So, just a few minutes ago in one place or another, I was reading what someone had to say about style. In the course of exploring a particular writer's habits and style, they said that they themselves weren't sure they knew what style was.
A long time ago, a sentence came into my possession that has been both comforting and humbling by degrees. It is this: "Style is what you can't help doing."
The comforting part is that if you can't help having style, or doing style, or whatever sort of verbing of style is accurate for you and your work, then you might as well stop any worrying about style and get on with the work. Saves a tremendous amount of time, really.
Listen to jazz trio The Commercialists play Vince Guaraldi’s A Charlie Brown Christmas live in a small club called The Estate in Milwaukee. That’s this afternoon’s chill work music sorted then.
If you’re anywhere near Milwaukee this month, it looks like there are still tickets to some of their Charlie Brown performances left, although the shows at The Estate look like they’re sold out for the month. (thx, than)
There on a plinth, with “Donald J Trump” emblazoned on it in
capital letters, was the uncoveted trophy: a golden globe resting
on five golden hands big enough to compensate any tiny-handed
recipient feeling sore about the Nobel peace prize.
But wait, there was more. “There is also a beautiful medal for you
that you can wear everywhere you want to go,” added Infantino,
knowing that with Trump there is no such thing as too much.
Glowing oranger than usual under the stage lights, Trump eagerly
put the medal around his neck without waiting for Infantino to do
the honours. He told the audience of 2,000 people: “This is truly
one of the great honours of my life.”
The only reason Marjorie “Traitor” Brown (Green turns Brown under
stress!) went BAD is that she was JILTED by the President of the
United States (Certainly not the first time she has been jilted!).
Too much work, not enough time, and her ideas are, NOW, really BAD — She sort of reminds me of a Rotten Apple! Marjorie is not
AMERICA FIRST or MAGA, because nobody could have changed her views
so fast, and her new views are those of a very dumb person. That
was proven last night when washed up, Trump hating, 60 Minutes
“correspondent,” Lesley Stahl, who still owes me an apology from
when she attacked me on the show (with serious conviction!), that
Hunter Biden’s LAPTOP FROM HELL was produced by Russia, not Hunter
himself (TOTALLY PROVEN WRONG!), interviewed a very poorly
prepared Traitor, who in her confusion made many really stupid
statements. My real problem with the show, however, wasn’t the low
IQ traitor, it was that the new ownership of 60 Minutes,
Paramount, would allow a show like this to air. THEY ARE NO BETTER
THAN THE OLD OWNERSHIP, who just paid me millions of Dollars for
FAKE REPORTING about your favorite President, ME! Since they
bought it, 60 Minutes has actually gotten WORSE! Oh well, far
worse things can happen. P.S. I hereby demand a complete and total
APOLOGY, though far too late to be meaningful, from Lesley Stahl
and 60 Minutes for her incorrect and Libelous statements about
Hunter’s Laptop!!! President DJT
Trump’s expectation isn’t that 60 Minutes, along with the entirety of CBS News, along with the entirety of CBS TV programming, would tilt in Trump’s direction after its acquisition (as part of Paramount) by David Ellison’s Skydance. Trump’s expectation is that all of CBS, every minute of the broadcast day, should appeal to and appease him.
I’m announcing two big things at the same time today!
The first is something you may be expecting: It’s this year’s official Holiday Gift! Yes, it’s that time of year when Looney Labs releases some cool new thing, and this year, it’s the rules to a totally new game inspired by a classic from a galaxy far, far away. Looney Dejarik is my redesign of Dejarik, which is the official name of that holographic chess game they played on the Millennium Falcon! You can play it with an actual Dejarik set, but if you don’t have one of those, you can also play using a handful of Looney Pyramids, some Legos, or a few old chess pieces.
The complete rules to Looney Dejarik are available as a free downloadable PDF, which include the simple, printable gameboard required. Also available is an article I wrote about the development history of the game, called How To Design a Better Dejarik. But that article isn’t available here, you can read it for free over on my new Patreon website.
And that’s the other big announcement: I’ve launched my own Patreon!
