Port Townsend — Paul
Port Townsend sunset
Port Townsend at sunset
Mike’s Birthday — Tacoma, Washington September 2012
St Louis #1
The theme this year is pirates. I just realized I am on no pirate-related programming. So I will throw this out there: a few years ago I was saying that pirates are the new zombies are the new vampires. Steampunk is the new pirates. I don’t know if there’s a new steampunk.
Supernatural Horror and the Influence of Lovecraft – Fri, Oct 4; 11 PM – 12 AM (midnight)
Others Among Us – Sat, Oct 5; 10 AM – 11 AM
Much Ado About Whedon – Sun, Oct 6; 1 PM – 2 PM
Trapped by the Taliban (or: Who are you to tell me where to be on my own planet?) – Sun, Oct 6, 3 PM – 4 PM
See you at the Delta Vancouver Airport Hotel 3500 Cessna Drive, Richmond, BC.
Dear Facebook, you are broken. You have frustrated me so much that you have made what is supposed to be a PLEASANT SOCIAL EXPERIENCE (ie people wishing me a happy birthday) into a nightmarish exercise in dysfunctional computer interfaces and annoyance that ELICITED AN ACTUAL PRIMAL SCREAM OF FRUSTRATION. Seriously. My throat hurts now. Facebook, if you were a thing, I would throw you across the room. (I was able to resist the temptation to throw the computer across the room)
On my timeline it tells me that 27 people have wished me a happy birthday. Then it shows me the five or six most recent wishes. Then it says there are “23 more” in a clickable link — which, when I click on that link, shows me only ONE name of somebody else who wrote on my timeline.
I started poking around to try to find out what the bleedin’ ‘ell was going on, and this BLEEPITY BLEEP popup inviting me to “Explore Graph Search” won’t get out of my everlovin’ way. No, Facebook, I do not want to explore graph search. But there is no “get the hell out of my way you stupid popup” button. There is only a “Take Tour” and “remind me later” button.
DO NOT REMIND ME LATER. DO NOT MAKE ME TAKE A TOUR. TELL ME WHY YOU ARE BROKEN AND HOW TO FIX YOU, STUPID STUPID FACEBOOK.
Anyway, the upshot is: I love you guys, and I hate Facebook. So if I fail to acknowledge your birthday greetings, it is because Facebook is broken, and now I’m all stressed out, and possibly the neighbors are calling the cops because they heard the scream and thinks somebody is being axe-murdered. And when the cops show up, I can say: no axe murder, just Facebook. And they will nod in understanding.
If you would like to talk to me on something less broken than Facebook, here are some other places that aren’t Facebook, which is broken.
— This is from an epic chemical dismantling of a Buzzfeed article about AIEE!!!! TOXIC FOODSTUFFS!!!! But I wanted to pull out these quotes in particular because I think it’s highly relevant to why people think this way — on some level many of us, maybe all of us, are magical essentialist thinkers. It’s how our brains work. We know not to say an “unclean” food is inhabited by evil spirits or whatever, because in the current culture that makes us sound nutty. But we’ll use concepts like “chemicals” or “radiation” in the same way that we would use concepts like curses or evil spirits.if I isolate a beneficial chemical compound from some natural source [..] that molecule is identical to a copy of it I make in my lab. There is no essence, no vital spirit. A compound is what it is
Another assumption that seems common to this mindset is that when something is poisonous at some concentration, it is therefore poisonous at all concentrations. It has some poisonous character to it that cannot be expunged nor diluted. [but] the dose makes the poison.