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Your phone edits all your photos with AI - is it changing your view of reality? by Thomas Germain. "From simple enhancements to hallucinated facial features, modern phones choose how our memories will look."

No. You can't tell it was written by AI by Segun Famisa.
In this essay, I will argue that, your favourite “tells” that a document was produced by AI, at best, is wrong, and depending on your position, in life, at worst, is dangerous and harmful.[...]
So who trained [AI]? A lot of the early training, data annotations and other manual processes, happened with cheap labour in African countries. There are multiple sources that have revealed the hidden economy of workers that big-tech outsources these kinds of tasks to African countries with unstable political situations, weaker workers rights, and cheap labour.


Curious about how LLM's actually work? So What's The Next Word Then? by Matthias Kainer does a good job of explaining it, with diagrams. Via Martin Fowler's blog.

Relatedly, why AI isn't actually helping software companies. Dax Raad just dropped the most honest take on AI productivity written up by JP Caparas.
everyone's talking about their teams like they were at the peak of efficiency and bottlenecked by ability to produce code
here's what things actually look like:
- your org rarely has good ideas. ideas being expensive to implement was actually helping
- majority of workers have no reason to be super motivated, they want to do their 9-5 and get back to their life
- they're not using AI to be 10x more effective they're using it to churn out their tasks with less energy spend
- the 2 people on your team that actually tried are now flattened by the slop code everyone is producing, they will quit soon
- even when you produce work faster you're still bottlenecked by bureaucracy and the dozen other realities of shipping something real
- your CFO is like what do you mean each engineer now costs $2000 extra per month in LLM bills"


The only developer productivity metrics that matter by John SJ Anderson.

1. How often does the team routinely ship new versions of the software they build?
2. How often do things break when the team ships a new version?


Giving University Exams in the Age of Chatbots by Lionel Dricot.

A programmer's loss of identity by Dave Gauer.
The social group I still identify with shares my values. We value learning. We value the merits of language design, type systems, software maintenance, levels of abstraction, and yeah, if I’m honest, minute syntactical differences, the color of the bike shed, and the best way to get that perfectly smooth shave on a yak. I’m not sure what we’re called now, "heirloom programmers"?
"Acoustic" programmers (like guitars)? "Thought-powered" programmers (like gas-powered cars)? I'm not ready to be an heirloom yet!

AI Data Centers: Power-Hungry, Water-Thirsty, and Rare-Earth Reliant by Daniel.

started enjoying reading lately

Feb. 21st, 2026 09:44 am
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Lately I've been buying books!
A lot of books, i guess. i don't know why i suddenly started enjoying reading, but it's a good thing since now i have a better hobby instead of doomscrolling.

Although i did say i wanted to try reading to help me focus and stop doomscrolling, it was hard at first because my mental health has been kind of in shambles. but taking my meds does help me stay focused and less distracted.

Anyway, i don't think i'll read anything too crazy for now. i've just been buying a lot of english classic books and works by classic authors to get started.

i'm also planning to get more non-fiction books to diversify my reading.

Music: Joyful song on skates

Feb. 20th, 2026 03:24 pm
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Bend Your Knees (for NPR's Tiny Desk contest) live at Southgate Roller Rink - Henry Mansfield

Somehow it's the drummer who impressed me the most. Which instrument do you think would be the hardest to play on skates?

Jazz by Toni Morrison (1992)

Feb. 20th, 2026 05:08 pm
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Opening in the days of the Harlem Renaissance, the first page of this novel states the culmination of its story: A door-to-door cosmetics salesman shot his eighteen-year-old mistress, and then the salesman's wife crashed the funeral to try to stab the girl's corpse. Why? The reader wants to know, and so do many of the characters. The book offers answers only indirectly, taking a sprawling path into the characters' pasts, where their families came from, and the intergenerational trauma of the slavery era that's still in living memory at this time.

The prose style of this book really worked for me and did a lot of the heavy lifting of drawing me into the story. It's lyrical and artistic without ever sacrificing readability. If there's a bit you don't understand, you will understand it in time, but first we have to go back to the beginning of another character's story and circle back around to connect to the main plot—and it does always connect. I think this is the meaning of the title; the book is not about jazz music, but it has the shape of jazz in the way it can state a melody, wander off and explore for a while until you've almost forgotten what song it is, and then return very satisfyingly before passing it off to another player in the ensemble.