Six years ago, I had the idea of writing a book, called “How To Be A. Looney,” which would be a collection of my own personal life hacks, collected over a lifetime of creative thinking. I came up with a list of more than 100 ideas for chapters/topics I could write about, and since then I’ve written up quite a few first drafts and done even more thinking about what I could include. But it’s always seemed like one of those really long term projects, something I might only finish in my retirement.
But then I had the idea of publishing it as I work on it, rather than waiting until I had a complete book, and since I’ve often been told I should start a Patreon, it suddenly seemed like the perfect way of finally getting this project moving forward. (And by “suddenly,” I mean a year and a half ago. Too much other stuff going on!)
Since I’m doing this on Patreon, there will be sponsorship levels involved. Everything I’ve posted so far (including the Dejarik article I just put up) is unlocked and free, since I wanted there to be enough of a start to give folks a sense of what I’ll be creating. However, from now on, my posts will be for subscribers only. Thank you in advance for subscribing!
Besides getting full access to my posts, subscribers will get to vote on what I post next. My first survey, of ten possibilities for my next post, is already available!
Thank you so much for publishing my letter a year ago. I really appreciated your advice and the kind responses in the comments.
Looking back, I was in a dark place emotionally and a toxic work environment when I wrote. I don’t think I really recognized how anxious and unhappy I was until I was beyond it. Believe it or not, I’ve remained in the same workplace and things have dramatically improved. The primary reason for the positive shift: staffing changes. I got a new supervisor who is completely removed from our insular middle management cluster, and a number of my most gossipy coworkers moved on one-by-one, replaced by fresh faces. A couple of more outspoken peers joined our larger organization so that I’m not the only — or first — person to speak up in meetings. I’ve had fewer opportunities to mix with cliquey middle management. And the former supervisor who told me in a one-on-one that I had an “extra” reputation has risen to an upper leadership position … which is actually great because now they’re in a separate building, so there’s an even bigger buffer between me and them. It’s like a fire has been denied oxygen.
I’ve basically spent the past year really digging into my work, avoiding workplace scuttlebutt, connecting with the local community my site serves, and focusing on how best to help customers. And it’s paid off. My pool of clients has expanded dramatically, which is wonderful in itself, but it also means I pull in impressive statistics that upper admin absolutely notices. Even the staffer who called me “Little Miss Too Much” recently mentioned my “eye-popping” program numbers (unprompted); so I feel like whether or not coworkers want to be my BFF, I’ve garnered a certain amount of respect within our organization. I’ve conducted some mentoring within my field of late, so there are people who now see me as a sort of “senior scholar” and ask for my advice. I’ve landed another grant for our organization. And I just received a promotion! I literally went from singing along to Taylor Swift’s “Anti-Hero” in my car at the end of work to bellowing Beyonce.
A few things I’ve learned in all of this: First, I probably never need to rise into management — at least not within my current organization. The people who occupy middle and upper leadership roles here are just so … complicated. At least for me. I can interact with them on an occasional basis and behave politely, but they aren’t my main focus. My clients are, and that’s where I’m directing my energy. At the end of the day, I have very impressive numbers and I frequently overhear my customers agreeing I’m the best at what I do. That’s what the job’s about.
Second, I now make sure to heap lots of sincere praise on coworkers, including those above me. This helps spread goodwill.
And third, this may sound petty, but I’ve been in this workplace now long enough that if I sit in a meeting where someone freaks out because “it has to be this way because we’ve always done it this way” or a peer proposes an initiative I think is sheer lunacy, nine times out of ten I can sit quietly, nod, and then just quietly do things the way I think is best without dramatic repercussions. Our organization is big enough, our departments are siloed enough that as long as chain of command is respected and observed, we have a fair degree of latitude in the way we conduct our activities.
Alison, thank you again for taking my question. I’m glad I was able to provide a happy update to a fraught query.
