Dreamed last night I got a spider underneath my shirt and it bit me several times before I got it out. Also we were both journalists and the spider was my editor
Conan Doyle was good at micro fiction. These little stories he drops into Holmes stories as asides:
❝A third case worthy of note is that of Isadora Persano, the well-known journalist and duellist, who was found stark staring mad with a match box in front of him which contained a remarkable worm said to be unknown to science.❞
Anyone remember how, before the year 2000, the U.S. party identifications of the colors red and blue were switched every four years by the TV networks’ electoral maps? The two colors only got locked in to their parties during the Bush / Gore endlessness, when people started talking about “red states” and “red America”, and so on
So if you wondered why the fascist party got socialist/revolutionary red, and the liberal-centrist party got Tory/royalist blue, that’s why. Pure historical accident
This take seems to confuse the top 1% of income globally—more than seventy million people—with the top 1% in the richest countries. If you’re above the US median, you’re probably in the global 1%.
If the “everybody else” we must live like is something like the global income average, that’s way below poverty in the US. What we think of as an ordinary dignified working class lifestyle (in the developed West) would be ruled out by this particular limit. https://todon.eu/@ramonita/111442142613775266
We can’t get out of the climate crisis by expropriating the rich, or what we think of in the developed west as the rich, because the “sustainability” threshold is way, way down the wealth and income ladder. Eliminate the personal carbon emissions of everyone making more than a million a year and I doubt you’d be able to detect the dip.
The scale of demand destruction that will have to happen to keep the planet habitable will ruin the way of life of most people, if it doesn’t just kill them.
@zorinlynx I’d been doing it for years and never got a ticket, even though it was always illegal, as I have discovered.
Nashville cops are not big on traffic enforcement. They’re understaffed and mad at the city, so I think they quit writing traffic tickets almost entirely a few years ago. That’s the story, anyway. Turns out the world kept going just fine.
In chapter eight of Wodehouse’s “the Code of the Woosters”, when Stiffie Byng sets up a meeting for twelve ‘pip emma’, it’s clear she means midnight—it should have been twelve ‘ack emma’.
Unless in England, or in England of the past, midnight is twelve p.m.
“And so goes he forth: a clamless shell, as it were—a man of straw—a house untenanted—a futile, motile void." – George Herriman, “Krazy Kat”GenX Jewish Midwesterner in the exurban Southern USPhilosophy PhDUtopian socialistGen-AI LudditeSoccer, cooking, the ruthless criticism of everything existing, and cats(mute #FediFC to avoid my soccer posts)