Regardened

The book I’ve enjoyed the most lately has been A Half-Built Garden by Ruthanna Emrys.

This is a tale well-told despite the author’s shaky understanding of what makes sustainability live up to its name. That said, the characters are realistically flawed and human (even the ones who are not human) with no Mary Sues to be found. If you like Kim Stanley Robinson but want his writing to be more like Ursula K. LeGuin (which I do) this book might be for you.

It’s the rare book I didn’t want to put down. Recommended.

Fake Sec

Most of what I used browsers for and formerly did with them has been banned in modern browsers to snooker the rubes for security.

This is true of most crapplications these days, but with browsers it’s particularly galling as they had so much potential, all wasted, all foregone.

Inconv

Dead tree book experience is vastly, vastly worse. They are heavy, a hassle to hold and to hold open, and just a bad interface. I switch between books often. I can’t carry a dozen fucking books in my bag. The font is often tiny. This bothered me when I was younger but now that I can change the font size on ereaders I find it utterly intolerable.

Physical books are just so inconvenient and annoying. Really hate them these days.

How We Did

We went places, talked to one another, didn’t think being attracted to someone in person was harassment and we just up and asked each other out. Even girls (and guys, though I only asked girls) in Waffle Houses and bookstores. And didn’t see that as harassment, either.

You chat up the girl in the grocery store, ask her what she’s doing Saturday night. Back in those days it also wasn’t verboten to ask co-workers out, so we’d date them very often too. Happened all the time.

Some things were worse and some were better, but that’s how we did it once upon a time.