persian-slipper:

neverrwhere:

starspray:

lintamande-reblogs:

earendil-was-a-mariner:

Tolkien started rewriting the Hobbit in the style of LotR, but what I really want is the Silmarillion in the style of the Hobbit. 

In a hole in the fabric of the universe there lived a god. 

Now, this was not one of those minor gods of bedtime stories or petty wars for heaven; this was the One God, all-loving and all-knowing, who created the world – only he hadn’t created the world just yet, which is why he was sitting in a hole in the fabric of the universe.

#that sounds more like douglas adams

and it is glorious

Two of my very favourite things together as one? Hell yes. 

plz zir can i have some more?

You can! It’s over here.


Tags:

#Lord of the Rings #I don’t even *speak* LotR #(well except for the vast quantities of cultural osmosis) #and reading that still makes me feel proud to know this person

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ilzolende:

brin-bellway:

ilzolende:

michaelblume:

just-shower-thoughts:

Kids entering high school this fall weren’t alive during the 9/11 attacks.

Good. I’m looking forward to when they start voting.

I don’t remember the 9/11 attacks

I do remember the endless flow of news about “what on earth is our government up to now” afterwards (on the one hand, hyperlexia means I can read my parents’ copies of the Funny Times, on the other hand, I should really have read some more apolitical material when I was younger, and maybe if you think I’m not mature enough to read about my own autism).

On the other hand, I cannot remember not having the “War on Terror”, and I hear enough complaining about it that it doesn’t seem like a good standard to me but it basically feels normal. This, uh, may not be a positive feature that will lead to my cohort making good voting decisions.

But you’re right that I’m not panicking about “terrorists”, I’m more concerned that one of my friends will end up being accused of being one, or that sometime I will have a meltdown at an airport and I won’t catch myself and hitting my head against a wall will look suspicious, or that information derived from mass surveillance will be used for more malicious purposes than it’s currently being used for (ah, yes, this “have an autism-specific tracking device program” will never go wrong when we keep getting accused of every mass shooting committed by a white person ever and people running mass surveillance tend to have worse data security than I would like and people have committed anti-autistic hate crimes in the past, nothing is likely to lead to harm here).

Coincidentally enough, I was just wondering yesterday how much you knew about 9/11. (As an extension of wondering how much my brother knows, since he’s roughly the same age as you.)

I, for one, spent a significant portion of my childhood and adolescence wishing someone would teach me about late-20th-century history. I mostly had to gather vague impressions from media and conversations designed, not to teach, but to evoke memories that I didn’t share.

Despite the clear evocation focus of the title, I found Where Were You When? to be helpful. Unfortunately, it stops at the new millennium. This was fine for me, because my first-hand experience with historical events starts at the new millennium, but not so good for anyone even slightly younger than me.

(I keep meaning to find a webpage that gives the lyrics of “We Didn’t Start the Fire” and links each lyric to its Wikipedia article. I’m sure there must be some, and it would be a reasonable place to look for further details. Of course, that ends even earlier.)

My understanding of recent historical events is, while still probably not ideal, usually good enough. I still run into some trouble hanging out with groups of people 5 – 10 years older than me who implicitly expect everyone involved to be familiar with 90′s pop culture. (I spent the 90′s variously non-existent, pre-sapient, and not paying much attention to the world outside my family.)

Harry Truman, Doris Day, Red China, Johnnie Ray
South Pacific, Walter Winchell, Joe DiMaggio

Joe McCarthy, Richard Nixon, Studebaker, television
North Korea, South Korea, Marilyn Monroe

Rosenbergs, H-bomb, Sugar Ray, Panmunjom
Brando, “The King and I” and “The Catcher in the Rye”

Eisenhower, vaccine, England’s got a new queen
Marciano, Liberace, Santayana goodbye

We didn’t start the fire
It was always burning
Since the world’s been turning
We didn’t start the fire
No we didn’t light it
But we tried to fight it

