Fuck the cloud. It is for chumps. I will never use it for anything important because that is what a chump would do.
“Goethe opposed the use of the microscope, since he believed that what cannot be seen with the naked eye should not be seen, and that what is hidden from us is hidden for a purpose. In this, Goethe was a scandal among scientists, whose first, firm, and necessary principle is that if something can be done, then it should be done.”
-John Bainville, “Beauty, Charm and Strangeness: Science as Metaphor”, Science 281, 1998.
Our current sex harassment discussion is woefully class-skewed. Too much about actresses and not enough about hotel housekeepers.
— Barbara Ehrenreich (@B_Ehrenreich) November 9, 2017
While no one should be sexually harassed or assaulted, and it’s traumatic for anyone, I’d rather spend lot more time defending waitresses, bartenders, hairstylists and housecleanears than rich and powerful women who, by comparison, have it made in life.
Why can’t we do that? (We won’t.)
In super-shitty Office 2016’s Word for Windows, I can sometimes type 10 words ahead of what is actually displaying on the screen.
It’s like being back in 1986 and connected to a BBS so slow that I could type more quickly than it could echo the input back to me.
Here’s what I mean about undesirable men being bashed as a result of the Harvey Weinstein allegations and fallout. This is one of the many examples in the wild:
Your periodic reminder that sexual predators often purposely create an overtly feminist public persona
— Anne Thériault (@anne_theriault) November 9, 2017
Check out the whole thread. I doubt there is any real difference in the rate of sexual predatorship of male feminist allies and any other men. I suspect probably lower. Notice, though, that she’s not condemning jock types or frat bros among whom sexual assault is vastly more prevalent. Does that tell you anything? It should.
Anyway, what’s really going on here is that she’s responding predictably to the culture around her, like most people (even if they don’t realize it). The problem is that even most feminists see male feminists or male feminist allies as undesirable men, and unworthy of respect. The castigation and condemnation results from this, truly, not any actions that are unusual.
I am not blaming women. I don’t even care that much. Culture is powerful, and few people can resist it all that much. But it’s bonkers to think that a male feminist ally is more likely to assault you than some bro lawyer or jock type.
Those people have power, though. They are not safe to oppose. Male feminist allies, however, are seen as weak and emasculated by nearly everyone (including feminists) so they are a great target for derision.
I haven’t written anything about Tom Petty. I like his music well enough and some of his songs quite a lot. But his death struck a little too close to home, literally.
He was a North Florida boy like me. His dad thought him effeminate, called him a faggot. Like mine did to me. He fled North Florida. Just like I did. Found a better life, too.
He seemed like a good man.
When I saw his videos on TV in the 1980s, someone told me that he was from North Florida. At the time I didn’t know his story. No internet then. But I thought, Strange-looking North Florida weirdos can do ok in this world, it turns out, and that truly did help me. Then, I needed all the help I could get. You have no idea. I make light of it now, but times, as they say, was rough.
Me. Tom Petty. North Florida weirdos achieving escape velocity.
A very unappreciated artist, Jess Klein:
No reverb on the mic. No backing track. Just her, and better than most people with a full band.
Chevy finally released the 2017 production numbers for my car. With the options mine has, there were only 49 made on the entire planet in model year 2017.
There were only 283 in my color ever made, for all years produced.
No one cares (and I like it that way), but it’s odd driving a really rare car. I get to be in the exotic car club without paying exotic car prices.
And that car is a blast to drive. Love every minute of it. Even crawling along in traffic is better.
Even when you explicitly set Microsoft Word to French and attempt to type in that language, it sometimes mysteriously reverts back to English in part of the document and then gives you a case of the red squigglies.
I am not as good at French orthography as I am at English, so I spent like 30 seconds staring at “parfois” trying to figure out what the hell I’d spelled wrong because it looked fine to me.
It was fine; Word was the one with the problem — surprise!