In a news release, Saskatoon police said officers were called to the hospital shortly after 7 a.m. CST on Friday after receiving reports that a man had died.
“Minnesota Democratic Sen. Tina Smith said Sunday that the Trump administration was ‘attempting to cover up what happened‘ in the fatal shooting of Renee Good, a U.S. citizen and mother of three, by an Immigration and Customs Enforcement (ICE) agent in Minneapolis on Wednesday,” ABC News reports. “‘I think what we are seeing here is the federal government — [Department of Homeland Security Secretary] Kristi Noem, Vice President [JD] Vance, [President] Donald Trump — attempting to cover up what happened here in the Twin Cities, and I don’t think that people here and around the country are believing it,’ Smith told ABC News’ ‘This Week’ co-anchor Martha Raddatz.” https://abcnews.go.com/Politics/minnesota-senator-white-house-attempting-cover-good-shooting/story?id=129100690
Four members of the Oglala Sioux Tribe were detained by ICE agents in Minneapolis, according to WCCO. “President Frank Star Comes Out [said] in a Facebook post said the four men are homeless and were living under a bridge near the Little Earth housing complex in the East Phillips neighborhood. Attorneys who represent the tribe were “instructed” [to] reach out to Lt. Gov. Peggy Flanagan about where they are being detained and what their names are, he said. https://www.cbsnews.com/minnesota/news/oglala-sioux-tribe-members-detained-ice-minneapolis/( Read more... )
NB we note that 'Lamar' says that the breaking point with his actual, RL, girlfriend was when he found her doing the horizontal tango with his best friend, but it's clear that there were Problems already there, about having to relate to another human bean who was not always brightly sunshiny positively reinforcing him....
what would he tell his kids? “I’d tell them that humans aren’t really people who can be trusted …
I'm not entirely persuaded that individuals haven't made up imaginary companions (even way on into adulthood) before - I seem to remember some, was it in Fandomwank back in the day, accounts of people being married on the astral plane to fictional characters?
I am not going to see if I actually have a copy of the work on my shelves, or if I perused it in a library somewhere, but didn't that notorious work of 'participant observation' sociology, Tearoom Trade argue that many of his subjects were not defining themselves as 'homosexual'.
I also invoke, even further back, Helen Smith's Masculinity, Class and Same-Sex Desire in Industrial England, 1895-1957 about men 'messing about' with other men in Yorkshire industrial cities.
And there is a reason people working on the epidemiology and prevention of STIs use the acronym 'MSM' - men who have sex with men - for the significant population at risk who do not identify as gay.
I had, I must admit, a very plus ca change moment when I idly picked up Katharine Whitehorn's Roundabout (1962), and found the piece she wrote on marriage bureaux. In which she mentioned that the two bureaux she interviewed tried to get their subscribers not to be too ultra-specific in their demands - that if they met potential partners in real life they would be more flexible.
Was also amused by the statement that 'Men over thirty are always very anxious to persuade me that they could have all they women they liked, if they bothered'.
Liquor corporations in Nova Scotia and Newfoundland and Labrador say they have sold roughly half their inventory of American booze since putting it back on shelves last month to sell off for charity.
I had a pretty quiet weekend again this past weekend. Boring, too. How boring? So boring that I started my taxes. ...And I don't mean my taxes that are due April 15. I started next year's taxes. The ones for 2026 that aren't due for another 15 months!
Why start so soon?
As I've mentioned before, I start my taxes a year in advance. Obviously I can't fill out forms yet. I mean, I won't have the numbers for at least another 12 months... and even the forms won't be available until around this time next year! But what I do start a year in advance are estimates.
I like to know in advance approximately what I'm going to owe for taxes. With that knowledge I can adjust my withholding rates, if necessary, and also pay quarterly estimated taxes accurately. My goal is not to be surprised by a big balance due or refund come April— whether that's April 2026 or April 2027. A big balance due can mean penalties owed to the IRS... and a big refund means I've lent them money at 0% interest! Either way, ugh.
Working on these estimates now for the tax return I'll file 15 months from now already has proven worthwhile. As I plan to retire soon this year I'll be shifting from earning significant amounts of money in wages to getting most of my taxable income from dividends and capital gains. That has tax implications. Dividends and capital gains are taxed lower than wages. There's an interesting edge case where some dividends and cap gains can be taxed at 0%. That provision never applied to me before because my wages were always too high. I worked through that edge case in my planning this weekend. It lowered the tax I expect I'll owe by several thousand dollars. Hooray! And by knowing that now I know not to overpay on quarterly estimated taxes and give Uncle Sam a big, interest-free loan. That makes my advanced preparation a double win.
Noelle Perdue recently joined us on the 404 Media podcast for a wide-ranging conversation about AI porn, censorship, age verification legislation, and a lot more. One part of our conversation really resonated with listeners – the idea that erotic chatbots are increasing the isolation so many people already feel – so we asked her to expand on that thought in written form.
