This afternoon (May 6), I’ll be in Berkeley at the Bay Area Bookfest for a 3:30PM event with Glynn Washington for my book Red Team Blues; tomorrow (May 7), it’s an 11AM event with Wendy Liu for my book Chokepoint Capitalism.
Weds (May 10), I’m in Vancouver for a keynote at the Open Source Summit and a book event at Heritage Hall and Thu (May 11), I’m in Calgary for Wordfest.
The Writers Guild is on strike. Hollywood is closed for business. The union’s bargaining documents reveal a cartel of studios that refused to negotiate on a single position. This could go on for a long-ass time:
https://www.wga.org/uploadedfiles/members/member_info/contract-2023/WGA_proposals.pdf
If you’d like an essay-formatted version of this post to read or share, here’s a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:
https://pluralistic.net/2023/05/06/people-are-not-disposable/#union-strong
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The Spanish surnames of many Filipinos have often misled foreigners here and abroad, who are unaware of the decree on the adoption of surnames issued by Governor-General Narciso Clavería in 1849. Until quite recently in the United States, the Filipinos were classified in demographic statistics as a “Spanish-speaking minority,” along with Puerto Ricans, Cubans, Mexicans, and other nationals of the Central or South American republics. The Philippines, as is well known, was a Spanish colony when Spain was mistress of empires in the Western Hemisphere; but the Americans were “hispanized” demographically, culturally, and linguistically, in a way the Philippines never was. Yet the Spanish surnames of the Filipinos today—García, Gómez, Gutiérrez, Fernández—seem to confirm the impression of the American statistician, as well as of the American tourist, that the Philippines is just another Mexico in Asia. Nor is this misunderstanding confined to the United States; most Spaniards still tend to think of “las Islas Filipinas” as a country united to them through the language of Cervantes, and they catalogue Philippine studies under “Hispano-America.” The fact is that after nearly three-and-a-half centuries of Spanish rule probably not more than one Filipino in ten spoke Spanish, and today scarcely one in fifty does. Still the illusion lives on, thanks in large part to these surnames, which apparently reflect descent from ancient Peninsular forbears, but in reality often date back no farther than this decree of 1849.
Somehow overlooked, this decree, with the Catálogo Alfabético de Apellidos which accompanied it, accounts for another curiousity which often intrigues both Filipinos and foreign visitors alike, namely, that there are towns in which all the surnames of the people begin with the same letter. This is easily verifiable today in many parts of the country. For example, in the Bikol region, the entire alphabet is laid out like a garland over the provinces of Albay, Sorsogon, and Catanduanes which in 1849 belonged to the single jurisdiction of Albay. Beginning with A at the provincial capital, the letters B and C mark the towns along the coast beyond Tabaco to Tiwi. We return and trace along the coast of Sorsogon the letters E to L; then starting down the Iraya Valley at Daraga with M, we stop with S to Polangui and Libon, and finish the alphabet with a quick tour around the island of Catan-duanes. Today’s lists of municipal officials, memorials to local heroes, even business or telephone directories, also show that towns where family names begin with a single letter are not uncommon. In as, for example, the letter R is so prevalent that besides the Roas, Reburianos, Rebajantes, etc., some claim with tongue in cheek that the town also produced Romuáldez, Rizal, and Roosevelt!
Excerpt from the 1973 introduction to Catálogo de Alfabético de Apellidos by Domingo Abella
People on this site will put together polls like "The Banach-Tarski Paradox versus Camembert Cheese", then act like the results prove that they're surrounded by idiots.
Mattachine Society 🎄
The Mattachine Society was the first gay organization, and this famous photo is of their first Christmas party, circa 1952.
In photograph – Harry Hay (upper left) - from left to right, Dale Jennings, Rudi Gernreich, Stan Witt, Bob Hull, Chuck Rowland, Paul Harvey, (back of head on left - Konrad Stevens)
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Two kilometers down in the deep sea, out of reach of sunlight, lives a siphonophore called Erenna (no second name). It is a pale, gelatinous, delicate animal, a continuous swimmer, and a patient hunter. This thing catches fish using a cluster of lures on its tentacles that flicker back and forth, glowing bioluminescent red. It was the first evidence of luring behavior among the siphonophores.
This is all rather weird though: Erenna itself has no eyes, no light sensing organs at all. And we really thought those fish couldn’t even detect red light. What do they see in each other, these entangled creatures, each doing its best to live, moving silently forward? What signals are they passing in the cold dark?
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Do you get it now? Without due process, everyone is at risk. How are you going to prove your citizenship otherwise?
obsessed with this costume
That's because you are amazing dear @cryptotheism
Being self taught and talking to actual academics is so funny. Like I have a deep and practiced knowledge of Plotinus, but I'm still not entirely sure on how Plato and Aristotle conflict.
General interest @culturesinglarityGay shit and lots of dicks @demon-core-incidentDeep Space Nine relevance @temba-his-arms-wideHorny men's tailoring @captaindadsmenshosiery Pfp courtesy of @anonymous-leemur
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