Author: Aaron Weber

Canceled

So we finally canceled our NYT subscription last week, after the latest fiasco of an article by Pamela Paul. It’s not just their endless transphobic “just-asking-questions” routine, to be honest. That’s well-documented and embarrassing — and a repeat of their 1990s-era failures to respect gay issues or cover them with the care or attention they deserved. Recall:

The Times… even refused to use the word “gay” in its pages until June 1987, doggedly sticking to the more clinical “homosexual.” And it underplayed the spread of AIDS, waiting nearly two years after its first, now-legendary item broaching the subject to run a story about AIDS on its front page.

The Pamela Paul article was just the last straw for us. Frankly, we should have unsubscribed when they published notorious troll Jesse freaking Singal, someone so beloved by the vilest denizens of the internet that many online critics write his name as J***e S***al to avoid mob harassment from his fans.

But the Times has, frankly, been dropping the ball all over the place. There was the 2020 Tom Cotton op-ed advocating a military coup. There were the numerous times they interviewed Republican operatives and described them as regular everyday voters. And they completely fucked up their coverage of DeSantis’ Florida book-banning campaign.

It’s just a never-ending clown show. At some point one has to wonder if they’re actually interested in truth, or if they just want to keep both-sides-ing everything to death.

See Also

McSweeneys: In Order to Keep Our Editorial Page Completely Balanced, We Are Hiring More Dipshits

The Onion: It Is Journalism’s Sacred Duty To Endanger The Lives Of As Many Trans People As Possible

Meanwhile

Wired: Conspiracy theorists think a movement to legalize corner stores is a conspiracy to ban freedom of movement. And they’re harassing traffic engineers and city planners about it.

Defector: A decent analysis of George Santos and the post-shame/post-reality moment he inhabits.

Joy

This dog responding to instructions from a song

This very accurate observation:

whales are a lot like lizards in that neither of them are a species of housecat — whalefact (@awhalefact) February 20, 2023

Check out this live, mostly-acoustic performance of the classic Aphex Twin electronic composition Alberto Balsam, interpreted beautifully by the Swedish psych-rock band Dungen. (Yes, the original song is inspired by shampoo and features samples of the sound of the musician’s hair being cut).

Days Like These

Today’s song is More, by Low. It’s about how difficult it is to dismantle structures of gender-based oppression. It’s also fantastic. The way the distorted riff plays against Mimi Parker’s clean, high tone just works. The whole album, HEY WHAT, is strange and filter-heavy, the culmination of a long journey from their slow, quiet origins, which had sprung, in the mid-1990s, from the inspirations of “Eno, Joy Division, and the boredom of living in Duluth.“

Bonus track: Speedy Ortiz, “No Below.”

More than what it should have cost

In the past few years, Walgreens and other retailers have closed quite a few locations, blaming gangs of shoplifters. They now admit they were lying about it, just like I told you they were.

All of what I didn’t have

Joy

Hand-crafted artisanal marketing copy

I’m a little worried about AI these days. Most of my work right now is not new creation, but adjusting existing materials and ideas for a specific purpose — cutting 500 words of copy to 250, writing a teaser paragraph to get people to download a whitepaper, and so on. AI could do some of that for me, which would be convenient until it could do all of that for me, at which point I’d be out of a job.

Sci-Fi: maybe someday in the future technology will automate all the boring things in life so everyone can focus on their artistic endeavours

Reality: okay so we’ve successfully automated all art so nobody should be distracted from their boring jobs anymore — Roger O’Sullivan (@RogerOSullivan) December 12, 2022

Noah Smith is optimistic, noting that “dystopia is when robots take half your jobs. Utopia is when robots take half your job.” In other words, AI could automate the annoying parts of our work and let us get to the good parts. He imagines that his writing will now be making a list his ideas, having an AI churn out a first draft of a column, and then revising to suit. Unfortunately, he’s one of the lucky few whose job requires original thinking. And honestly, his ideas are already written down. ChatGPT could already remix existing Noah Smith columns to create a “new” one on most economic, social, or technological topics.

