Daniel Dvorkin @medigoth@qoto.org
Bioinformaticist / biostatistician, veteran USAF medic and Army infantryman, armchair paleontologist, occasional science fiction author, long-ago kickboxer, oldbat goth, vaccinated liberal patriot.
Joined Oct 2022
The screenshot is a post by a friend, who prefers to remain anonymous, from several years ago. It's horribly relevant again, for obvious reasons.
I'd prefer to know, on the whole. Particularly when the artist in question is still alive: I may (or may not) still be able to enjoy their art that I already have, but I want to know whose pockets to avoid lining. Once they're dead, "separate the art from the artist" becomes a lot easier for me.
Of course I'd far rather there were nothing *to* know. I wish with all my heart that Edgar Rice #Burroughs and HP #Lovecraft were not raging racists, that Marion Zimmer #Bradley were not at the very least an enabler of child molestation and perhaps† a molester herself, that Joss #Whedon were a feminist in deed as well as word, that JK #Rowling believed the messages about equality and inclusion she gave a whole generation of children and their parents, that Neil #Gaiman were a kind and decent person who created mythologies to tell thoughtful stories about the human condition. But since they are what they are and were what they were, that's not an option.
There are writers I still regard as role models *as writers* even if I don't care for them much as people. Not monsters, for the most part, just garden-variety jerks. The way they put words together speaks to me, as I want my words to speak to my readers. I'm not in a hurry to give up what they've taught me by example.
Still. I don't have a whole lot of money to spend, and I'd rather that what I do have go to people I don't despise. Knowing is almost always better.
It is the #Eternal #Chicken. We can observe the echoes of its hatching as the #cosmic #background #radiation from the Big Bang. Eventually it will grow larger than the #universe itself, at which point everything will collapse into a new #singularity and be reborn in another unimaginable blast of fire and fury. The #phoenix myth reflects our ancestors' dim understanding of this cosmic truth.
A fairly recent aerial shot of Denver and the Front Range. Yes, I'm old enough to say things like "I remember when half of this was farmland!" My mountains (I'm old enough to say that too) are increasingly crowded, and the city has drastically outgrown its infrastructure. I'm a bit *too* old to enjoy the constant surge of people the way I used to: I've been a city boy all my life, but lately I find myself craving quiet.
With all that said, I surely do love this place. My mountains, my city, my street, my block. Home.
I particularly love the idea of #supernatural #beings brought into existence by #modern #technology.
You know what, I never want to hear my fellow members of #GenerationX complaining about #Boomers ever again.
(source: https://www.nbcnews.com/politics/2024-elections/exit-polls)
Bioinformaticist / biostatistician, veteran USAF medic and Army infantryman, armchair paleontologist, occasional science fiction author, long-ago kickboxer, oldbat goth, vaccinated liberal patriot.
Joined Oct 2022