I found this book in a free box and then it sat on my shelf for years (shout-out to [personal profile] lebateleur, my read-books-we-already-own accountability buddy!). It has a lot of underlining, highlighting, and marginal notes from whoever had it before, pointing out themes of dehumanization, rehumanization, and the necessity of deep context for understanding. They underlined "Something else you have to figure in before you figure it out" and also wrote it in pen on the title page. On multiple pages they wrote "Jazzonia" in the margin, by which I assume they meant the Langston Hughes poem.
Jazzonia (1926)

Oh, silver tree!
Oh, shining rivers of the soul!

In a Harlem cabaret
Six long-headed jazzers play.
A dancing girl whose eyes are bold
Lifts high a dress of silken gold.

Oh, singing tree!
Oh, shining rivers of the soul!

Were Eve’s eyes
In the first garden
Just a bit too bold?
Was Cleopatra gorgeous
In a gown of gold?

Oh, shining tree!
Oh, silver rivers of the soul!

In a whirling cabaret
Six long-headed jazzers play.
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As someone adjacent to IndieWeb and FOSS circles, I see discussions of tech adoption in my feeds often.

There are two arguments (or categories of argument) I’ve started collecting notes on because of how often I notice them. This is my attempt to process those notes. I’m curious to know what thoughts other people have on these ideas.

The first argument says that people naturally want to personalize tools that are part of their daily lives, and thus “healthy” personal computer usage includes using software and services that enable choice. The other argument says that people only use computers because they have to, so the tool’s effect on their lives should be minimized and thus streamlined as much as possible. That means avoiding customization and setting clear expectations for how software should be used.

The question this raises for me is: What does it mean for a computer to be personal right now? That is, what does a computer look like when it’s fit for the purpose of belonging to someone?

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Feb. 20th, 2026 05:57 am
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When did you last . . .

1. Scrounge for change (couch, ashtray, etc.) to make a purchase?: It's been years since i"ve done this. I mostly just use my debit card now. I rarely withdrawl cash.

2. Visit a dentist?: It's been a couple years. I need to visit one.

3. Make a needed change to your life?: I want to walk again, but it's going to take a few months until I'm rid of someone.

4. Decide on a complete menu well in advance of the evening meal?: I do that all the time. I have a menu sitting beside me right now.

5. Spend part of the day (other than daily hygiene) totally/mostly naked?: Yesterday and tonight. lol

WIP Wednesday on a Thursday!

Feb. 19th, 2026 11:16 pm
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Alas, still no real progress to report.

However, I at least felt *excited* to write today! Unfortunately that excitement came while I was at work, did not really last after getting home, and also still has not come along with much inspiration to work on any particular project. Even so, it's better than nothing, and better than I've felt for about a month, now.

I think a lot of what I'm excited for is more... the desire to be excited. I want the overwhelming enthusiasm and inspiration that seemed to come easily when I was younger. The ideas that really did seem to come from an endless supply, and enthusiasm that meant those ideas occupied my thoughts nearly constantly. Sometimes it was only a burst of a day or two, sometimes it was the same story for months or even into years. It's been about... 10-15 years now since I last really remember having that sort of "live, breathe, sleep the story" feeling, and I still long for it. At this point, I think it's perhaps something I've outgrown, rather than simply an ebb in my creativity.

There's a pull to go back to one of my fanfics, one that was once a source of that exact feeling a long time ago. There's also a pull to try to find that sort of obsession for an original work.

Even if I can't capture that kind of excitement, just the desire to feel that way is a welcome change from the last several weeks, where I've struggled to even care about writing. I haven't turned it into actual writing yet, but I hope that I'm able to before too long.

(Sadly, in addition to recovering from emergency surgery, I'm also dealing with a fairly nasty lingering cold. I already overdid it a few times and I think set the recovery back a bit; I'm trying to truly take it easy for a little while longer, because that seems to be the thing that's helped the most... even when I feel like I'm wasting time.)

Miss you, Mark

Feb. 19th, 2026 10:11 pm
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The one good thing about not being able to go on the trip with Taylor and mom was that it meant I was in town for Mark's memorial.

It was organized at one of the main goth clubs, for a couple hours before the club night itself.

There was an amazing turnout - so, so many people came out. While many are people we don't personally know, many of them are people I recognize from "back in the day," when we were out at the clubs three+ nights a week.

They set up a table with all of the merch he had left. Mostly Voicecoil, but a little bit of Gravity Corps and even some Synapse stuff. It was all "pay what you want, please just take it." We chipped in some money for the fund for his roommate, and took some shirts and stickers and things.

