Rotherham. Telford. Rochdale. Oldham. Towns the country had been told to forget. Britain understands itself differently today. Not because the politicians confessed. Not because the broadcasters apologized. Because one platform refused to let it stay buried. X almost did not survive. 1,400 children almost stayed forgotten. That is worth saying out loud.

"If we demand absolute certainty before we act, we will never act. But if we accept absolute certainty from those who offer it, we surrender our freedom."

The shortest poem I ever wrote: