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So, I've written a bunch of Rants about my dad.  Some as I realized he was mortal - which was a weird realization to experience as a rational being.  More immediately when he died to metabolize my grief, and others over a period of a decade afterwards.  Many of those were reminiscences of childhood defining experiences and mythologies for my own catharsis, and with burgeoning hopes of there being a way for my kids to know something of him.
 
I think he would have really liked them both.  They have a lot of different parts of him, and his mom.
 
Except doubts bubble up from the corners of my memory.  And I find myself working through extrapolations of the son-ward facets I could see into the person he might have actually been.
 
Obviously, my dad was pretty cool.  And I don't just mean that in the idol-worship way sons have for their fathers - which I kind of do - but also he seemed to have an effortless way of making people want to be his friend.  I don't actually know where he fit in the Letterkenny Spectrum as kid - hick, skid, or jock (definitely not a native or a christian, or Québécois for that matter nor a degen from up-country).  But the vast majority of people I saw him encounter already knew him, or of him, and respected him if not overtly expressing happiness at seeing him.
 
All of which I couch as being the basis for assuming that he was pretty comfortable in our pasty-white mostly monoculture small-town circumstances.  That sort of comfort breeds a sense of confirmation about one's own cultural identity.
 
And, honestly, while my dad was great at talking philosophy with me - especially about the why of things - whenever topics of other places or peoples came up he was consistently dismissive and unkind.  And occasionally overtly racist, and sometimes simply xenophobic.
 
Over the past decade, I've worried about how my boomer dad might have responded to the weird right-wing stumble of western civilization.  If I try to comfort myself with how he was smart and would be disgusted by the stupid lies, it's hard to deny the persuasive power that hate has had over people.  Especially boomers.
 
It occurred to me to try to talk my hypothetical conservative father away from the lure of fascism, but it just hurts my heart too much to think about it too much.
 
But then I imagine how he'd react to his grandkids both being non-binary and fabulous.
 
The deepest well of my hope is that he would have spent a lot of time knowing them all through their lives and see how their development into who they are becoming is a lovely and natural extrapolation of the brilliant and lovely potential they've always had.  And that his love for them would ease any struggling conservative confusion he might experience so that he could be the same cool and inspirational patriarch for them that he was for me and my sister.
 
That doesn't change the fear that he would have not been as close, or as accepting. And that fear sits on my heart.
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=[[2018.06.11 Fear]]=
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Had a stray thought tonight.  Maybe the reason why bravery matters is because reality is mostly formed by fear.  All the worst things are forged from fear.  Even the things that aren't real, fear of them makes them relevant anyway.


We should be mindful of what we decide to fearIf such a thing is possible.
=[[2026.01.02 First Day Of The New Job]]=
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=[[2018.06.09 Life, the Universe, and Everything]]=
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Simon has been reading my old copy of The Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy.  His laughter every night echoes my own from 3 decades ago.


One of the legacies of my many readings and watchings of Douglas Adam's works is a tendency to reflect on a wider perspectiveIt can be humorous, as originally intended, but it can also be cathartic.  This last time, it feels actually pretty humbling.
=[[2025.12.30 - 2025 Wrap-Up]]=
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==Fredmas Crash==
On the wet and rainy morning of Fredmas, Ember and Violet were commuting to Hillsdale for school when they were the tail-end of a 5-car pile-upSpeeds were modest, and the 2018 Subaru Impreza did all the safety-engineered things to sacrifice itself such that neither kid was injured in any way.


Life is goodSimon and Violet are happy, healthy, delightfully alive little people that I adore; being their dad is pretty greatMarriage with S continues to be a gift and a joy, and even though we have our complications the shared adulty adultness of our loving friendship and partnership feels solid and realMy job is rewarding and fun, despite some annoying stubbed toes on my ambitions. I keep playing AIF with Dave, and staying in touch with my creative side therebyToday I went for a short bike ride through a poorly maintained trail that was slick with rain mixed with dust on top of slippery roots and mud - it was sketchy as hell, and the grind back up was exhausting, but I feel greatNot just "great for a 45.75-year-old", but legitimately great.
Communication was not stellar, but Violet managed to let us know right awaySo without actually having all the details up front, Amy and I knew they had a problem and could see that they were in the middle of the Fremont freeway bridge and jumped into Velma to go help.  When we showed up they were the only ones there - shivering in the rain on the side of the freeway.  Amy onboarded the kids to drive them the rest of the way SW, and I stayed in the shivering sideways rain for a couple hours with the wreck to wait for the tow truck.  Fun times.
 
Some lessons learned, and Ember has yet to get back in that saddle.  Scheming about how to proceed with commuter vehicle plans is still ongoingIt seems like a logical time and place to make a plug for the replacement to be an EV, but probably shouldn't push too hard.  Because reasons.
 
==Work Transformations==
December as a whole has been weird with trying to finish handing work batons to their new responsible engineers.  It's been the longest that I've been in any group - 10 years! - and recognize that it's going to be a long time to ever fully extricate myself.
 
At the same time, the new Vehicle Level Engineering role is both exciting and bogglingFrankly, it's a lot.
 
Simultaneously, Amy is changing shifts to stop the 5 12-hour shifts in 6 days marathon every couple weeks and jumping into 3 shifts every week with her best non-Clayton friendWe're all very excited for the shift in energy.
 
==Other Stuff==
This winter break had been bookmarked for a bunch of reading and writing plans, all of which have basically unravelled as I'm actually spending most of my time just mouth-breathing my way through the exhausting cold/flu that Ember gave me.
 
Now that the kids are back, I do intend to inflict all kinds of old but beloved movies on them.  So there's thatThere's also a butt-tonne of sugary foods from all the sources to keep me overfed while I quietly lament how few bike rides I actually went on this year.
 
So it goes.
 
Things I'm looking forward to in 2026:
* bunches of Amy+Clayton adventure time regularly
* diving into a dream job (should probably write a separate post about that thought alone)
* defeating fascism


I'm not sure how or why I managed to get to have such a good life, but I sure an thankful for it.
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This is where I write something asinine that transmutes into something poignant.


Shit. I guess not.
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Just like how this was supposed to be the day that I finally figured out how deftly point claytoncastle.com to this site instead of the old static POSLesson to self: don't register domains with shifty-eyed Calgarians.
Not my best effort.  I suspect that the grey makes it incrementally less impressive.  Plus I kept trimming to avoid poking Amy so much, and the surrounding scruff softens the effect even more.
 
Gone now, but not missedOther than the daily startle of seeing my dad in the mirror.
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The memorial service for my father-in-law was lovely.  It is quite impressive the consistently profound effect that he had on most people who got to know him.  Their remembrances of him spoke of his capacity for listening, insight, and wisdom.  My wife's and my brother-in-law's memorial speeches were part of the same Venn diagram, but also included insights into his pervasive humour and glimpses of fatherly love.


I feel like there was another lesson of David Bock that was less-well recognized. When people mentioned his struggle with Parkinsons, they spoke of his former vigor and of his valour in facing the disease.  Both of which are undoubtedly true. But there was also a substantial serving of stubbornness associated with his resolute denial of some of his limitations. He really should have been using a walker, or a wheelchair - but he didn't.  Instead he used a cane.  Not to help him walk, really, but more of a way to signal "holy shit, look out for the old man about to stumble and fall down".  And, I should say, I have a hereditary respect for stubbornness.  To my shame, I also felt a certain occasional pity for him - for the difficulty in basic navigation, and the embarrassment of needing helpHe needed help standing up.  A lot.  But here's the thing - and pardon me while I struggle to capture it adequately - he was capable of transcending that pity and embarrassment, for both of us.
=[[2025.10.18 No Kings]]=
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40,000 people in Portland sending a clear message.   


When he needed help up, he would hold up his hand as a simple, humble request.  And no matter how he had gotten into the state of needing help up, he was actually offering both of us a way to address - and succeed - in accomplishing a mutual state of dignity.  The asking for help comes from self-respect, knowing that being helped is deserved.  The giving of help comes from self-respect, knowing that we are capable of helping.  The simple clasping of hands, and pulling, forged a bond of regard and affection.
Awkwardly, the current administration has also been sending a clear, fascist message.
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I liked helping my father-in-law, Doctor David Bock, to stand up.  In family settings I would arrange to be situated so that I would be the most convenient person to step in to assist him to stand should he need itIt's not often you get the opportunity to engage in an act of pure transcendent dignity.  
=[[2025.10.04 Federal Troops In Portland]]=
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It's really weird.  Just, you know, profoundly weird.
 
Acknowledging for a moment the footage from 2020 looked bad - as shown on cable news.  But even then that was basically constrained to a couple blocks downtown for actual protests.  Meanwhile there were other simultaneous marches about police brutality throughout the city that were completely peaceful and not newsworthy.
 
I suppose that if one were to conflate the "hundred days of protest" in 2020 with the rising homelessness problem, one could squint and see the folks cowering in tents and vehicles and pretend there's a direct connection of some kind.  I mean, other than the systematic violence done to the worker class both strip mining us for wealth and trying to overtly pit us against each other.
 
But in context of what is actually happening right now - which amounts to a group of 6-16 people regularly taunting ICE agents at a single building - it's wildly disproportional.  Especially with the Portland Police Department stating, in court, that all the altercations they have evidence for so far are mainly cases of untrained federal agents trying to instigate meme-worthy moments with the peaceful protestors.
 
So the federal activation of 200 National Guard to "pacify Portland" is, well, purely for show.
 
Which makes Portland's main reaction one that endears this city to me even more: to be silly.  Dressing up in harmless costumes, dancing, and handing out cookiesDoing whatever it takes to make the video bites nearly impossible to weaponize politically, as the fascists so clearly desire.
 
And to the person in the inflatable costume that had the inlet of their suit sprayed with pepper spray: I hope you are OK.  As much as that must have sucked, and possibly could have caused serious medical repercussions, you embodied the shallow idiocy of their position.  In no way could a bumbling inflatable costume be considered a threat, and to assault you was to show the cowardly and loathsome depth of their antisocial motivations.   
 
To the federal fucknugget that used pepper spray on an obviously-harmless person in an inflatable costume: Now we all know why you have no real friends and your life is empty of meaning.  You obviously don't belong in Portland.
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Specifically, congratulations to my children Simon and Violet who just received their official documentation verifying their Canadian citizenship.  A few thoughts about this coexist simultaneously for me.
=[[2025.09.17 Bertrand Russell On Fascism]]=
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In 1962, Sir Oswald Mosley, leader of the British Union of Fascists, invited Nobel-winning philosopher Bertrand Russell to a debate. Mosley aimed to persuade Russell of fascism's merits.
# All that's left is for S to get her Canadian citizenship, then we can <i>flee</i>.  (If we need to.)
 
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Dear Sir Oswald,
 
Thank you for your letter and for your enclosures. I have given some thought to our recent correspondence. It is always difficult to decide on how to respond to people whose ethos is so alien and, in fact, repellent to one's own. It is not that I take exception to the general points made by you but that every ounce of my energy has been devoted to an active opposition to cruel bigotry, compulsive violence, and the sadistic persecution which has characterised the philosophy and practice of fascism.
 
I feel obliged to say that the emotional universes we inhabit are so distinct, and in deepest ways opposed, that nothing fruitful or sincere could ever emerge from association between us.
 
I should like you to understand the intensity of this conviction on my part. It is not out of any attempt to be rude that I say this but because of all that I value in human experience and human achievement.
 
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Just finished reading [https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Turtles_All_the_Way_Down_(novel) Turtles All The Way Down] by John Green.  Yes, the same John Green who made you cry entirely too much with [https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Fault_in_Our_Stars The Fault In Our Stars].  It's similarly excellent, complete with required tissues in-between the laughing.
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Seriously, there is so much political stupidity going on.


One of the poignant facets of the book is the unique pain of losing loved ones, specifically fathers. This resonates here at the Castle household, because of tragedies both new and old.  It prompted a couple things in me.  One, I found myself phoning my dad's cell phone, which for complicated reasons my mom has kept but rarely has on - and has [[2013.02.28 A Presence I Haven't Felt Since...|never changed the message]].  Two, I've become hyper-aware of how my kids seem to be perceiving me.
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Examples? Hell no.  It would be like admitting a vampire into your home to post anything like a meaningful set.


I hope there's still an internet when they're older, after I'm gone.  Hi kids.  I adore you both.
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Farewell to my father-in-law, a man of profound insight and humour.
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Big changes at work.  Not going to talk about that overly much - it's too boring to even write out.
 
BUT.  An aspect I find interesting is who is excited about these major changes, and who is worried about them. 
 
Now, obviously, both reactions are simultaneously valid and possible.  I feel both myself.  But whether the excitement is more important compared to the various individual level of concern does speak to where many of us are.  Which, in turn, is strongly indicative of the sense of trust we have with the company - or our sense of trust in ourselves to offset any lack of trust in the company we have.
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Several considerations needed to be weighed.  The need for a second vehicle was relatively urgent, due to the timing for returning the Schleppenwagen.  Plus the (hopefully) imminent arrival of a Tesla Model 3 meant that we wanted to keep the budget as low as could be reasonable.  Further, the current Blubaru is going to need to be returned itself later this year, and there is a definite niche of utility having a Canadian-snow-capable transport in the fleet.


