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”Don’t Talk to Me About Work”
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[LIVE]: Synth Battle Royale Reveue with sbr
Good news from Boca Chica, with a logistical note to say that nobody is going to Mars in 2026 ; hopeful news from outstate Michigan ; downright stupid news from Fairbanks, and some kind of answer to the question “what goes into a $200 million airplane, anyway?” ; bad news from Taiwan ; “is Europe failing?” ; and a meditation on what is and is not “political” which reflects on a great deal of other news.
Dispatches from Fortress America — more about the Worldcon, including tall tales of tomfoolery from the Hanford Nuclear Site — more about my long rail journey around the western USA…

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Quoting myself? A bad habit, but sometimes I say what I mean best. “It’s good to grow some of your own food, but it is both morally and practically obligatory to get most of your Calories from industrial agriculture, because it uses two orders of magnitude less labour per Calorie. Anything else is headed back to serfdom, because Marx was quite right (and you won’t hear me say that often) that the mode of production strongly determines the form of social organization. Leave pastoral fantasies to the Far Right.”
2025–08–18 A conversation with smj in the hours immediately following the Worldcon, partaking somewhat of the character of an after–action report.
A minute of silence, please, for the 80th anniversary of the atomic bombing of Nagasaki. I spend some time, at the end of the half–hour, speculating on why otherwise intelligent and good–natured people believe and spread false statements about civil nuclear energy, and so far as I can tell, much of it comes back to The Bomb. In the middle, I explain more about my plans for the Worldcon ; somewhat unfairly use SDFer tyn, host of the excellent aNONradio show The Third Ear, to make a point about reading comprehension (the paper referred to can be found here) ; and question whether wasps qualify as radiation workers within the intent of the law.
This murder–mystery novel is notorious as a roman a clef, that is, many of its characters are thinly–veiled portraits of real people — more particularly, well–known science–fiction writers in the Los Angeles area in the period immediately before the Second World War. (In fact, the action takes place just one month before Pearl Harbor.) The venerable LASFS itself appears in the guise of the “Mañana Literary Society”. We are, however, at a loss to know why nobody ever returned the favour by writing stories of the adventures of Dr Derringer, the fictional–within–the–fiction character so crucial to the plot.
Questionable announcements abound in the field of nuclear energy, for instance from southwest Africa and the northwest USA, but you can trust the announcements I have about my future plans. Also, those in the space movement who started the year with high hopes are having to face facts ; and a brief consideration of just what it would mean for government to be “run like a business”, something many people in the USA have said that they want.