As Today in Tabs puts it:

It’s very funny for a professional writer to admit that his job is to come up with some ideas and then encase them in low-value bullshit that a bot could generate, but I do think he’s right, and that generating necessary bullshit is the worst part of many jobs. Writing grants, writing software project proposals, writing pitch decks—lots of jobs consist of coming up with an idea and then coating it in bullshit of a particular format. Lawyers do almost nothing else. A lot of people could nearly eliminate the worst parts of their job with a good bullshit generator, as long as everyone just stays cool and pretends we’re not all using AI to do that. So don’t be a narc.

I’ve tried making ChatGPT write some copy for me. It was able to accurately explain the difference between coordination of benefits and subrogation among insurers (coordination is when you figure out which insurer to bill; subrogation is when one insurer pays a bill and then makes another pay it back). I asked it to write one of this year’s Princeton college application essay supplements, about community service (it says grew up in rural Pennsylvania and identifies specific on-campus service organizations it would like to join). Asked “In 50 words or less, what song represents the soundtrack to your life right now?” it responded:

“The Climb” by Miley Cyrus – a reminder to keep pushing forward and never give up, no matter how hard the journey may be.

It’s not perfect, but it’s good enough to make me think about yet another career pivot aimed at either using AI to generate my marketing bullshit exponentially faster, or developing a brand of hand-crafted artisanal bullshit that I can sell for a higher price.

Negative creep

Born in the USA

I think it’s kinda funny, I think it’s kinda sad

John Wick except it’s Gonzo and the mob just killed one of his chickens — @popeawesomexiii@mstdn.party (@PopeAwesomeXIII) December 3, 2022

Joy

It Sucks and You Like It

One of the canonical, oft-repeated anecdotes of my marriage is that one time, years ago, my wife and I were at the cheesemonger’s when the radio began playing Belle & Sebastian. I said “Oh, I haven’t heard this song in ages!”

Disgusted, she asked “What is it, Sublime?”

“What? No!”

“Whatever, it sucks and you like it!”

In that spirit, I present you some of the best single posts from the website which sucks and which we nevertheless like, Twitter:

And these longer threads that make me laugh until I cry:

Twitter is dying, and new platforms struggle to be born. Now is the time of Elon and his muskrats.

Vocabulary

This week I have picked up a book called Shadow & Claw, recommended by internet acquaintances who describe it as the great American sci-fi/fantasy epic. The New Yorker describes author Gene Wolfe as a “difficult genius” and relates that he’s been called the Melville of sci-fi by no less than Ursula K. LeGuin. I can see why.

The book has clearly been written to compete with Tolkien, not with elves and such, but with an enormous, carefully imagined world and a backstory so vast as to be incomprehensible even to the protagonists. Most importantly, the prose style asserts (perhaps too much) that the genre is worthy of literary respect. Wolfe stretches for antique words in a way that shouldn’t work, but somehow does: a man is strangled with a lambrequin rather than a simple garotte; peasants step aside for armigers rather than minor nobility; cavalry ride destriers to meet carracks arriving at the shore; an officer leads a lochus of peltasts; a weary traveler leans upon a paterissa. I haven’t had to guess at meanings or open a dictionary so frequently since I was a tween tearing through the grownup sci-fi/fantasy section at my hometown library. Trying to make sense of unfamiliar words in almost-familiar contexts manages to create a a sort of unheimlich sensation, the familiar tropes of a genre rendered once more uncanny… when it’s not just a colossal pain in the ass.

Joy

This cat is two sauces long.
AI-generated packages for different regionally popular candies.
Cat or underwear model?
The hazards of having a retriever at Halloween.
Rather longer but well worth your time, this absolutely scathing article about the state of the UK Conservative Party.

Swim and Sleep Like a Shark

I usually like to start these newsletter/blog posts off with some of my own thoughts but I haven’t got any for today. Instead, here’s the song “Swim and Sleep (Like a Shark)” by Unknown Mortal Orchestra.

What I’ve Been Reading

Interesting Articles From Sources I Don’t Entirely Trust

Joy

Did You Get You a Haircut?