Joseph Stalin, Malenkov, Nasser and Prokofiev
Rockefeller, Campanella, Communist Bloc

Roy Khan, Juan Peron, Toscanini, Dacron
Dien Bien Phu falls, “Rock Around the Clock”

Einstein, James Dean, Brooklyn’s got a winning team
Davy Crockett, Peter Pan, Elvis Presley, Disneyland

Bardot, Budapest, Alabama, Krushchev
Princess Grace, “Peyton Place”, trouble in the Suez

We didn’t start the fire
It was always burning
Since the world’s been turning
We didn’t start the fire
No we didn’t light it
But we tried to fight it

Little Rock, Pasternak, Mickey Mantle, Kerouac
Sputnik, Chou En-Lai, “Bridge on the River Kwai”

Lebanon, Charles de Gaulle, California baseball
Starkweather, homicide, children of thalidomide

Buddy Holly, “Ben Hur”, space monkey, Mafia
Hula hoops, Castro, Edsel is a no-go

U2, Syngman Rhee, payola and Kennedy
Chubby Checker, “Psycho”, Belgians in the Congo

We didn’t start the fire
It was always burning
Since the world’s been turning
We didn’t start the fire
No we didn’t light it
But we tried to fight it

Hemingway, Eichmann, “Stranger in a Strange Land”
Dylan, Berlin, Bay of Pigs invasion

“Lawrence of Arabia”, British Beatlemania
Ole Miss, John Glenn, Liston beats Patterson

Pope Paul, Malcolm X, British politician sex
JFK, blown away, what else do I have to say

We didn’t start the fire
It was always burning
Since the world’s been turning
We didn’t start the fire
No we didn’t light it
But we tried to fight it

Birth control, Ho Chi Minh, Richard Nixon back again
Moonshot, Woodstock, Watergate, punk rock
Begin, Reagan, Palestine, terror on the airline
Ayatollah’s in Iran, Russians in Afghanistan

“Wheel of Fortune”, Sally Ride, heavy metal, suicide
Foreign debts, homeless vets, AIDS, crack, Bernie Goetz
Hypodermics on the shores, China’s under martial law
Rock and roller cola wars, I can’t take it anymore

We didn’t start the fire
It was always burning
Since the world’s been turning
We didn’t start the fire
But when we are gone
Will it still burn on, and on, and on, and on

We didn’t start the fire
It was always burning
Since the world’s been turning
We didn’t start the fire
No we didn’t light it
But we tried to fight it

We didn’t start the fire
It was always burning
Since the world’s been turning
We didn’t start the fire
No we didn’t light it
But we tried to fight it

(Done with the Wikipedia page, multiple links or no links may appear per term.)

…”Ask Wikipedia itself for a list of relevant Wikipedia links” is a solution so utterly obvious that it had not occurred to me. Thanks.


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ozymandias271:

anxietyparty:

sarcastic-clapping:

gayleafcrime:

blog alignments

don’t know what the fuck u are and want someone else to decide for you??? or do you just want someone to validate what u already think u are??? 

here’s a quiz i just wasted my time making that can help u with that

image

true

I am Pure Neutral

“Maybe you’re just a socially conscious person who doesn’t know what the fuck they like and just shrugs helplessly at their inconsistent train wreck of a blog.”

truuuuuu

I looked at that quiz and

“don’t know if you’re as pure as the driven snow or as problematic as our cultural association of whiteness with purity?“

oh my god

(I got True Neutral, which is about what I expected. I am nothing if not cowardly. I was never here for the cats, though: the first blogs I followed were a mixture of fandom blogs and members of the local multiplicity community.)


Tags:

#(I’m a singlet but the people there were mostly friendly and had interesting conversations) #anything that makes me laugh this much deserves a reblog #the humour of my people #still not 100% sure what a shitpost is to be honest #(the following category tag was added retroactively:) #our roads may be golden or broken or lost

ilzolende:

michaelblume:

just-shower-thoughts:

Kids entering high school this fall weren’t alive during the 9/11 attacks.

