Freelance journalist and dirty hippie burner.

I read news so you don’t have to (but you still should).

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Cake day: June 6th, 2023

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  • So far, so good. After a couple of weeks basically under the radar with everyone I know, I finally talked with my mom about the financial hole I dug myself with my ex-wife. I basically figured out a way to convert one short-term loan from CashApp into a different kind of short-term loan through them and bought myself another month.

    Thankfully, by now I’d revised my argument to the point that not taking out the loan for her would have been the more expensive option overall, given the extra stop at a friend’s place by the airport to pick up my gaming rig that he never ended up using. And throwing the cherry on that was “it was an expensive lesson, but with other things going on, it led me to realize this is simply who she’s been for the past 17 years, and I can’t hope for her to ever change.”

    And then pointed out we have a couple of weeks before it’s due, as interest is assessed at the time of the loan, so early repayment is pointless.

    So, Arizona planning that was supposed to happen a couple of weeks ago when I lost it on her was able to proceed apace, and she had more info about her plans (only one, compared with the smorgasbord she’d been planning and thus irritating the fuck out of me with). Sounds more like the trip I’d agreed to than what she’d been trying to turn it into. The hotel in Phoenix is going to be about three miles from the house I grew up in, which in the Valley is basically next door, and that’s the mountain where we’re spreading his ashes.

    No fresh hell has come my way, and we’re actually going to get the elusive week Texas never provides: Highs in the mid-80s, lows in the mid-60s, sunny, low humidity. Basically Christmas in Phoenix. Oh, and I get to avoid the stupidity of randomly changing the clock by an hour as I’ll be in Arizona for the switch to standard time.


  • Just to have a bit of fun, I sent that link to ChatGPT to see what their take would be. After the requisite throat-clearing absolving itself while agreeing it’s an inappropriate use case, I got down to brass tacks:

    Following election news is admittedly a pain in the ass, especially in an environment where empirical facts now often take a back seat to the letter after a candidate’s name, and shouting nonsense is often the core of a campaign. Take the Texas Senate race as an example: If you only watch Fox News, James Talarico is a radical godless communist whose main goal is to turn all kids trans before they even make it to high school, and the campaign ads in between will confirm the narrative, when the reality is Talarico is a Presbyterian seminary student who may know a bit more about Christianity than most voters who claim to be staunch Christians. Evangelicals hate when you point out the basis of the faith is loving each other.

    And this, I shit you not, was the beginning of the response:

    Following an election properly is a research problem with a continuously changing corpus. You have to keep updating the set of facts you’re working from, distinguish primary evidence from somebody’s characterization of it, and notice when something that seemed peripheral becomes important.

    And the Talarico example is almost comically good for demonstrating why “relevance” isn’t a neutral filtering operation.

    There is a real, documented religious story here. Talarico attends Austin Presbyterian Theological Seminary and is training to become a Presbyterian minister; the Texas Tribune has reported extensively on how his theology informs his politics. His central theological argument really does involve the Christian obligation to love one’s neighbour and the idea that political action is, in part, about how we treat other people.

    At the same time, he has said things such as “God is nonbinary” in a legislative speech, and Republican opponents have seized on that as evidence of his supposedly radical theology. The underlying statement exists; what it means theologically is a separate question.

    Well, that’s an unexpected response, not least of which because I’ve been following the race pretty closely, and I’ve not seen this quote before, which I point out.

    Talarico is a Presbyterian seminarian who has explicitly made Christianity central to his political identity; he completed a master’s degree in theological studies and has described his politics through Jesus’ commandments to love God and one’s neighbor.

    And “God is nonbinary” is absolutely a real Talarico quotation. But it came from a 2021 Texas House speech about a bill concerning transgender athletes, where he was making a theological argument about biblical descriptions of God. He has subsequently explained that he was deliberately being provocative and meant that God cannot be confined to human categories.

    So, I ask why the hell a quote from an unrelated situation from five years ago would come in response to a question about a candidate in 2026, and it admits there’s a fair amount of sources in current conservative circles presenting it as both current and relevant, so that’s what it went with.

    Great when you already know enough to question; propaganda otherwise.




  • I mean, that jackass move is how I found Beehaw! But the reality is, many old. users didn’t use apps in the first place. So while that was a clusterfuck, it wasn’t surgically targeted at the very people who produce the content that makes Reddit valuable. Cutting off access to old. will be the final straw for me, and I’m going to guess I’m not alone. I don’t want some cartoonish, ad-laden approximation of Reddit.




  • I basically disappeared into a cave for the past week. After 17 years, it’s hard to accept the person you thought was meant for you will never be more than a tantrum-throwing value extractor. I’ve been cycling through so many emotions at random it made the most sense to stay in my room.

    When we got divorced, at least relief was in the mix. This time, I’m kicking myself for falling for Lucy and the football yet a-fucking-gain.

    On the plus side, there’s now a timeline on the commune. My housemates plan to put the house up for sale at the first of the year. We’re supposed to drop from the upper 90s (where we have been stuck since May) to upper 70s by this weekend, so van work can begin in earnest.