Today’s incognito window, a pseudo friend to perverts and ad-evaders alike, is nearly useless. It doesn’t protect against malware and your data is still tracked. Its main purpose is, ostensibly, to prevent browsing history from being saved locally on your computer.
But the concept of privatizing your browsing history feels old-fashioned, vestigial from a time when computers were such a production that they had their own room in the house. Back then, the wholesome desktop computer was shared between every person of clicking-age in a household. It had to be navigated with some amount of hygiene, lest the other members learn about your affinity for Jerk Off Instruction.
Even before desktop computers, pornography was unavoidably communal whether or not you were into that kind of thing. Part of the difficulty in getting ahold of porn was the embarrassment of having to interact with others along the way; whether it was the movie store clerk showing you the back of the store or the gas station cashier reaching for a dirty magazine, it was nearly impossible to access explicit material without interacting with someone else, somewhere along the line. Porn theaters were hotbeds for queer cruising, with (usually men) gathering to watch porn, jerk off and engage in mostly-anonymous sexual encounters. Even a lack of interaction was communal, like the old tradition of leaving Playboys or Hustlers in the woods for other curious porn aficionados to find.
With the internet came access, yes, but also privacy. Suddenly, credit card processing put beaded curtain security guards out of business, and forums had more centrefolds than every issue of Playboy combined. Porn theaters shut down—partially due to stricter zoning ordinances and 80’s sex-panic pressure from their neighbors, but also because the rise of streaming pay-per-view and the internet meant people had more options to stay in the comfort of their homes with access to virtually whatever they wanted, whenever they wanted it.
Today, with computers in our pockets and slung against our shoulders, even browsing history has become private by circumstance. Computers are now “personal devices,” rather than communal machines—what we do with them is our business. We have no corporate privacy, of course; our data is being harvested at record volumes. Instead, in exchange for shipping off all our most sensitive information, we have tremendous, historically unheard-of interpersonal privacy. At least, Gen Z are likely the last generation to have embarrassing “my parents looked at my browsing history” anecdotes. We’ve left that information to be seen and sorted by Palantir interns.
Most recently in technology’s ongoing love-hate affair with porn, OpenAI CEO Sam Altman announced he was going to allow ChatGPT to generate erotica, joining hundreds of AI-powered porn platforms offering highly tailored generated content at the push of a button.
Now, from the user’s perspective, there are no humans at any point in this interaction. The consumer is in their room, requesting a machine, and the machine spits out a product. You are entirely alone at every step of this process.
As a porn historian, I think alarm bells should be going off here. Sexual dysfunction thrives in shame, and shame thrives in seclusion. Often, people who talk to me about their issues with sex and pornography worry that what they want isn’t “normal.” One thing that pornography teaches is that there is no normal—chances are, if you like something, someone else does, too. Finding pornography of something you’re into is proof that you are not alone in your desires, that someone else liked it enough to make it, and others liked it enough to buy it. You aren’t a freak—or maybe you are, but at least you’re in good company.
Other people can also provide a useful temperature check- I’m all for nonnormative sexuality and fantasy, but it’s good to get a tone read every once in a while on where the hungry animal has taken you. Strange things happen in isolation, and the dehumanization of sexual imagery by literally removing the human allows people to disconnect personhood from desire, a practice it serves us well to avoid. Compartmentalization of inner sexuality so far as to have it be completely disconnected from what another person can offer you (or what you can offer another person) can lead to sexual frustration at best and genuine harm at worst. This isn’t hypothetical; We know that chatbots have the power to lure vulnerable people, especially the elderly and young, away from reality and into situations where they’re hurt or taken advantage of in real life. And while real, human sex workers endure decades of censorship and marginalization online from industry giants that make it harder and harder to earn a living online, the AI chatbot platforms of the world push ahead, even exposing minors to explicit content or creating child sexual abuse imagery with seemingly zero consequence.
I don’t think anyone needs to project their porn use on the side of their house. Sexual boundaries exist for a reason, and everyone is entitled to their own internal world. But I do think in a period of increasing sexual shame, open communication is a valuable tool. Sex is human, sex is animal, sex is social. Even in periods of celibacy or self-pleasure, sexual desire connects us, person-to-person—even if in practice you happen to be connecting with your right hand.
Noelle is a writer, producer, and Internet porn historian whose works has been published in Wired, TheWashington Post, Slate, and more. You can find her on Substack here.
Yesterday's outing was lunch in the International District with tylik. Much talk. Very noodle. Wow. Spotted an anti-ICE sign, partly in Chinese, in the window of a business. Nun-approved.
Skipped nap in favor of doing laundry. Got eight hours of nearly uninterrupted sleep. Maybe there's a connection, but gift horses.
Current Mood:awake
Current Location:the living room of the Devil Girl House
Malaysia and Indonesia have become the first countries to block Grok, the artificial intelligence chatbot developed by Elon Musk's company xAI, as concerns grew among global authorities that it was being misused to generate sexually explicit and nonconsensual images.
