The Art of Authenticity

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The Big Headline about Ellen and William Craft, the story that made them famous and that the first part of this book recounts in detail, is their daring escape North from slavery in 1848: Ellen disguised herself as an extremely sickly white gentleman who needed her loyal slave with her at all times, and in this guise they managed to navigate 19th-century public transit all the way from Georgia to Philadelphia. They themselves wrote a book about this, which I do plan to read, because it sounds extremely cool and romantic and indeed everyone they met as they made their way from Philadelphia to Massachusetts was like "that's extremely cool and romantic!" and promptly pulled them onto the abolitionist lecture circuit to general wild applause. Ellen, in particular, had major abolitionist propaganda value for forcing empathy out of white people. She was often billed as the White Slave (a label that she did not enjoy.)
Being an escaped slave on the abolitionist lecture circuit was obviously pretty dangerous in 1848 but not as dangerous as it was about to become. In 1848, the Fugitive Slave Laws up north were pretty toothless and unenforceable. In 1850, in an attempt to staple the rapidly-fracturing country back together, significantly stronger laws were passed that essentially forced abolitionist states to cooperate with returning escaped slaves to their masters. Ellen and William Craft, who had so publicly escaped in a way that was very cool and also very embarrassing for the slave states through which they passed, inevitably became one of the first major test cases as to whether Massachusetts would indeed fulfill its Obligations to the South.
Woo writes a compelling narrative, but more importantly she does a really wonderful job balancing that narrative with the complexity of the broader context; from the opening chapter, where she ties the Craft's escape in 1848 with the 1848 revolutionary movement in Europe, I already knew I was in good hands. She does occasionally I think overuse the Ominous Foreshadowing Chapter Ending, but as nonfiction author sins go that's a minor one. She says that at one point in the text that as part of telling their full story she wants to complicate the idea of a happy ending, but it's very clear that in her heart she wants the Crafts to have been very in love and very married all throughout their long and interesting lives, and who can blame her for that?
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Afterwards, we went to JP Licks, where I got us both ice cream. They have non-dairy coconut almond lace ice cream this month, and there's now a pint of that in our freezer.
The World Continues To Turn - Early April 02026
Sports betting, and prediction markets in general, aided by mobile apps and Internet betting, have made it very easy for people who are susceptible to problem gambling patterns, or those who don't have the money to gamble, to gamble far more than they want to.
Conversion "therapy" doesn't work to produce the results it claims to, or desires to. Instead, it continues to traumatize and blame, rather than help.
People who are impressed by buzzwords and corporate bullshit tend not to be as good at doing their jobs, according to some Cornell research. And the difficulty potentially is that those who are impressed by such BS tend to hire and promote people who are similarly so, which compounds the problem.
The insistence on seeing someone while chatting to them makes no sense to someone who can't see, and yet, their sighted friends seem to believe that if they can't see them, something is seriously wrong.
People are not ideologies. People have ideologies, and when you treat people as things, well, Esmerelda Weatherwax has things to say about that.
( Victories, setbacks, and other strange things )
Last for tonight, The Archive of Our Own officially ended its status as a beta piece of software. This doesn't change anything, not really, but it does mean that AO3 believes it's out of beta (but definitely not releasing on time.)
The collection of artifacts a billionaire put together and was good about making sure people could see and engage with has been broken up and sold to various other private collectors, because one of the truths of our world is that capitalism always likes to collect important things, and doesn't always share or allow access to them for people. And it's not just billionaires, of course, People who have amassed a collection of historic finds with their metal detectors sometimes sell their collections as well, rather than making them part of a national or regional collection. Or at least letting them have first crack at anything they want to have.
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This year's tendency for terrible things to happen to my friends has not slowed down. The swimming friend mentioned there died on Wednesday, as did friend and former-line-manager L, who was diagnosed with a rare and aggressive cancer a few weeks ago. No one seems to be able to catch a break this year (except Mum, who is doing really well at the moment! So I am grateful for that much).
But the sun has been shining today, a dozen people are coming to my dinner, I bought a ticket to see The Flying Dutchman next month, and while I do have choir all next week it's Brahms' German Requiem, which is fabulous. And Miss H and I are watching Babylon 5 and you guys it is SO GOOD. We're halfway through season one, and even the bad episodes have had redeeming features, but the good ones, wow. "Born to the Purple" and "And the Sky Full of Stars" in particular are great.
Hyperland (1990)
And for the computer science folks, my St Andrews CS PhD which I had to drop out of in 1996 due to my progressive neurological disease (still not then diagnosed properly) was about creating a system to support hypercode, a hypertext like programming system built on underlying persistence technology.
Happy Birthday Krissy