Today’s song is Haircut by Petey & Miya Folick:

Sure you can touch it, and yes it’s so soft,
No I don’t feel different, I still feel fucking lost.


On Feeling Lost

A personal essay about passive suicidal ideation.
A personal essay about being so depressed you force force an AI to create a thousand portraits of Spongebob Squarepants.


On Politics

A word about Christian fascism from Jared Yates Sexton.
A word about Christian fascism from a town that’s closing its local library rather than allow it to have books about gay people.
A word about Christian fascism in the form of a profile of an NYT profile of Republican Senate candidate Blake Masters.

Related: people feel unsafe and push for police crackdowns not because of crime specifically but because of visible poverty. We could address many of these highly visible, highly upsetting problems by providing more housing, but because we regard them as criminal we do the American thing and just add guns to the mix, to predictably terrible results.


On Joy

Branch manager and assistant branch manager.
Dog learns how to pet a cat (kinda).
This goofy-ass dog.
Dog wears makeshift hat.
This is what yawning elephant shrews look like.
A highly-rated dog.
Cat or potato chip?
Say Anything, carcinization edition.
Pitbull x dachshund.

It Takes You a Long Time to Bleed to Death. But You Do.

Even before this month’s Supreme Court attack on women’s bodily autonomy, doctors in conservative states were refusing or delaying care for women having miscarriages, and with the legality of basic medical care in question, things are about to get a lot worse. Several Kansas City hospitals have already stopped providing emergency contraception for fear of lawsuits. If the history of other places that have banned abortion is any indication, we’re about to see teen suicides rise even beyond their current elevated levels.

Republicans will almost certainly push for a nationwide ban next, which makes you wonder how much more polarized things can get. Ron Brownstein, writing in the Atlantic, sees two historical parallels. The more recent is Jim Crow, when the states of the old confederacy took a “defensive” approach to their anti-rights agenda, enforcing segregation in-state but not trying to codify it nationwide. The other is the “offensive” runup to the Civil War, when the states of what would become the confederacy tried to spread slavery nationwide. Brownstein is careful to note he isn’t saying we’re doomed to an actual all-out war, but offense seems inevitable. As state-level voting rights violations, a hard-right Supreme Court, and the regressive nature of the US Senate itself lead an extremist minority to national power, we’re going to see a good deal of offense and escalation.

We’re already seeing stochastic terrorism. With Iowa and other states making it legal to run over a protestor with your car, for example, it was pretty much inevitable that we’d see some dude driving his F-150 Raptor into a Cedar Rapids pro-choice protest. Nobody died this time, fortunately, but the driver did not face any immediate consequences, which doesn’t exactly inspire confidence in the next time.

And there will be a next time.

Clipping Service

Bill McKibben in The New Yorker on yet another in the apparently interminable series of monstrous decisions:

But, of course, the Court has also insured that “getting a clear statement from Congress” to address our deepest problems is essentially impossible. The decision in Citizens United v. F.E.C., in 2010, empowered corporations to game our political system at will. That explains, in part, why Congress has not passed a real climate bill in decades. The efforts that Democratic Administrations have made to try and control greenhouse gasses have mostly used provisions of the Clean Air Act because it is the last serious law of its kind that ever came to a President’s desk (Nixon’s, in this case).

The Imperfectionist on how to give yourself a break about a challenge that seems difficult but is in fact impossible:

Here’s a surprisingly useful question to ask yourself next time you’re stumped by a problem, daunted by a challenge, or stuck in a creative rut: “What if this situation is even worse than I thought?”
…
Imposter syndrome? Worse than you think – because you think the issue is that you don’t yet have the qualifications to hold your own among your colleagues, when in fact the truth is that everyone is winging it, all the time, and that if you’re ever going to make your unique contribution to the world, you’re going to have to do it in a state of unreadiness.