It’s important to note that the President does not have final say
in the matter: President Trump directed the DOJ to oppose AT&T’s
acquisition of Time Warner, but the DOJ lost in federal
court, much to AT&T’s detriment. Indeed, the irony of mergers
and regulatory review is that is that the success of the latter is
often inversely correlated to the wisdom of the former: the AT&T
deal for Time Warner never made much sense, which is directly
related to why it (correctly) was approved. It would have been
economically destructive for AT&T to, say, limit Time Warner
content to its networks, so suing over that theoretical
possibility was ultimately unsuccessful.
Thompson also makes clear that Paramount itself couldn’t possibly launch a credible bid for Warner Bros.:
Paramount’s bid, it should be noted, was for the entire Warner
Bros. Discovery business, including the TV and cable networks that
will be split off next year; Netflix is only buying the Warner
Bros. part. Puck reported that the stub Netflix is leaving
behind is being valued at $5/share, which would mean that Netflix
outbid Paramount.
And, it should be noted, that Paramount money wouldn’t be from the
actual business, which is valued at a mere $14 billion; new owner
David Ellison is the son of Oracle founder Larry Ellison, who is
worth $275 billion. Netflix, meanwhile, is worth $425 billion and
generated $9 billion in cash flow over the last year. Absent
family money this wouldn’t be anywhere close to a fair fight.
It’s not illegal or even sketchy for an acquisition to be backed by family money from an entirely separate source (in the Ellisons’ case, Oracle), but it certainly makes more business sense for Netflix to make this acquisition than Paramount. There’s a strong argument that David Ellison doesn’t really know what the fuck he’s doing in the media racket; no one would argue that Netflix doesn’t know exactly what they’re doing.
Paramount launched a $77.9 billion hostile takeover offer for
Warner Bros. Discovery Monday, taking its case for acquiring the
storied entertainment company directly to shareholders just days
after Warner agreed to a deal with Netflix.
Paramount, run by David Ellison, is arguing that its all-cash
$30-a-share offer for all of Warner, owner of networks such as
CNN, TBS and HGTV as well as the HBO Max streaming service, is
a better deal for shareholders and more likely to pass
regulatory muster.
“We’re really here to finish what we started,” Ellison said on
CNBC Monday morning.
The “more likely to pass regulatory muster” bit is a euphemism for the Ellisons (David, and the real player here, his $250+-billion-dollar-net-worth father Larry) being on the inside of the Trump administration oligarchy. It’s so transparent that Trump’s son-in-law Jared Kushner is part of the hostile bid, along with sovereign wealth funds from Saudi Arabia, Abu Dhabi, and Qatar.
That said, while the Executive Branch is influential in such regulatory approvals, it’s not completely under their control. The U.S. court system, while under duress from this administration, remains independent, and with admittedly notable exceptions, remains largely on the up-and-up.
“Today’s move was entirely expected,” Netflix co-CEO Ted Sarandos
said on stage at a UBS conference just now, waving off Paramount’s
hostile play for WBD. “We have a deal done, and we are incredibly
happy with the deal... We’re super confident we’re going to get it
across.”
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Aren’t these pieces absolutely stunning? These new works were created by GEGYjiji, one of my all time favorite painters. It was truly an honor to collaborate. I’m very excited to say that these pieces will be displayed in the upcoming London show, and there are also prints available.
I still really haven't recovered from... all the stuff. Teaching classes, pushing to do one more thing and then one more thing as the fall stretched on long without much snow on the ground, PMDD meds wobble and then medical stuff, and a steady dribble of disability correspondence.
The hope was that, from last full moon to next, I could take a month off and just kind of recover and regroup.
Well, what happened is that I did an impromptu cleaning bee with some folks at the clay studio. We've had a ton of people through there, so it was nice to do some of the project stuff together (sand and kiln wash shelves, turn over some reclaim, organize some things) and load the big kiln full of bisque; the one guy who comes in only on his two-week shifts had a crate full of scuplture, the homeschool group had a lot of stuff, and two of the studio people had taken a wheel class in the next town over so they had more stuff too. It was a fun and varied kiln load. I got someone else to do the next-day check and I left relatively early so it wasn't too bad for me, and my mental health really needed a volume of communication with folks that wasn't authoritarian/disability logistics related.
