We were wrong about the future. Everyone had it wrong, in fact. The fears instilled in us from 80s and 90s films like The Terminator and The Matrix were off the mark. AI isn't going to kill us and it won't turn us into slaves (or batteries). But that doesn't mean we shouldn't be afraid... Continue Reading →
Unless you've been living under a rock, you've probably heard about MAUS, Art Spiegelman's moving holocaust graphic novel, now recently banned by the Tennessee School Board. Schools in Tennessee are run by ninnies, apparently, because all seven members voted to keep the book from the hands of middle schoolers owing to the book's depiction of... Continue Reading →
A lot of people have pet peeves, but I have more of a PET LOATHING. With the deepest passion imaginable, I absolutely abhor automation. If automation were a person, I'd want to slowly torture them to death. Friends and family can't seem to understand this, why I go off into a mouth-foaming, profanity-laden frenzy when... Continue Reading →
Basically porn. Is every heroine in a skimpy outfit inherently sexist? Is objectification directly proportional to the amount of skin on display? Or is it all about the pose? Do male heroes like He-Man exist solely as a projection fantasy? Or can women enjoy looking at scantily clad men in the same way, and do... Continue Reading →
I delve deep into the themes of Jon Krakauer's Into the Wild, a nonfiction accounting of the life and death of Christopher J. McCandless, an idealistic college student who sought his life's purpose by escaping society, surviving alone for four months in the Alaskan wilderness until his untimely death. https://youtu.be/DZ5T-025N1Q
I had no plans to write a post tonight. It's late, I've had a long day, and I am tired. Plus, this isn't a political blog. My power to influence anyone's opinion is null. But I can't sleep, and these are the words rattling around in my skull. Ever since Trump got elected four years... Continue Reading →
I have lost two friends over Trump. My cycling buddy was the first, whom I hardly had much in common with, other than hitting the trail. The other friend I've known for two-decades. Back in the 90s, long before Facebook, fans of niche pop culture met through e-mail lists, where we shared our passion for... Continue Reading →
It's the end of the world as we know it ... and I feel fine. R.E.M I have a lot of experience writing about apocalyptic events. You could almost say it's my forte. In Ages of Aenya, when the sun expands from a yellow star to a red supergiant, 90% of all Aenya species perish. Millenniums... Continue Reading →
I try to steer clear of politics at Thanksgiving dinner, because I can get pretty passionate, and because my brother happens to be a Trump supporter. But when the subject turned to taxes, Bernie Sanders, and the evils of socialism, I had to chime in. What my brother fails to understand, as I think most... Continue Reading →
Solstice Night by Alice Gastaldon I am passionate about my heroes, Xandr and Thelana, because I share their values, and attitudes, regarding communal nakedness. Since clothing is utterly unknown to their people, the Ilmar, they have no sense of body shame, no understanding, actually, of what it means to be "naked". The Ilmar manage this... Continue Reading →
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