Ali Griswold on abortion care as a corporate perk (and the hypocrisy of companies offering it):

It should go without saying that turning access to basic life-saving women’s health care into a corporate perk to attract and retain talent is the sort of perverse and dystopian outcome you’d only encounter in a country like the U.S. In addition to making people more dependent on their employers, it’s also a band-aid available to a tiny percentage of the working population and a potential privacy nightmare.

Michelle Wilde Anderson at Lithub on the the downward spiral of insolvent cities:

In public services, as in so much of life, you get what you pay for, which drives the gaping inequality among cities. Decades into a process of fiscal decline, a local government will have no more loans to take, taxes to raise, services to privatize, or assets worth selling. As the city reduces or eliminates staff, local government seems less competent and more irritating. Infrastructure and public space decays. “It’s death by a thousand cuts,” says Reverend Joan Ross of Detroit, referring to the city’s collapse in services. “It takes you a long time to bleed to death. But you do.”

Joy

To Give Up Eating for Fear of Choking

Peter Hessler is one of my favorite writers on just about any subject, and this month he has a story about how he lost his job teaching English in China. Nobody is exactly sure what the real rules are, and everyone denies having said anything when contacted by fact-checkers, but Hessler clearly became slightly too controversial for administrative comfort after one of his comments on a student’s essay was misquoted and went viral on Weibo.

What fascinated me was how the students navigated the Kafkaesque political landscape of nebulous rules with inconsistent enforcement. They all had to use illegal VPNs to do better research for term papers. They all know the cruelty and capriciousness with which success can be granted or taken away, no matter how hard they work. But the system, cruel and capricious and corrupt as it is, still seems too immense to change, and grants them enough rewards that it seems worthwhile. So, they live with it, even though most aren’t strongly nationalistic and don’t believe the propaganda. The idiom that keeps coming up is that one should not yinyefeishi, or give up eating for fear of choking. As long as living standards continue to rise generation to generation, the failures of the current system are acceptable, and radical change isn’t necessary or desirable to most people.

The article doesn’t guess at what might happen if the system fails to deliver, if a gerontocracy refuses to relinquish its hold on power, if standards of living and life expectancy start to drop for the next generation. Perhaps the US will find out before China.

You Were the King of Carrot Flowers

Oh Comely

How Strange it Is To Be Anything at All

This is Not a Place of Honor

In the 1980s, researchers and semioticians began to try to imagine a way to label nuclear waste that would be legible for the thousands of years it would be dangerous. By the 1990s they had come up with a series of symbols, increasingly complex messages, and easy to translate phrases that could be used to at least make an attempt to communicate a danger to a far-future archaeologist.

One key segment begins like this:

“This place is not a place of honor. No highly esteemed deed is commemorated here. Nothing valued is here. What is here was dangerous and repulsive to us.“

Unfortunately, the scholars did not take into account how hilarious it is to just put that shit on everything, which is why for $21 you can buy a cute little yard sign saying just that, but in the text style of those “Everyone as welcome here” signs you see in expensive neighborhoods.

So, good luck to future archaeologists trying to sort out which of our warnings are ironic and which are accompanied by dangerous levels of ionizing radiation. The texts we leave behind will probably make about as much sense as that ancient Sumerian “dog walks into a bar” tablet.

Can’t talk (there’s no signal inside) but I think I just found a place of honor! I bet all kinds of highly esteemed deeds are commemorated here — capsandnumbers (@Capsandnumbers) March 23, 2022

No Highly Esteemed Deeds

The Nation covers a class realignment focused on asset ownership rather than income or relation to the means of production, and specifically real estate asset ownership. One thing they note which I had not known is that homelessness as we know it today really only took off in the 1970s:

Although poor Americans have always resided in substandard housing, street homelessness only became a large-scale urban phenomenon in the late 1970s. A relatively early study of the homelessness crisis, Peter Rossi’s Down and Out in America, distinguishes between “old” homelessness and contemporary “literal homelessness” by noting that in the decades prior to the rise of mass homelessness, “the homeless by and large were familyless persons living in very inexpensive (and often inadequate) housing, mainly cubicle and SRO [single-room-occupancy] hotels.” By 1979, Rossi wrote, “It became more and more difficult to ignore the evidence that some people had no shelter and lived on the streets.”