My vet offered a sale on pet dental work, and so I booked Thea in for next week since she has some tooth stuff she's been waiting on. It isn't uncomfortable but it needs to happen at some point, so a sale seems like the right point. It will mean taking her into town (2 hour drive) in the pre-dawn dark (which is admittedly anything before 8:30am these days) in unknowable road conditions, and sleeping in the truck while her surgery is done.
It was inevitable that a -20 cold snap would be forecast for next week. We've been bobbling around freezing or just slightly below, again, still. It's normal in Fort for cold snaps to alternate with warmer snaps, not really fully above freezing or just a little above, where the snow compacts and there's a reprieve from the brutality of real cold. Our last snap was in the -15Cs and was brief; the next is supposed to be in the -20Cs and not so brief. There's supposed to finally be a lot of snow; we have some but not much right now.
The last couple days were warmish so I went out and sledgehammered some things off the ground (things freeze to the ground and ice gets harder the colder it is, so sometimes on the warm days they can be moved. In this case there was a concrete block that had blown down right where I wanted to snowblow, and some pallets lying on the ground. The yard is clearer now, which is good.
Then last night a big wind came up, gusts up to 80kph, and unsurprisingly the pigpen's metal roof started to peel off. I went out with the power drill and climbed up there. The wind was enough to pull some of the screws through the metal and fold it in half backwards, so I folded it back and screwed some wooden strips overtop, so the screws went through wood, then the metal, then into the structure. While I was doing that the roof was bucking and lifting and very slippery since it was angled and topped with snow. I did not slide off (the drop would only have been 4 feet from the back, so I wasn't so worried) but I did get some bruises. It was holding an hour later but the wind continued all night; I have not yet gone out to check. Suspecting the wind might be ab issue, I'd used hurricane ties on the rafters when I made it, so I'm actually quite pleased with myself. Been a couple years since I made a pigpen fix in the middle of Winter Weather. Of course, it doesn't leave me much energy for today.
It's looking clear and sunny through the window. It's inviting me to come out and totter around a bit in the sun, and of course everyone needs to be fed.
But you can see how I haven't had much rest. I've had the mental fortitude to not do too much pottery at least, crawling into bed around 4pm instead of taking an hour of wheel time at night.
Descent into meds:
Oh! Good news from the gut meds I was given by my doctor: things feel weird in there still but these really help. Things seem to pretty much go in the right direction, with minimal pain comparatively, and at more or less the right speed. I don't worry everything is going to fall out of my stomach if I lean over, and I suspect I'm breathing in a lot less gut contents at night. AND I'm feeling a little less lightheaded, or lightheaded less frequently, which I'm chalking up to keeping liquid in my body better. Interestingly one of them (Accel hyoscine or something?) was prescribed to me for gallbladder stuff but I think has additional IBS use? I'm taking it at half the prescribed amount, since that seems to work best.
Netflix released 142 gorgeous pages of digital art and behind-the-scenes stories about the making of KPop Demon Hunters, its most-watched film of all time. Writer/director Maggie Kang: “I knew I wanted to see female superheroes who were a lot more relatable, who like to eat and make silly faces….not just being pretty, sexy and cool, but with real insecurities.” This one’s a true visual feast — for the fans!
(This is neither finished nor right but I'm posting to close to browser window. Issues: not a proper balance between clawing through slow-feeling moving time and calmly sitting through increasingly eyeblink-fast years, the word "woman" which I can't figure out a nongendered concept to replace)
I can't tell you how hard it was to live through those days I breathed each breath like a battle With joy like lightning illuminating the field In occasional summer flashes
To claw through every day and every day Fighting time itself until it collapsed And now, one more blink until the end, Just a blink, and one quiet old woman content to dissolve into the endless soil
I work in a 15-person team within a larger organization. We have a hybrid work scheme, with mandatory in-office Mondays and at least one other day on-site per week. We’re a fairly close team, and we all get along despite differences in age, life experience, etc.