Good. I’m looking forward to when they start voting.

I don’t remember the 9/11 attacks

I do remember the endless flow of news about “what on earth is our government up to now” afterwards (on the one hand, hyperlexia means I can read my parents’ copies of the Funny Times, on the other hand, I should really have read some more apolitical material when I was younger, and maybe if you think I’m not mature enough to read about my own autism).

On the other hand, I cannot remember not having the “War on Terror”, and I hear enough complaining about it that it doesn’t seem like a good standard to me but it basically feels normal. This, uh, may not be a positive feature that will lead to my cohort making good voting decisions.

But you’re right that I’m not panicking about “terrorists”, I’m more concerned that one of my friends will end up being accused of being one, or that sometime I will have a meltdown at an airport and I won’t catch myself and hitting my head against a wall will look suspicious, or that information derived from mass surveillance will be used for more malicious purposes than it’s currently being used for (ah, yes, this “have an autism-specific tracking device program” will never go wrong when we keep getting accused of every mass shooting committed by a white person ever and people running mass surveillance tend to have worse data security than I would like and people have committed anti-autistic hate crimes in the past, nothing is likely to lead to harm here).

Coincidentally enough, I was just wondering yesterday how much you knew about 9/11. (As an extension of wondering how much my brother knows, since he’s roughly the same age as you.)

I, for one, spent a significant portion of my childhood and adolescence wishing someone would teach me about late-20th-century history. I mostly had to gather vague impressions from media and conversations designed, not to teach, but to evoke memories that I didn’t share.

Despite the clear evocation focus of the title, I found Where Were You When? to be helpful. Unfortunately, it stops at the new millennium. This was fine for me, because my first-hand experience with historical events starts at the new millennium, but not so good for anyone even slightly younger than me.

(I keep meaning to find a webpage that gives the lyrics of “We Didn’t Start the Fire” and links each lyric to its Wikipedia article. I’m sure there must be some, and it would be a reasonable place to look for further details. Of course, that ends even earlier.)

My understanding of recent historical events is, while still probably not ideal, usually good enough. I still run into some trouble hanging out with groups of people 5 – 10 years older than me who implicitly expect everyone involved to be familiar with 90′s pop culture. (I spent the 90′s variously non-existent, pre-sapient, and not paying much attention to the world outside my family.)


Tags:

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justice-turtle:

fried-demon-potato:

dreyma-fyrstr:

xmoonlilyx:

andercas:

I feel like when you’re writing, organizing chapters and dialogue is easy

but jfc, the amount of time it takes to constantly keep people moving and make sure they’re in the right spaces and trying to come up with wording for it is always such a shock. 

Like, fuck, I made you pick up a coffee cup, you need to put it down at some point. also I can’t remember what I dressed you in, can you push up your sleeves? I don’t remember if you even have your shirt on.

and YOU. YOU OVER THERE, you got out of your chair earlier, but did you come back yet? Are you coming back? Where did you even go and why’d you get up? Fuck, I can’t make you sit down again already, you just stood up, go…over there. go get more coffee. Did you bring your mug with you? fine. bring the pot to the table and—wait, wasn’t the coffee pot already over here? shit, hold on, I need to go back and re-read and re-write

The worst decision I made in my current novel was to give my protagonist a back pack.

I’m laughing so hard, but this shit is so legit it hurts.

okay so you guys all need to get out of there, and go over here.

BUT HOW THE FUCK DO YOU GET THERE.
You just said something, is that like you? shit he already answered that question.
*IRRITATED WRITER SCREECH*

…the where-things-are problem always confuses me, because I see my stories like a movie in my head. Figuring out what emotions go with the actions, why somebody is leaving the room or whatever, that’s hard; remembering what they’re wearing and holding and drinking, that’s the easy part.

Does… nobody else write this way? O_O

Even amongst people who have mind’s eyes (not everyone), there’s a lot of variation in how detailed mental images are. Personally, my visual imagination is towards the low-detail end of the spectrum. Just because I’m watching a daydream unfold, it doesn’t mean I have any idea what the characters are wearing.