Reza Pahlavi has sought to speak as an Iranian leader despite living outside the country since protests against the clerical regime erupted late last month. Here is a closer look at the 65-year-old exiled son of royalty, whose support within Iran is open to question.
Months after wildfires forced them from their homes, 21 residents from a Nisichawayasihk Cree Nation personal care home are still stranded in Winnipeg, waiting for the building to be repaired so they can go back.
Top 10 Challenge. Post your answer to today’s challenge in your own space and leave a comment in this post saying you did it.
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Top Ten 🔟’s In no particular order • You know who’s a 10? Elliot Spencer from Leverage. Even the Russian judge would have to give him the gold, in basically whatever he was competing in, and that could be anything. Walking competence porn. • Dr. Samantha Carter from Stargate SG-1. I thought she was so cool that I got that haircut once. I should try to see if anyone local will try to recreate that 20000’s-era shaggy pixie cut. • Chani and Muad’dib from Dune. I had crushes on the 80’s/David Lynch versions when I was a kid, but their modern adaptations aren’t half bad either. • Cindi Mayweather / the Archandroid / Jane 57821 / Janelle Monáe. The Revolution Who Dances, the Dirty Computer, the Time-Traveling (possibly-multiverse-hopping), android of our dreams who will lead us past oppression and to the promised Wondaland - the place where creativity destroys oppression. • Obi-Wan Kenobi, wandering monk of infinite suffering. You know, in all his Jedi-repressed buttoned-down-without-buttons glory, there is a certain je ne sais quoi about him that draws the heart of everyone who is trying, and failing, to hold back the tide of the worlds troubles from those he can’t admit the extent of his care for. • Chidi Anagonye from The Good Place, because he cares. So much. About everything. • Adorable Belle Dearheart AKA Spike AKA Killer from Going Postal of the Discworld books. I don’t hold with the smoking, so much, but she is a character after my own heart: fearless, rude, and an avatar of sarcasm. • Cosmo Brown from Singin’ In The Rain. Funny and affable and cheerfully catty. So very queer-coded and visibly polyamorous with stars in his eyes for both Don and Cathy. Definitely a 10 out of 10. • Garnet from Steven Universe, 7 foot tall lesbian alien rock. So very genderqueer, so very wise but constrained by the limits of her abilities. • us. So much better than the fictional versions in our heads that we fear we are, or that we hope one day to become. Perfectly in this moment, because we are actually happening right now. Remember that sentient lives are always both a noun and a verb, because as much as we are a being, we are a doing, too.
So, who are your tens? Who are your problematic faves, your Han Solo problems, your “when they smile it makes me have a problem” characters?
Winter uses all the blues there are. One shade of blue for water, one for ice, Another blue for shadows over snow. The clear or cloudy sky uses blue twice— Both different blues. And hills row after row Are colored blue according to how far. You know the bluejay’s double-blue device Shows best when there are no green leaves to show. And Sirius is a winterbluegreen star.
Francis (1901-1987) was a New Englander who as a young poet had a very Frost-ian voice, though he later developed his own.
Schism by Tool, arranged for orchestra by Nick Proch https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0vC1KTCgaME a good arrangement, and nice piano cadenza. trying to decide if this still sounds like metal, or sounds more like a movie soundtrack via persistent youtube recommends
One of the characteristic drinks of tiki culture and thus, entirely typically, has nothing whatsoever to do with Polynesian culture. The drink was invented by Victor J. Bergeron in 1944 for Trader Vic’s, the original Oakland, California, location for his chain of tiki bars — though Donn Beach of the rival chain Don’s Beachcomber (later Don the Beachcomber) claimed Bergeron simplified one of his earlier drinks. The name is supposed to be from Tahitian maitaʻi, good (note that’s three syllables), and the story is that one of the first taste testers exclaimed “Maitaʻi!” (or “Maitai!”?) when sampling it. I am … dubious, and some dictionaries go with “origin unknown.” [Sidebar: Mai tais were not introduced to Hawaii till 1953, which I mention solely to have a hook to add that the Hawaiian cognate of maitaʻi is maikaʻi and the Maori cognate is maitai (two syllables). Which last … hmmm.]
The Sûreté du Québec says no one was injured when a Via passenger train struck the trailers of two transport trucks that had parked near the tracks in Saint-Alexandre-de-Kamouraska, located in the Lower St. Lawrence region.
Here's another weird mob I've read about. I've previously mentioned the "lying flat" trend in China, where young people have rejected the fiercely workaholic mainstream ethos, and instead do what they have to and no more. The mainstream ethos advocates working from "9 am to 9 pm" seven days, so you can see why some folk have rebelled.
But seems you can't have a crazy trend without someone else trying to out-crazy it, and so now we have the Rat People. I can say, having my own members of rattus norvegicus to study, that getting up for breakfast and then going back to bed is absolutely a ratty habit.
A Swiss court on Monday ordered that the co-owner of a bar in the upscale ski resort of Crans-Montana that caught fire on New Year's Day, killing 40 people, must remain in custody.