Not A Place of Honor

This New Yorker article about the Margaritaville Retirement Communities is absolutely worth your time. The proponents note that it’s “like being in college,” in that there’s a lot of people like you (white, financially comfortable, apolitical) and you can get pretty much anywhere you need to go on foot or by golf cart. It actually does sound fun. But it also sounds like a nightmare?

Dangerous and Repulsive

The school newspaper is shut down, bullying and harassment are up, and several beloved teachers are being forced out at a Texas high school following a collapsed initiative to support LGBTQ+ students. Texas is also facing a shortage of high school teachers for some reason.

It’s part of an explicit strategy of vilifying gay and trans people, of systematically eroding support for students and teachers alike, and of bankrupting school districts by encouraging vigilante lawsuits. Don’t worry though, there’s an ultra-right-wing charter school operation ready to take the place of your ruined public school system!

Mainstream Democrats have responded by blaming the gays for being too strident and trying to pivot to the center, as though letting the Child Tax Credit expire and plunging millions of children back into poverty would be a good way to mollify Q-anon cultists who believe Democrats are all satanic child molesters.

Cultivating Joy

A tiny cabinet converted into a tiny apartment for chihuahuas.
Tinycat!

Hey Come Here, Let Me Whisper In Your Ear

Ever notice how a lot of new trucks & SUVs have those sort of weird upturned snouts and big, angry looking faces? That’s not a coincidence.

The upturned snouts are a regulatory trick to make them qualify as off-road or heavy-duty vehicles so they have lower fuel economy and safety requirements. It’s the same phenomenon as putting seats into the back of the Subaru Brat was designed to get around a tax on light trucks known, for complex reasons, as the Chicken Tax.

The angry face is mostly aesthetic, an appeal to buyers who want a truck to look tough. Both design trends result in higher bumpers, greater mass, and reduced forward visibility, and those in turn lead to excess deaths, just like the Subaru Brat killed or maimed more than a few of its fun-loving truck-bed passengers.

Slate, ever the hot-take machine, went ahead and made that subtext explicit:

Whether you bought a Sierra… or a Ram or a Silverado or a Jeep Gladiator or any other megatruck or monster SUV, you’re making an announcement to the world. It’s not the announcement you think it is, though. It’s not about your wealth or your toughness or your masculinity. No, you’ve announced, very clearly, that you don’t care if you accidentally kill a stranger. You’re saying: “I’m totally cool with someone else dying because of a decision I made.”

That’s not theoretical. The NHTSA just released their 2020 stats, and despite decreased vehicle miles traveled (VMT) due to the pandemic, 38,824 people died in traffic, the most since ’07. 

Of course, I also just responded to a recent survey about cycling by saying that the main reason I don’t ride my bike is that I have nowhere to go.

Half of It Is Innocent

99 Percent Invisible covers the rise and diversification of the Chinese factory art scene in Dafen Village, Shenzen. It’s pretty cool.

Half of It Is Wise

Back in the 70s and 80s, right-wingers used to say that environmentalists were like watermelons: Green on the outside, Red on the inside. With the arrival of undeniable climate change impacts, argues a new thinktank policy paper, we’re about to see some avocados: green on the outside, Brownshirt on the inside. It sounds kind of surprising until you recall that in the early 2000s the Sierra Club was nearly taken over by anti-immigrant groups who argued that America had limited resources and should reserve them for native-born whites.

Meanwhile, in some untidy spot, a 2012 interview with former advisor Gleb Pavlovsky about Putin seems prescient.

The Whole Damn Thing Makes No Sense

Me: *sigh* not my monkeys, not my circus

Ringmaster: that’s right. And the hat, give me back the hat.

cap’n watsisname (@capnwatsisname) June 16, 2019

Joy

This dog.
Perhaps this one.
Or maybe this cat.
Or this one.
Regardless, I think I may have found the only good parking lot.
Definitely take a look at this owl trying to act dignified despite being loopy as hell coming out of anesthesia.