Tags:

#is the blue I see the same as the blue you see #someday I should use that tag for something other than mind’s eyes #I’m sure there’s plenty of other things that it would apply to #reply via reblog

justice-turtle:

shitthesignssay:

Let’s be frank,

we’re all creepy strangers on the internet that don’t know shit about each other.

Reblog with your birthday so your followers know when to send you some nice birthday themed hate mail!

“#which is technically today since it’s past midnight here #though I haven’t been to bed yet so for me it’s still yesterday”

Ah yes, the Tumblr Timezone. ^_^

When I was a kid, I referred to this as “[Surname] Time”, because of my family’s habit at the time of staying up until 2 or 3 in the morning. It generally only came up when I was writing diary entries after midnight. (When I experimented with all-nighters around age nine, I considered the new day to begin at dawn, and wrote the dates on my diary entries accordingly.)

That being said, when it’s turning someone’s birthday we do traditionally sing “Happy Birthday” to them at midnight.


Tags:

#time #reply via reblog

ilzolende:

Training Photos with a set of my current photos to recognize faces is kind of relaxing.

It still has way fewer images of faces than I can and have viewed in a 5-minute period.

Let’s watch it inevitably end up beating me at face recognition with a smaller training set than I have!

It is interesting that it can catch cartoon faces, annoying that it caught every single face my Effulgence screenshots, and amusing that it can catch “faces” such as my ear, the Raikothi priest’s spiral in slatestarscratchpad’s avatar, and a few other similar images.

Apple default image organizers: beating autistics at face recognition since iPhoto first got the feature (before 2010).

*grumble grumble Google Glass grumble*


Tags:

#prosopagnosia #in which Brin is predictable #it occurs to me that this post qualifies for the tag #transhumanism #for the same reasons as the previous post did

ilzolende:

thathopeyetlives:

And now my parents have tried to pester me into developing a sense of direction.

You’re a transhumanist, get a NorthPaw?

That’s a thing? That’s awesome.

I have a terrible sense of direction, and I did find myself having a lot more peace of mind once I started carrying around a smartphone with MapFactor installed. I went for a wander through a residential development yesterday, which I would never have done if I hadn’t had that GPS with me. (I did happen to find my way out unassisted, but it was a close thing. I would have been scared without the comforting knowledge that I had technology to fall back on if need be.)

Sooner or later I’m eventually going to have to start driving places on my own, and immediately after that I’m going to need one of those smartphone dashboard mounts.

(I reblogged this from Ilzo because I was mostly replying to them and thought they should see it, but I see from thathopeyetlives’s reply {{here}} that their parents would not have taken “okay, just let me ask my phone for directions” as an answer. Sorry to hear that.)


Tags:

#transhumanism #sense of direction #Brin owns *two* 2010’s computers now #reply via reblog

justice-turtle:

Goddammit, today’s interactive xkcd is ridiculously compelling. *sits here pushing buttons like a lab rat* ;S

Oh, really? Haven’t checked xkcd yet today.

*asks the 8 Ball a question while on laptop*

*sighs*

*retrieves smartphone*

“What are you?”

[wrench]

[upright black rectangle]

[cell phone] [flashlight]

[lollipop] [dragon]

I see.

Speaking of which, anyone know how to make emoji show up on a laptop browser? This is the second time in the past six months a joke has forced me to get out my smartphone in order to see the punchline. (I don’t remember whether I encountered any such jokes before six months ago because I didn’t even have a smartphone then.) It’s annoying.


Tags:

#Brin owns *two* 2010’s computers now #reply via reblog

Anonymous asked: Sort of a silly question, but what was your internet community journey? For instance, my first community was fanfiction net, mostly HP and danny phantom stories with frequent lurking on deviantart and 4chan for fanart. Later I shifted to reddit and tumblr, with occasional forrays into lesswrong and some other hubs of interest. Now its just tumblr and twitter pretty much, though I visit other places. Or if you don’t want to get into all of that, what was just your first internet community? :)

theunitofcaring:

No that’s not a silly question it’s really cool and now I want all my followers to reblog with internet community journeys. 