On the utility front, I would have preferred to maintain some sort of van-like element, but this failed several parameters.  Firstly, despite being the least-expensive Mercedes, all the realistic potential vans are more expensive than is ideal.  Used versions are not readily available, and we have little interest in increased maintenance issues.  Ultimately is the concept that the non-Tesla vehicle would functionally be the Wife's default vehicle for use, and she really hated driving the Schleppenwagen.  Alas.
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One interesting element about the Moobaru is that it has a manual transmission.  This makes it surprisingly fun to drive.  The surprise is not because of the peak of joy it provides, but instead because of how complicated it makes the driving.  The clutch actuation is a rather narrow band, and the little boxer-4 engine is astonishingly gutless at low RPM.  This means that the Moobaru is decidedly tricky to launch.  Thankfully it has an automatic hill-holding feature, or I would have a much harder time of it.  I've come to respect how the CVT in the Blubaru enables the engine to stay in its most potent range, because with the discrete gears of the Moobaru you only get to visit maximum power briefly.  Throw in a healthy dash of standard Subaru extra-bouncy driveline lash, and it takes a lot of finesse to avoid head bobbling.
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I mentioned the overall gutlessness of the Moobaru to the resident racecar builder/driver at work, and he delightedly proclaimed "MOMENTUM CAR!".  "Momentum doesn't need gears - just a good line and commitment."  He's totally right.
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The Moobaru also came with steel wheels, which were originally hidden behind plastic mag-toupees.  I pulled those off, because I prefer the honest look of the steel wheels.  The wife is less enthralled, and demands the replacement of the fakey-fake fakes.  Maybe a compromise of finding some cheap mag wheels for the duration of the Moobaru's stay would be better - keeping the steelies for winter rubber.
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Technology is quite different between the Moobaru and Blubaru.  The Moobaru lacks the Eyesight™ system for active safety and advanced cruise control, which I regret.  The ability to crawl through stop-and-go traffic without obsessively watching the surging traffic makes it much less stressful.  Plus I really quite like the idea of automatic emergency braking.  On the plus side, the Moobaru comes with Apple Carplay - and it's brilliant.
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* US citizenship:  APPLICATION (still) PENDING
* local politicsNULL, homeless situation correctly one of the main foci
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2026.01.17 Dad Thoughts Evolved For Today

So, I've written a bunch of Rants about my dad. Some as I realized he was mortal - which was a weird realization to experience as a rational being. More immediately when he died to metabolize my grief, and others over a period of a decade afterwards. Many of those were reminiscences of childhood defining experiences and mythologies for my own catharsis, and with burgeoning hopes of there being a way for my kids to know something of him.

I think he would have really liked them both. They have a lot of different parts of him, and his mom.

Except doubts bubble up from the corners of my memory. And I find myself working through extrapolations of the son-ward facets I could see into the person he might have actually been.

Obviously, my dad was pretty cool. And I don't just mean that in the idol-worship way sons have for their fathers - which I kind of do - but also he seemed to have an effortless way of making people want to be his friend. I don't actually know where he fit in the Letterkenny Spectrum as kid - hick, skid, or jock (definitely not a native or a christian, or Québécois for that matter nor a degen from up-country). But the vast majority of people I saw him encounter already knew him, or of him, and respected him if not overtly expressing happiness at seeing him.

All of which I couch as being the basis for assuming that he was pretty comfortable in our pasty-white mostly monoculture small-town circumstances. That sort of comfort breeds a sense of confirmation about one's own cultural identity.

And, honestly, while my dad was great at talking philosophy with me - especially about the why of things - whenever topics of other places or peoples came up he was consistently dismissive and unkind. And occasionally overtly racist, and sometimes simply xenophobic.

Over the past decade, I've worried about how my boomer dad might have responded to the weird right-wing stumble of western civilization. If I try to comfort myself with how he was smart and would be disgusted by the stupid lies, it's hard to deny the persuasive power that hate has had over people. Especially boomers.

It occurred to me to try to talk my hypothetical conservative father away from the lure of fascism, but it just hurts my heart too much to think about it too much.

But then I imagine how he'd react to his grandkids both being non-binary and fabulous.

