Absolute junk. Nothing more than shallow fan service for Eliezer Yudkowsky and the ridiculous rationalist movement, whose greatest accomplishment is getting high on their own supply. Unserious and below elementary.
I don’t know how to describe this book. It’sa Gen-X West Virginian transsexual magical realism sex work novel. It’s good, enthralling, and not a little problematic. The author has an interesting, gender-y history. I wish I knew more about her. It’s foreword is by Billy Corgan. That’s a red flag. But the story was fresh.
In this book, Bookchin separates anarchists into two schools: the good anarchists (social anarchists) who do things like read theory and advocate for collectivism, and bad anarchists (lifestyle anarchists) who do pointless things like create zines and light garbage cans on fire. It’s got incredible vibes of “old man yells at cloud” where the cloud is any anarchist under the age of 35. Nothing has convinced me more of lifestyle anarchism than Bookchin’s grumbling.
Yet the final essay, from four years earlier than the main body, has some incisive commentary, particularly on the still-trendy insistence that imperialism can only be practiced by western capitalist nations.
Started Book 5 of the Expanse series. Although I didn’t like Season 5 as much, it did have the series best episode, and I am liking the book a lot. I’ve already burned through 330 pages.
You can’t understand America until you understand what happened in Charlottesville on August 11-12, 2017. And you can’t understand what happened in Charlottesville until you read this book.
I think the first time I really reflected on my gender identity was when Chelsea came out. I was working in a very conservative environment and I stood out: I dressed femme most of the time, but didn’t yet publicly identify as a woman. One of my coworkers said something about her coming out being a publicity stunt. I just kind of nodded along, but in the back of my mind I knew the truth, because I knew it would have to be my truth soon, too.
This self-serving revisionist hackjob is going to infuriate me. Few people did less to stand against white nationalism than Terry McAuliffe did in his role as Governor on August 11 and 12.
I’m reading it because I’m bringing my Charlottesville books back to my Charlottesville library.
This is a spectacular book that very neatly lays out the social problems with AI, looking alternatively at the mechanisms of AI, rooted as they are in concepts of discrimination and the eugenic formative roots of statistics, and the social factors relating to false concepts of objectivity and productivity. The book is full of bangers, and a bunch of citations, ranging from Judith Butler to Langdon Winner prove its value as a reference work itself.
A cute little book. As I read it, I find myself becoming more and more frustrated with leftist posturing, though. So much of our work is spent just going through the appropriate motions to say the appropriate things that allows us to say what we really want to say. I’m tired of that.
Well this book was patently awful. Just an astonishing failure of intellectual showmanship that stumbles on basic definitions of terms (among them: trans*, suspect, and strict scrutiny, the latter two being legal terms) and serves as little more than a 151 page exercise in trying to justify why white people should be allowed to say the N word. Brubaker comes close, using w•gger a couple of times. But he fundamentally misses a whole body of scholarship and engages in material that he, by his own admission, has no firsthand understanding or intellectual mastery over.
This is the oldest book I have in my To Read, I am pretty sure. I started reading it when I bought it 7 years ago this month. It’s bigoted fucking trash. I am going to power through it anyways.
This book was… expectedly boring, honestly. It’s a lot of pages zipping back and forth with a historical chronology of weird people being oddly angry about a minor grammar rule. The book affirms trans identification, of course, but honestly the material here is as deep as it can possibly be, which is to say it’s very shallow. It would be a good book to beat a TERF metaphorically over the head with, except none of them care about facts. Oh well. It’s one more book off my to-read.