There was a slideshow of all the pictures of him that people had shared. They had a mic set up so that people could go up and share stories about him. Lots of people did. So many about what a colossal asshole he could be—and was, lol—but also how despite that, he was also very kind and inspirational and supportive to so many people. So many people had stories about the times they saw him when the performance was off, or at least turned down. We concluded basically every story with a hearty shared "FUCK YOU, MARK SOUSA!" toast.

(I cried. Several times.)

I think he would have loved it.

And there were plenty of jokes about how much he absolutely would have loved having so many people gathering together to focus on him. And so many people did! But it breaks my heart that he maybe didn't know how important he was to so many people.

PJ, his partner of 16 years (though they had broken up), gave us the bust of him in the picture above. She thanked us for always being such strong supporters of all of his projects, and good friends to him. Another of his friends had designed and printed the little busts. It's also how Mark would want to be remembered, ha.

I miss him, and am still having a hard time fully believing that he's gone.

The festival coming up in May replaced Voicecoil on their lineup poster, though they'll also have a memorial for him at the event. That hit me hard. As delighted as I of course was for the headliners at the festival, getting to see him as one of the openers was one of the many things I was so looking forward to. It's hard to realize that... there aren't any more Voicecoil shows. I'm so glad for all the ones we went to, all the times we did hang out with Mark at the club or at his house or after a show... but I really wish there was another. And another. And another after that. I still don't feel ready to think of the last show as the last one.

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Feb. 19th, 2026 07:20 pm
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[community profile] fic_rush is open! For the next 72 hours, please join us anytime at [community profile] fic_rush_48 and comment on the latest hourly post about your projects, progress, lack of progress, research, "research"... It's been a pretty quiet place lately but we're always happy to see new people!
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Ok guys, it’s been a while since my last media overview thread back in December. After being busy with some IRL stuff, I’m finally able to write my 2026 media overview!

I’ve been engaging with a ton of different media lately, so let’s get into it. Also, sorry in advance if I don’t include images — I’m honestly too lazy lol.


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Come Let Us Be Friends by Sarah Lee Brown Fleming
Come, let us be friends, you and I,
E’en though the world doth hate at this hour;
Let’s bask in the sunlight of a love so high
That war cannot dim it with all its armed power.

Come, let us be friends, you and I,
The world hath her surplus of hatred today;
She needeth more love, see, she droops with a sigh,
Where her axis doth slant in the sky far away.

Come, let us be friends, you and I,
And love each other so deep and so well,
That the world may grow steady and forward fly,
Lest she wander towards chaos and drop into hell.

To a Friend who sent me some Roses by John Keats
As late I rambled in the happy fields,
What time the sky-lark shakes the tremulous dew
From his lush clover covert;—when anew
Adventurous knights take up their dinted shields:
I saw the sweetest flower wild nature yields,
A fresh-blown musk-rose; ’twas the first that threw
Its sweets upon the summer: graceful it grew
As is the wand that queen Titania wields.
And, as I feasted on its fragrance,
I thought the garden-rose it far excell’d:
But when, O Wells! thy roses came to me
My sense with their deliciousness was spell’d:
Soft voices had they, that with tender plea
Whisper’d of peace, and truth, and friendliness unquell’d.

Two Purrcies; Two weeks in books

Feb. 19th, 2026 01:46 pm
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It was SUPER cold and windy out that day and our 110-yr-old stone house leaks like a sieve in the main room, so Purrcy spent Caturday curled up adorably on our bed. *So* friendly.

Purrcy the tuxedo tabby sits cosily on a flowerd bedspread, jewelry boxes visible behind him, gazing happily at the photographer with slightly squinted eyes. His white chest looks exceptionally full.

Purrcy and I were just waking up from a nap, and he was looking *exactly* like a loving kitty whose tummy was only a little bit of a trap. But totally worth it, I swear.

Purrcy the tuxedo tabby twists onto his back to look at you upside down, paws flopping in the air, tummy soft and pettable and pretty clearly a trap. But he's so CUTE!



Two weeks of books, because last week got away from me.

#25 The Raven Tower, Ann Leckie. Re-read. Because I needed to read something I'd read before where every sentence is *good*.

#26 Inventing the Renaissance: The Myth of a Golden Age, by Ada Palmer.
What an excellent way to write history! It's very much based on Palmer's teaching, on what she's learned about what works to reach people, on coming at questions from a variety of directions and styles to get students/readers to get both a feeling for the past, and a feeling for how our understanding of the past has changed.

