It is not terribly surprising when the Left starts attacking its own.
The situation was this.
First the straight BDSM freaks and the gays and the miscellaneous sexual misfits were all in the same political faction. It maintained a staunch feminist outlook, and it proclaimed that horrible straight men like Brendan Eich were the enemy.
They won a lot of victories. They installed feminist commissars in key academic positions. And then they looked around and realized that not everyone was sufficiently feminine. They decided the BDSM freaks could endanger feminism if straight men were dominating straight women. (Presumably BDSM would still be tolerated if the woman was on top, or if both participants were gay).
Here is the story from the link at the bottom:
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[Calculate] the measurement of Milan and Suburbs
[Find] a book that treats of Milan and its churches, which is to be had at the stationer’s on the way to Cordusio
[Discover] the measurement of Corte Vecchio (the courtyard in the duke’s palace).
[Discover] the measurement of the castello (the duke’s palace itself)
Get the master of arithmetic to show you how to square a triangle.
Get Messer Fazio (a professor of medicine and law in Pavia) to show you about proportion.
Get the Brera Friar (at the Benedictine Monastery to Milan) to show you De Ponderibus (a medieval text on mechanics)
[Talk to] Giannino, the Bombardier, re. the means by which the tower of Ferrara is walled without loopholes (no one really knows what Da Vinci meant by this)
Ask Benedetto Potinari (A Florentine Merchant) by what means they go on ice in Flanders
Ask Maestro Antonio how mortars are positioned on bastions by day or night.
[Examine] the Crossbow of Mastro Giannetto
Find a master of hydraulics and get him to tell you how to repair a lock, canal and mill in the Lombard manner
[Ask about] the measurement of the sun promised me by Maestro Giovanni Francese
Try to get Vitolone (the medieval author of a text on optics), which is in the Library at Pavia, which deals with the mathematic.
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One of the most celebrated and terrifying poems of the second half of the 20th century — and one of poetry’s great treatments of insomnia — is Philip Larkin’s “Aubade.” The 1977 poem describes an experience all of us have at some point, that of waking up much earlier than we’d intended and, unable to get back to sleep, lying in a hazy torment in which all our life’s anxieties are amplified tenfold. The anxiety that hounds Larkin turns out to be the prospect of his own death:
I work all day, and get half-drunk at night.
Waking at four to soundless dark, I stare.
In time the curtain-edges will grow light.
Till then I see what’s really always there:
Unresting death, a whole day nearer now,
Making all thought impossible but how
And where and when I shall myself die.
Arid interrogation: yet the dread
Of dying, and being dead,
Flashes afresh to hold and horrify.
Larkin wants us to see that these states prefigure death itself: death too will be an affair of “soundless dark” in which “all thought [is] impossible” and the individual — supine, rigid, gaping at nothing in particular — is quite alone. We are all speeding toward the endless acreage of death, and it’s a paradox of life that we only fully glimpse that fact against the clarifying backdrop of night and darkness. Insomniac poets glimpse it with particular sharpness, and often seem proud of this: afflicted by a crippling illness, they yet occupy a place of lonely, privileged insight, gazing out from an observatory of solitude and sleeplessness at a misguided humanity, lost in a hypnosis of daily tasks that divert it from its destiny.
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If this is an actual human from Taiwan who cares about this blog, I am totally flattered.
If, on the other hand, all this traffic is from an automatic bot based in Taiwan, I will cry actual tears.
Ryan Landry complained that there are too many progs in steampunk:
One of his commenters pointed out that Sterling and Gibson were progs, and they made it big.
But let us not forget K. W. Jeter.
Jeter is, to my mind, the true inventor of cyberpunk. He wrote Dr. Adder years before Gibson wrote Neuromancer.
Jeter consciously invented the word steampunk to describe the emerging genre of his novel Morlock Night, written in 1979.
There are other “gaslamp fantasies” that I could look up, but that’s not the point.
If you don’t like limp-wristed hipster steampunk, just read the actual sci-fi of the 19th century.
It’s free. Read it all.
There has been some kerfluffle about how the Alt Right should be mapped.
Below I present my modest proposal.
Ex-Army goes in the top left corner, because his QUIBCAGs are more ecchi than anything else.
look for file:
and recursively pinned file:
and pinned file:
possibly available at:
but will that IP address work for you?
Literary Freeware: Not for Commercial Use
Speech at Lifelike Computer Characters ’95
September 29, 1995
Thanks for that introduction. Hi, my name’s Bruce Sterling, I write science fiction novels. In the past few days, quite a few people have asked me what the heck I’m doing here.
That’s a good question, and just to get a grip on that, I’d like to poll the audience before we get started…. How many people here actually write fiction? I’m not asking if you sell it, I just want to know if you’re brave enough to publicly admit that you write fiction. I want to see you raise your hand.
Thanks. That’s very interesting. You may or may not know that two of the hottest and most successful science fiction writers today, Neal Stephenson and Greg Egan, are both former programmers. Just a data point for you there.
Very well, to the point then — what is a science fiction writer doing at an artificial character conference. I came here because it’s good material for me, of course. You see, many science fiction critics consider the first true work of modern generic science fiction to be a book whose theme is the artificial creation of a lifelike character. That book is Mary Shelley’s FRANKENSTEIN. So you see, even if there were no such thing as science fiction, conferences like this would require us to invent it.
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