One of my colleagues, Emma, is a bit of a health nut. Every few months, she tries out a different diet or fad to try and make herself “skinny.” I think she’s already a healthy weight, but she’s very focused on it and on top of that she’s health-conscious and seems to enjoy reading about diet and nutrition.
Emma never parades her new diets around or tries to shame anyone about what they’re eating, but she’ll usually explain why she’s not partaking in team lunches, office snacks, and so on. It’s never meant as anything but idle small talk, but it often sparks long conversations among the team about everyone’s different eating habits, etc., often including descriptions of some foods as “bad” and some as “good” and how eating high-caloric foods is “being bad.” With such a large team in an open-plan office, these conversations can get quite loud and distracting.
I used to join in with these conversations and discuss my own weight loss woes. However, I’ve recently started getting therapy for disordered eating. I don’t have a diagnosed eating disorder, but I do have issues that mean my relationship with food, diet, and body image are highly negative at the moment. I used to enjoy the occasional chat about health fads, but I now find them extremely uncomfortable and stressful to listen to.
Is there a way that I can avoid these unpleasant and sometimes triggering topics of conversation without coming across as rude? Nobody at work knows about my situation because there’s no need for them to, and I don’t want my medical problems becoming office gossip. I also don’t want others to feel like they have to monitor what they say around me.
Is there a way to explain my sudden loss of appetite (ha ha) for this topic that won’t get me into awkward conversations?
A personal story to begin: I was a film critic at the Fresno Bee newspaper when Strictly Ballroom came out in 1992. My review of it was an unqualified rave, and I said something along the line that people who loved old-fashioned movie musicals should go out of their way to see it. Then, on opening day, I took my friend Kristin to see the film at a matinee showing at the Fig Garden theater, which was at the time the “high-toned” theater in town.
I didn’t expect there to be much of an audience for a small Australian film about ballroom dancing on a Friday afternoon, but the theater was packed, and mostly with older folks. Kristin and I took our seats and as we did so an older gentleman in the row in front of us, who I assure you did not know I was there, turned to his seatmate and said, “If John Scalzi is wasting my time I am going to find him and kick his ass.”
That’s when I knew that this entire audience was there because I, as the local film critic, has promised them a good old-fashioned time at the movies. And if they didn’t like it, and found out I was there, there was going to an actual geriatric riot as they tore my body apart, slowly, and with considerable effort, limb from limb.
Reader, my ass was not kicked.
And this is because, while Strictly Ballroom is, actually, not at all an old-fashioned movie musical, the vibe, the feel, the delight and, yes, the corniness of an old-fashioned musical is indeed there — that deliriously heightened space where nothing is quite real but everything feels possible, including the happy ending that’s just too perfect, and you know it, and you don’t care, because you’ve been there for the whole ride and that’s just where it had to go, and you’re glad it did. That’s what Strictly Ballroom nails, just like the musical extravaganzas of old. All it’s missing is the Technicolor.
Plus! It was the feature film debut of Baz Luhrmann, the Australian filmmaker who has gone on to give the world some of the most movies of the last 30 years, including Romeo + Juliet, Moulin Rouge! and The Great Gatsby. Everything that made those movies the gonzo experiences they were is here, in primordial, smaller, and much less expensive form. Luhrmann could not yet afford more here. But he was absolutely going to give the most with what he had, which was three million dollars, Australian.
And also, a humdinger of a story about Australia’s delightfully weird ballroom dancing subculture, where men dress in tuxes with numbers attached to them, swinging around women wearing dresses that look like they skinned a Muppet and added sequins. The introductory sequence, filmed in documentary style, introduces us to Scott Hastings (Paul Mercurio), a ballroom dancer whose path to the top of the field is all but assured — until, that is, Scott does the unthinkable: He starts improvising, and adding… new steps!
Which is just not done, ballroom dancing has standards, after all. Paul’s act of insurrection costs him, to the consternation of those around him, including his mother. But Paul is a rebel! He doesn’t care! He wants to dance his new steps!
