claudeb: Just a lonely orange cat watching the moon from the windowsill on a starry night. (personal)
It took me a long time to accept I probably have ADHD (autism was easier, go figure). For decades prior, I simply thought of myself as lazy and scatterbrained. And you know what? Had to cope somehow anyway. Learned to double- and triple-check that yes, the stove is off. Yes, the door is locked. Yes, the keys are in my pocket. Learned to fight my own brain when this pesky body simply wouldn't bend down to grab that piece of litter from the floor. Gave up my last shreds of mental comfort to do all of the above for two people, because guess what.

I don't know about others. Just saying.

Speaking of which: wish I could spend all day being creature with my online friends, pampered by sci-fi robots. And never mind that's likely not possible with any amount of high tech1. Doesn't it sound creepy?

All I ever accomplished in life was by gritting my teeth and scraping my hands. Call it a tragedy. Call me broken. I literally never saw anything get done in any other way. What am I supposed to do? Pat myself on the head? Life is just behind the corner in clown shoes and boxing gloves. Ha ha.

Corollary: if you can't or won't do the thing for any reason, someone else will have to, or it won't get done. Blame, guilt, judgement, cost: these are details. In other words: you deserve help and support, but someone has to provide it.

Automation is an euphemism for shifting work around while obscuring the trail.

1) No, really: there's growing consensus that tasks like housekeeping and caring for the elderly are too complex, varied and delicate to automate, unless your robot is no longer a robot, but a person. In other words... a personal assistant. One might ask why so many people have to toil for a billionaire instead of being available to help their less fortunate neighbors. The real sci-fi here is imagining a society organized to make that possible.
claudeb: A white cat in purple wizard robe and hat, carrying a staff with a pawprint symbol. (Default)

We have an old tradition in SpinDizzy Muck: every year sometime in February or March we elect a mayor. It's a purely ceremonial position, yet it makes a big difference. Trust me, we tried going without. It sucked.

When I first got there (fifteen years ago, yikes!) it was right in the middle of the electoral campaign. My first instinct was to stay out because I was a newcomer. But Jaxen, one of the candidates, told me: "you're here now; it matters to you, too". So I read up on everyone who was running, and their platforms, and cast my vote. We do instant-runoff in SpinDizzy, by the way. That rules.

And you know what? My first or second choice actually won, and they were a fine mayor (Jaxen also won a term later). But as time went on, I became less involved, and one year I was too depressed to vote at all. Can you guess what happened? The candidate I was kind of rooting for lost by one vote.

Granted, we're a small community, but it's that much more important. Community is what we make it, all of us together and each in their own corner. And communities need a focus, or beacon. Not necessarily a leader, but someone who represents them. Someone to rally around.

There's "politics" of the kind that rhymes with "blech", and politics as in the fabric of social life. And someone has to weave the latter, too, because it doesn't happen by itself.

claudeb: Just a lonely orange cat watching the moon from the windowsill on a starry night. (critique)

Considering how hard George Lucas worked to make the Galactic Empire into a bunch of cartoon Nazis, a surprising number of Star Wars fans never got the message. I mean, between literal Stormtroopers, officer uniforms, and the use of superweapons to commit genocide, it should be obvious, right? But it never is.

It's even harder to notice the problem with those other guys in the story, whom we're supposed to root for. And it's almost always guys. You know, those who:

  • preserve ancient traditions and turn their noses at the present;
  • live an ascetic lifestyle that they flaunt as a point of pride;
  • claim to be emotionless, yet take pride in their martial prowess.

At least Sith Lords just want to rule. Jedi want to tell you how to think.

It gets worse.

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claudeb: Just a lonely orange cat watching the moon from the windowsill on a starry night. (critique)

Heinlein is a classic of sci-fi, but nowadays it's fashionable to demonize him because Starship Troopers, his best known book, is considered fascist. But… I loved that book! It means a lot to me. Oh noes, am I the baddie? Or are his critics simply wrong?

Neither. In this essay, I will argue:

  1. How Starship Troopers portrays a fascist society.
  2. Why the book itself is not, and why it's in fact a good book.
  3. That you also need to look at the wider context of Heinlein's other work.

Yes, Starship Troopers portrays a fascist society: one where military service is considered the only contribution to society valuable enough to give you a say. Sure, you can “choose” to be a second-class citizen, uh-huh. That will totally have no real consequences. You… do know what happens when entire categories of people are denied a vote, right? And where have we heard of such a society before? That's right, in the Roman Empire, which indirectly gave us the word “fascist”. Since, you know, they were the first. Funny that.

My main objection is that most of the book doesn't focus on that. In fact the main themes are duty and responsibility. Are you going to tell me those are bad things? Look around you. Look at the politicians running this world in 2022. Think again.

(Also the book features a father and son who part ways over differences only to find new common ground in the end. A happy ending I never had, and now it may be too late.)

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claudeb: Just a lonely orange cat watching the moon from the windowsill on a starry night. (critique)

This morning I was reading The Digital Antiquarian's take on Pratchett, and finally realized why I never understood the latter's fiction.

Look. My stories, too, are about ordinary flawed people only trying to save their own little world, as best they can. But that's just it: they're trying in earnest. Not taking refuge in hollow irony. Sometimes they stumble or have doubts, because it's all part of life. Sometimes they fall in love, others laugh at them, or both. But their struggles are real. Not anyone's joke.

And sometimes they end up saving the capital-W world anyway. Comes packaged with getting involved in major events way over their head. That's what Tolkien got right, and Pratchett didn't: you're not too small. Your efforts matter. Even if you fail, your story can inspire others one day. Keep the flame alive.

Which is exactly what Tolkien's imitators later did. What is it with this obsession to mock Tolkien and his fans anyway? Or for that matter Star Wars? The villains in both are so obvious, down to literal color coding, precisely because subtlety doesn't work. And so many people still missed the message. Much like with cyberpunk, go figure.

At least Pratchett never fell into the trap of cynicism that ruined the next couple of generations. We could at least take this one lesson from his writing.

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