 I hung out on Yahoo! Answers for a couple years (12-14), lurked various advice columns because I find them fascinating, got into Harry Potter fanfiction on fanfiction.net, found Methods of Rationality and through that LessWrong, where there are embarrassing posts as a record of my age-17 Eliezer-fangirl stage, got into the tumblr Silmarillion fandom, burned out of the tumblr Silmarillion fandom, got into tumblr SJ, and wound up here. The only sites I read reliably now are tumblr, slatestarcodex, and aforementioned advice columns. 

This tracks only slightly with my special interests during the relevant time periods, which from high school forward were the TV show 24 , Crichton/King/Grisham generic adult thrillers, Christian apocalyptic fiction, LessWrong, the Silmarillion, the manosphere and neoreaction, Clara, the Silmarillion again, social justice, and Current Special Interest which is a secret for obvious reasons. 

 

(This ended up much longer and more detailed than the other responses I’ve seen. I hope it’s long and detailed in a good way.)

When I was young, the primary places I went on the Internet were Nethack fansites (though I only lurked), the official Chalkzone discussion board on the Nickelodeon forums (my first fandom (and first perseveration that I can recall*), age eight), and–slightly later–Neopets. These aren’t connected to later events, though.

The continuous journey, the one that led me to where I am today, started when I was thirteen, and I saw that under the “other” section of the Girl Scout day-trip medical form Mom had written that I was autistic. (Her point being that if the supervisors saw me sneaking off to find a quiet spot to recover from all the noise and activity, they should let me.)

She later insisted that she’d already told me a few years previously, but either she misremembered, or she’d told me but not explained and I’d registered it as a meaningless, forgettable word (like I had “Presbyterian”), because it was news to me.

Of course, I had to learn more about this. Some news article led me to The Autism Crisis, which despite the name is a neurodiversity-based autism blog. This led me to other neurodiversity-based autism websites (at one point around this time I read the entire autistics.org library), and from there other neurodiversity sites. (This is why part of me always feels surprised when people who have been hanging out on the Internet for a while don’t have at least a basic working knowledge of multiplicity. Within a month or two of venturing out into the big wide Internet, I knew how to parse a caret in someone’s name.)

(During this time, the summer of 2007, I also read through the entire mental health section of when was then my local library. (It was a pretty big library.) The juxtaposition of these books with the blogs I was reading was an interesting experience.)

Stuff about snake-oil autism treatments led me to the skeptical blogosphere. One of the more religion-focused ones had a link to the Left Behind tag on Slacktivist, which I have updated here to reflect his move from Typepad to Patheos. (If there’s a way to make that show in chronological order, I don’t know it. I’ve linked to what is currently the last page.) I read the posts and left. I didn’t read the comments. Not yet.

When I was bored, I spent a lot of time reading TV Tropes. This gave me a lot of cultural osmosis that still serves me well today, as well as an epiphany about my sexuality. (No, really. It had never occurred to me that “fetish” was a framework that could apply to my particular fascination, but once they pointed out that was a possibility, I realised it made so much sense.)

It was probably from TV Tropes that I found the Protectors of the Plot Continuum. (Their sporkings are a little mean for my tastes these days, and I haven’t read any new ones recently, but I still like their characters and worldbuilding.) Back in the day, I even posted on their forums for a while, under a name I never used elsewhere.

Since I was in the general realm of sporking, there were more links to the Left Behind posts. I went through the “oh, right, that exists. *catches up on posts* *leaves*” cycle a couple more times. At one point, sometime around the autumn of 2010, I decided to stay. I read the non-Left-Behind posts. I read the comments.

In the comments, I discovered a thriving (if sometimes flame-y**) community of people. They used the comment threads like a forum, discussing not only the original post, not only tangents that could diverge quite widely from the source, but new topics that they brought to the table themselves. They also had the Greater Slackti-sphere, the blogs written by people who commented there, most of whom also commented on each other’s blogs.