For instance, one of the stylistic techniques Palmer uses is giving various people a Homeric-type epithet, so that it's easier to remember them and keep them sorted: Sixtus IV (Battle Pope), Innocent VIII (King Log), Julius II (Battle Pope II!); French philosopher Denis Diderot, with whom Palmer feels a particular mental connection across the centuries, is always "dear Diderot", and so on. Honestly, I really wish a historian of China would do this, it would make keeping the names straight SO much easier.

So it's a truly excellent approach to history in general and the Renaissance in particular, but I had to knock my five-star rating down to 4, because the last part of the book includes Palmer including as one of her refrains something that's a pretty obvious mistake, and *someone* should have spotted it & taken it out.

The mistake is stating that cantaloupe is a New World food, like tomatoes, and that discovering these fruits which didn't conform to the established hierarchy of which fruits are good/valuable/noble helped undermine the idea of a great chain of being, next stop! French Revolution. No. Cantaloupe is *not* a New World introduction, and people were suspicious of it & remained so for a long time because they thought it was "too cold and watery" or "distorted the humors" ... but was probably related to the fact that today cantaloupe is the item in the produce department most likely to be contaminated with Salmonella, wash it when you get it home.

It's really a pity that an obvious, checkable mistake was left in & repeated, because it detracts so much from the value of the whole book (at least for food historians). Maybe it can be fixed for a later edition. I've mentioned it to Palmer, we'll see if she ever speaks to me again ...

#27 Pretenders to the Throne of God, by Adrian Tchaikovsky
The finale of the Tyrant Philosophers series, sticking the landing while leaving the world completely open. Ties up threads from all 3 previous novels, though it can be confusing especially since most characters we've seen before aren't traveling under their previous names.

As I think about it, the most curious thing about the series is that we really don't know much about the Pal's *philosophy*, what kind of Right Think they're trying to impose. Is Palaseen anti-theism where their martial success comes from, because they decant every magical or religious item they get their hands on for its power? Which of course means their whole culture is powered by a non-renewable resource their success is rapidly running them out of, whoops, which I thought was going to be more of a plot point in the series overall.

One of the constant pluses of this series is how it's focused on people who aren't rulers or bosses or the ones who get books written about them afterwards. It's the small people, the ones who don't run things (or not for long), the stretcher-bearers and soup-stirrers. Yasnic/Jack is a small man with a small god, yet he's the vector of great changes. It's not really that he's small-*minded*, except in the way he thinks only about the people (or gods) in front of him, not the "big picture" other people keep yapping about. He's a Holy Fool, but he really is holy (even when he claims he isn't).

#27 Project Hanuman, by Stewart Hotston
Big Idea SF, with contrast between humans living in a virtual worlds and those in physical reality, and machine intelligences in both, and the quantum nature of information, but the prose just ... sits there. I'm not invested enough to diagnose why the sentences seem so flat to me, but they are. Very hard for me to get through because of it.

Then over this past weekend I binged the Hilary Tamar series by Sarah Caudwell, which I'd somehow missed when it was new:

#28 Thus Was Adonis Murdered
Quite amusing, comedy-of-manners murder mystery, told for the most part in *letters!* by gad, written in that joyous era of free-floating bisexuality so aptly associated with the original Edward Gorey cover, before the Plague Years arrived. The murder plot was implausible, but the book is *fun*.

#29 The Shortest Way to Hades
Amusing enough, but I didn't LOL as I did at some of the other Hilary Tamars. Possibly because I had too much sympathy for the first victim, and I felt as though no-one else did. I think there's a British class thing going on there.

#30 The Sirens Sang of Murder
I startled my family by the volume of my LOLs. There's actually serious stuff mixed in there, along with the froth of a comedy of manners and tax law. Peak Hilary Tamar!

#31 The Sibyl in Her Grave
Yeah, this one didn't work for me. Too much of the action and the plot hinges on Maurice, an experienced CofE vicar, not having the experience or resources to deal with a mentally disturbed parishioner. But mentally disturbed parishioners who fixate on the vicar (priest, iman, rabbi) are par for the course, they happen literally all the time. Maurice is a social worker, he should be able to actually *help* Daphne, and he should have people around him to be an effective buffer against her.

Or does this reflect English society of the 90s? That Daphne is supposed to read as merely one of those "odd, unstoppable people"? Because to me she *clearly* reads as someone who's been horribly abused all her life and needs some real, *serious* therapy to become a functioning member of society.