Shown here in the midst of prepping our taxes for our accountant, not this week but a couple of months ago, because she’s organized about that, and that is, in fact, one of the many, many things I love about her.
Krissy and I actually do a terrible job of being in the same place on her birthday. Last year she was in California visiting her family, and this year I am California for the LA Times Festival of Books, where I have a panel and at least two signings tomorrow. Last year I made up for my absence by getting her real estate. I think this year I am likely just to take her to dinner when I get back. You can’t do real estate every year.
Every year, however, I so incredibly grateful that this amazing person chooses to live her life with me, and I make it my business to let her know how much I love, value and respect her. She is the reason I get to live the life I do. That’s a pretty big deal.
If you wish to wish her happy birthday in the comments, that would be fabulous.
— JS
Authority, by Jeff Vandermeer

This sequel to Annihilation takes an unusual approach. Rather than returning to Area X, almost the entire book takes place outside of it, focusing on the scientific/government agency, the Southern Reach, which has been sending expeditions into it.
Most of the book is bureaucratic shenanigans with creeping horror undertones. The main character, unsubtly nicknamed Control, is slowly losing his mind trying to figure out what the hell happened to his predecessor and why she kept a live plant feeding off a dead mouse in her desk drawer, what is up with the bizarre incantatory literal writings on the wall, and what's up with the biologist, who has seemingly returned from Area X but says she's not the biologist and asks to be called Ghost Bird. There's parts that are interesting but also a lot of office satire which is not really what I was looking for in this series.
About 80% in, the book took a turn that got me suddenly very interested.
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I kind of want to know what happens next but I'm not sure Vandermeer is interested in giving readers what they want.
Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal - Dreams

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I'm pretty sure this is how Stoicism works, just more douchey.
Today's News:
Rounding up stuff
Dept rus in urbe: A prickle of hedgehogs and an armada of newts: wildlife settles in at London’s new Queen Elizabeth garden
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Dept of, why not work with creating opportunities for the mute inglorious already there....? (sigh): Creating Baby Geniuses to Thwart the AI Threat? (Yes, Really.) Honestly, these people.
Possibly relevant here....: State school kids do better at uni
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The Rise and Fall of Jukeboxes: where are the grooves of yesteryear?
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Women artists in the Georgian era: a constant, delicate calibration to keep the balance between personal reputation, artistic success and the need to earn a living.
Institute for Hermetic Studies Conference June 5-7

I could probably just stick the poster here and be done with it, but in case anybody's too busy having flashbacks to absorb the data, I will be speaking at the 2026 conference of the Institute for Hermetic Studies on June 5-7 this year at Wilkes-Barre, Pennsylvania. The theme, as you can probably guess from the poster even through a haze of tie-dyed memories, is the occult legacy of the 1970s, and my talk is titled "The Morning of the Magicians: 1970s Pop Culture, Alternative Realities, and the Revival of Occultism." More details? Those can be found by scanning the Mark of the Beast on the lower left or, for those with more old-fashioned tastes, going to the IHS website. See you there!
Saturday, 18 April 2026 : the Stoat Distribution of the Day.
Day 4604. There are 340 red stoats, 157 blue stoats, and 503 green stoats.
Wandering around the South Bank - the Crossbones Graveyard of the Outcast 16-04-26











Twas on one April Morning
Something I often think, but rarely write about, is how much I love Dreamwidth. I keep an eye on LinkedIn for work-related reasons and it somehow manages to get continually worse, and I listen to a fair bit of spoken word radio; some parts of which, sadly, seem to be falling under the shadow of Mordor adopting aspects of mainstream social media's PR slop bucket. But then there's Dreamwith, and it's full of people writing about diverse, fascinating subjects for free, sharing their enthusiasms and being nerdy and down to earth at the same time. It's my internet Good Place. Long may it survive.






