On Christmas Day, 2010, I got up the nerve to join them. I took on a new name. I became Brin.

(I kept reading Slacktivist long after I should have stopped, after I began to realise that social justice was literally driving me insane, because of this importance to my history and development. I do still read and comment on some of the less sanity-draining Greater Slackti-sphere blogs.)

In May of 2011, we were having a conversation in a Slacktivist thread about Star Trek: DS9. Lonespark, a fellow Slacktivite, told us about this place called DS9 Rewatch, where people gathered in a chatroom to watch DS9 together and talk about the episode as it was happening. Like watching TV with your friends, only text-based and with people scattered across the world.

If you followed that link, you’ll have seen that I now run the Rewatch. The thing about “like watching TV with your friends, but with people scattered across the world” is that said scattered people pretty quickly become your friends. Not including me, only one of the people who was there when I joined is still there now, but I maintained friendships with some of the 2011 rewatchers even long after they left. (*waves at justice-turtle​*) (And of course, I also made new friendships with the relatively new rewatchers.)

It was probably also from the Slackti-sphere that I learned of Ozy, who at the time was a co-blogger at “No, Seriously, What About Teh Menz?”. I liked them–in hindsight because they were the least sanity-draining feminist activist I had ever met–and followed them through a couple of blogs before losing track of them for a while.

I don’t remember whether it was through them that I heard of Less Wrong, but it was sometime around then. I read a couple of posts, a few comments, felt extremely intimidated, and left. In hindsight, this may have been a mistake.

(I liked the idea of HPMOR, but didn’t hear of it until after I reached the “perpetually buried in reading material” stage of Internet usage, and have never gotten around to it. I did read Luminosity, and greatly enjoyed it. The protagonist’s clever exploitation of the local laws of nature reminded me of the books of Jewish folktales I loved as a child***, and I found it very refreshing that said protagonist was allowed to not only want, but seek out immortality, without the desire being seen as a character flaw. (I’ve had transhumanist sympathies probably since reading Down and Out in the Magic Kingdom as a pre-teen.))

One of those Greater Slackti-sphere blogs was (and is) Mock Ramblings. I not only read it, but kept an eye on his blogroll, reading any posts that looked interesting and occasionally following a blog if it was interesting consistently enough. Michael Mock reads Comparatively Superlative, and as it was consistently interesting, so did I. At one point, shortly after I commented there using a profile containing a link to my Tumblr, I received a “comparativelysuperlative is now following you” notification. I read his Tumblr archive, found he was consistently interesting there too, and followed him back.

A few months back, he reblogged a post from you. I don’t remember which one it was, but it was interesting enough that I looked into the rest of your blog.

It was…I’m not quite sure how to put it. It was like seeing a braver version of myself, saying publicly the things I had hardly dared even to think. I…may have read your entire archive, and been disappointed when I found you had only been blogging there for eight months. I spread my net, reading other rationalist Tumblrs you linked to. I found that when I had encountered some particularly unhealthy piece of social-justice writing and it was getting me down, reading them helped me feel better. I realised that this was where I needed to be.

*It was also the first that I could recall at the time; I remember being surprised when it shifted.

**The thing that we now call “callout culture” tends to get treated as a Tumblr-specific or at least Tumblr-induced problem. It’s not. I experienced it in the comments of a Typepad blog, before Tumblr took off. Back then it was called “nuking”, and we lived in fear of the nukers then just as we do now. (Sure, one’s posts didn’t gain as wide a reach there, but it was a lot harder to block the nukers it did reach.)

***Possible factor in the disproportionate Jewish-ness of rationalists?


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#long post #Brin talks about herself for a *reason* this time #the story of my Internet life #overly enthusiastic parenthetical use #the standard tag for this sort of thing is #my issues with sj let me show you them #(the following category tag was added retroactively:) #our roads may be golden or broken or lost