#32 Sense and Sensibility, Jane Austen.
This re-read was prompted by reading about the reception history of Jane Austen, and how at the time and for much of the 19th C readers found Austen's heroines not "feeling" enough: they really wanted heroines who were more like Marianne, less like Elinor.

Although Elinor is in many ways the most admirable of Austen's heroines, she's also the one who changes least, I think, and that makes her fundamentally the least interesting. To *grab* as a character we'd have to see Elinor change and struggle more--which is why the Emma Thompson movie is the extremely rare example of an Austen adaptation that's *better* than the book. There, I said it.

Katsucon 2026 Report

Feb. 19th, 2026 11:04 am
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As you most likely already know if you follow my Tumblr, I, a recent arrival to the DMV area, went to Katsucon for the full 3 days! This was actually my first big 3-day con, as well as my first time cosplaying, and I’m happy to say that both were very fun and went well. I’m not going to look at my bank account. It’s fine. Smile and wave, boys. Smile and wave. If you remember seeing or meeting a Rotten Girl!Miku with a light blue Yotsuba Tamaki itabag, that was probably me, unless there was a fourth Fujo Miku running around that I didn’t meet.



Here is everything that I purchased, was gifted, or otherwise received at the con. More details under the cut.

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I finished the third book in the trilogy just before going to sleep last night. It was a good read, but when all is said and done, I feel like there are a number of loose ends that, when tugged at, cause the whole thing to threaten to fall apart, if not to actually do so.

My main objection is the rest of the world. The events in the trilogy happen in the US, and we're told in mentions here and there that the rest of the world is different, likely doing better. But, except for a couple of very specific events — which are instigated by Americans — the rest of the world just stays out. The closest analogy I can think of is North Korea. Except that North Korea invests a lot in its military to keep the rest of the world out, whereas Kress's America seems to have no functioning military, or at least none that ever gets mentioned. It's like the rest of the world just goes "Oh, they're crazy. Let's stay out of there." Which doesn't seem likely, because people have time and time again demonstrated a complete inability to leave people alone.

And while the ending of the final volume is somewhat more satisfying than the ends of volumes 1 and 2, it also very much sets it up for Kress to potentially write a fourth book. And not a small opening. Imagine if Lord of the Rings had ended with a bookseller unpacking a crate of old books they'd just bought, finding a copy of How to Make Rings of Power: Complete and Unabridged by Sauron and trying to decide whether or not to put it on the shelf.

So more or less a mixed reaction. Some parts I though were good, some parts not so good. Thought-provoking, though not necessarily in the ways the author intended.

Also, I've got one comment on the physical book (and so nothing Kress could have done anything about): Maybe publicity works different in publishing, or maybe the publicity department at Tor in the mid-'90s had never heard of "underpromise then overdeliver," but I found the front cover text on this book kind of hilarious:

First Wells's The Time Machine,

then Clarke's Childhood's End, now...

BEGGARS RIDE

NANCY KRESS

Fuck "Dark Forest" theory

Feb. 18th, 2026 11:07 pm
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I absolutely DETEST the "dark forest" theory because it's utterly ridiculous. It assumes that capitalism, imperialism, and conquest is universally normal, which is absurd. It isn't even normal for all of humanity! It's an aberration! And even if it was normal universally, the universe is so goddamned HUGE that there are basically infinite resources in the universe to use without even touching planets with life. Just mining the asteroid belt and the dead planets of our own solar system would probably take us thousands of years to start running dry of things. Then there are nebulae thousands of light-years across filled with so much water and amino acids and other good stuff that it would take a fleet of ten thousand ships with ramscoops a million years to deplete. There are massive, gigantic rocky planets with water and ingredients for life but are icy and dead or too hot for anything to live there, or the gravity is too high because they're so massive. An interstellar civilization could mine those as well, since these super-massive, vaguely earth-like worlds are much too extreme for complex life. Probably too extreme even for simple life!

The explanations I favor for why we aren't hearing signals from aliens are:
1. Aliens are out there and sending signals, but the universe is just so goddamned big that none of those signals have reached us yet, or they're too weak to ever reach us because they spread out too thin. I like this one because no matter how big you think even our galaxy is -- let alone the whole universe -- you are WAY off the mark because everything in space is bigger than the human mind can even begin to comprehend. And the signals we're sending out are already thinning out so much that I'm betting most of the oldest signals are indistinguishable from the cosmic radio background noise.