No one believes in Scott and his new steps except for Fran (Tara Morice), a gawky beginner to the ballroom dancing scene, yes, but one who has some moves of her own from outside the ballroom world. Scott is intrigued, first by the steps and then for other reasons. Naturally Scott and Fran will be beset on all sides by disapproval of parents, institutions, the expectations of others, and ultimately, their own selves. Will they live a life in fear? Or will they dance their way to that promised happy ending?
It’s not even a little bit of a spoiler to say that there will be a happy ending — this movie was not made in the early 70s, after all, where the rebellion against cinematic norms would have dictated that everyone in the film would have been hit by a train or something. The interest of the film is how it gets to the happy ending. The answer is, with a lot of comedy, a lot of dancing and a couple of not-surprising-in-retrospect twists that are, the first time you see them, nevertheless a bit of a surprise. Scott is a classic pretty boy dancing rebel, Fran is a classic ugly duckling, and the two of them ultimately have their big dancing scene that we’ve been waiting for the whole film, which totally feels earned, even if it’s all a little ridiculous, in a good way.
And to be clear it really is all ridiculous, in a good way. Baz Luhrmann, who also co-wrote the movie (based on a play he put together, which in itself was based on his own experiences in the ballroom dancing scene) is not here for your cynicism or your snobbery. He knows the ballroom dancing world is something that can look silly and even foolish from the outside, but if you’ve decided to put yourself on the outside, that’s a you problem, now, isn’t it? It’s clear Luhrmann has deep affection for the scene and the people who are in it, and if the characters in the movie are a little too into it all, wrapping themselves up in it to the exclusion of much else — well, what are your passions? What weird little insular groups do you belong to? Speaking as someone who is extremely deep into the world of science fiction, and its conventions and its award dramas, which are in their way no less ridiculous (and also has had its own movies parodying its scene, more than one, even), not only am I not going to cast the first stone, I am going to claim a kinship. We are all a part of a ridiculous scene, and if we are not, we’re probably really boring.
I love that Baz Luhrmann loves ballroom dancing here, and lets us see his affection with an unwinking eye. I love that Scott is serious about his new steps as a way to crack open the moribund field he loves. I love that Fran unreservedly wants to be part of Scott’s revolution. I love that, in this small, bounded nutshell of a universe, this is all life-and-death stuff. I love that we see it all portrayed with a light touch, great comedy, and some genuinely fantastic dance scenes.
In fact, I will say this: Strictly Ballroom is, in its way, an absolutely perfect movie. Is it a great movie? Is it an important movie? Is it an influential movie? Honestly requires me to say “no” in all those cases. But those are not the same things! For what Strictly Ballroom is, it is genuinely difficult for me to imagine how any of it could have been done a single jot better. Everything about it works as it should, and does what it is meant to do. Everyone in the cast is delightful being the characters they are. In a movie about ballroom dancing, there isn’t a single step out of place, even the steps that are out of place, because they are meant to be where they are.
How many movies can you say that about? That you look at them and say, “yes, you one hundred percent did the thing you set out to do”? There are damned few, in any era. There is a reason this film received not one but two fifteen-minute standing ovations at the Cannes Film Festival, and won a bunch of awards around the world, and still holds up thirty-some-odd years after it was released. It’s because it’s a perfect little jolt of joy.
As a coda, another personal story: A few years ago I was in Melbourne for a science fiction convention, and as I was in my taxi from the airport, we passed a theater showing Strictly Ballroom, the musical. Well, I knew what I was going to do with my evening; I went and bought one of the few seats remaining (in the balcony! Center!) and enjoyed the hell out of the theatrical version, nearly as much as the cinematic version. Then, walking back to my hotel, I tore a muscle in my leg stepping off a curb and had to go to a hospital to have it dealt with.
It’s possible if I had not gone to see Strictly Ballroom that night, I wouldn’t have torn my muscle. But I did, and I don’t regret it. It was worth it.
Be bored. Be by yourself. Let your mind wander. Let your imagination breathe and watch what comes. Watch what comes and have the courage and the audacity to just try. Try it out. Whatever comes into your head, try it out.
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