2. Humans are the only sapient species stupid enough to rape and wreck our own home planet for greed and capitalism. I like this one because I like the thought that war, conquest, imperialism, and capitalism are such aberrations that most alien civilizations are living their "milk and honey / hunter gatherer" lifestyle in peace, and it's only here on Earth that anyone went insane enough to invent war, conquest, imperialism, or capitalism.

Now these two ideas aren't even mutually exclusive. I could see agriculture and even industry developing without fucking up the planet's ecosystem or the aliens killing each other over resources. It would just take longer, with more cooperation, and focusing on mining areas and techniques that would do minimal damage to the environment, and then fixing any damage done as soon as possible.

Call me an idealist, but damn... if I was a better writer, I would be writing a sci-fi novel where industrial civilizations based on cooperation and sustainability arose, and were so common as to be normal. And Earth would be there, but I'd write a humanity that had realized they had no need to bother their neighbors because there's more than enough resources in our own solar system and in solar systems without any life of their own, that it would take millions of years to even begin running out of resources. And by then, hopefully humanity would learn good sustainability lessons both from their own mistakes and from the good examples of their neighbors. And the book or books would make it damned clear that humanity was singularly unique in the sheer speed and violence of their rising from hunter/gatherer to intergalactic civilization. We'd be the barbarians shocking everyone else with how fast we flung ourselves off our home planet. Before us, it would be unheard of for anyone to achieve an intergalactic civilization in less than a million years after the advent of writing.

Sure, there would be examples of civilizations that made it to an industrial level in less time, but the only evidence for any of those would usually be found by xenoarchaeologists digging up the ruins of such civilizations after they nuked themselves into extinction before ever getting so much as a probe into outer space. It would be considered a miracle or something that we managed to overcome our own barbarism. That "or something" making a great many other alien races decide to give us a wide berth in case we were just really good at pretending to be civilized. Basically, "humans are space orcs" but in a... not so good way. Not bad exactly, just... a bit like watching a civilization of the nastiest, most violent meth addicts manage to not blow themselves up, die of an overdose, kill all their own babies from neglect or abuse, or kill each other off for drugs or money, and then get clean and begin getting their lives back on track. There'd always be the memory of what we were, and the fear we'd fall off the wagon again.

Of course we're 100% still in that "violent meth addicts" stage. As long as capitalism exists, we're going to stay there. If we want to get clean, we have to get rid of capitalism and replace it with cooperation and sustainability. We have to start caring for the Earth and the ecosystem and helping it heal from our past mistakes.

More Stuff

Feb. 18th, 2026 06:51 pm
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Yesterday I disassembled the too-wide bed frame and assembled a new one that’s the same length but a foot narrower, so Andrew has room to get into it from the side. I then packed the big frame into the new frame’s box, with the instructions, screws, and alan key, and took it down to the recycling room in the basement of our building. There’s a section there for people to leave stuff that other residents might want, so I set it there. Someone else had left a “Phantom-Line 100,” a vintage device for superimposing ruled lines on paper when doing calligraphy. I took it home, on the suspicion that it was a type of camera lucida. It sort of is—I would have to invert it and mount it at eye-level to use it as such, but in the meantime I’ve had some luck with balancing this tablet on it and using it to trace images from the screen onto a surface.
photo of me and Nanadrawing of me and Nana, flipped from the photo
The device flips the image from the original.

Monday Andrew had been watching Blackadder, and I’d remembered that Rowan Atkinson had played Inspecteur Maigret a few years ago—ten years ago as it turns out. I’ve only been able to find two of the four tv movies they did before they pulled the plug. We watched Maigret Sets A Trap, and we’re saving the other for later. Nice work by Atkinson in a serious role. Budapest stands in for 1950s Paris. Very different plot structure from the police procedurals of the last twenty-odd years, in which the murderer is nearly always someone who shows up in the first fifteen minutes—Maigret and his detectives don’t find their suspect till the third act, and then it becomes a matter of how to confirm it.

Mackenzie Crook has ventured further into magic realism with Small Prophets, and I just watched the first episode of…six, I think? The best part so far is Michael Palin as the protagonist’s father, building Rube Goldberg machines in the common living-room of his care home. This is, so far, the kind of show where much of the storytelling is done through the set dressing—there’s a wordless scene that made me say ohh, out loud, because it’s so sad and it also makes it more believeable that the protagonist will (spoiler, but nothing that doesn’t come up in the trailer and most reviews) Read more... )

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