The deepest well of my hope is that he would have spent a lot of time knowing them all through their lives and see how their development into who they are becoming is a lovely and natural extrapolation of the brilliant and lovely potential they've always had. And that his love for them would ease any struggling conservative confusion he might experience so that he could be the same cool and inspirational patriarch for them that he was for me and my sister.

That doesn't change the fear that he would have not been as close, or as accepting. And that fear sits on my heart.


2026.01.09 Men With Hats

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2026.01.02 First Day Of The New Job

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2025.12.30 - 2025 Wrap-Up

Fredmas Crash

On the wet and rainy morning of Fredmas, Ember and Violet were commuting to Hillsdale for school when they were the tail-end of a 5-car pile-up. Speeds were modest, and the 2018 Subaru Impreza did all the safety-engineered things to sacrifice itself such that neither kid was injured in any way.

Communication was not stellar, but Violet managed to let us know right away. So without actually having all the details up front, Amy and I knew they had a problem and could see that they were in the middle of the Fremont freeway bridge and jumped into Velma to go help. When we showed up they were the only ones there - shivering in the rain on the side of the freeway. Amy onboarded the kids to drive them the rest of the way SW, and I stayed in the shivering sideways rain for a couple hours with the wreck to wait for the tow truck. Fun times.

Some lessons learned, and Ember has yet to get back in that saddle. Scheming about how to proceed with commuter vehicle plans is still ongoing. It seems like a logical time and place to make a plug for the replacement to be an EV, but probably shouldn't push too hard. Because reasons.

Work Transformations

December as a whole has been weird with trying to finish handing work batons to their new responsible engineers. It's been the longest that I've been in any group - 10 years! - and recognize that it's going to be a long time to ever fully extricate myself.

At the same time, the new Vehicle Level Engineering role is both exciting and boggling. Frankly, it's a lot.

Simultaneously, Amy is changing shifts to stop the 5 12-hour shifts in 6 days marathon every couple weeks and jumping into 3 shifts every week with her best non-Clayton friend. We're all very excited for the shift in energy.

Other Stuff

This winter break had been bookmarked for a bunch of reading and writing plans, all of which have basically unravelled as I'm actually spending most of my time just mouth-breathing my way through the exhausting cold/flu that Ember gave me.

Now that the kids are back, I do intend to inflict all kinds of old but beloved movies on them. So there's that. There's also a butt-tonne of sugary foods from all the sources to keep me overfed while I quietly lament how few bike rides I actually went on this year.

So it goes.

Things I'm looking forward to in 2026:

  • bunches of Amy+Clayton adventure time regularly
  • diving into a dream job (should probably write a separate post about that thought alone)
  • defeating fascism


2025.11.30 Movember

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Not my best effort. I suspect that the grey makes it incrementally less impressive. Plus I kept trimming to avoid poking Amy so much, and the surrounding scruff softens the effect even more.

Gone now, but not missed. Other than the daily startle of seeing my dad in the mirror.


2025.10.18 No Kings

40,000 people in Portland sending a clear message.

Awkwardly, the current administration has also been sending a clear, fascist message.


2025.10.04 Federal Troops In Portland

It's really weird. Just, you know, profoundly weird.

Acknowledging for a moment the footage from 2020 looked bad - as shown on cable news. But even then that was basically constrained to a couple blocks downtown for actual protests. Meanwhile there were other simultaneous marches about police brutality throughout the city that were completely peaceful and not newsworthy.

I suppose that if one were to conflate the "hundred days of protest" in 2020 with the rising homelessness problem, one could squint and see the folks cowering in tents and vehicles and pretend there's a direct connection of some kind. I mean, other than the systematic violence done to the worker class both strip mining us for wealth and trying to overtly pit us against each other.

But in context of what is actually happening right now - which amounts to a group of 6-16 people regularly taunting ICE agents at a single building - it's wildly disproportional. Especially with the Portland Police Department stating, in court, that all the altercations they have evidence for so far are mainly cases of untrained federal agents trying to instigate meme-worthy moments with the peaceful protestors.

So the federal activation of 200 National Guard to "pacify Portland" is, well, purely for show.

Which makes Portland's main reaction one that endears this city to me even more: to be silly. Dressing up in harmless costumes, dancing, and handing out cookies. Doing whatever it takes to make the video bites nearly impossible to weaponize politically, as the fascists so clearly desire.

And to the person in the inflatable costume that had the inlet of their suit sprayed with pepper spray: I hope you are OK. As much as that must have sucked, and possibly could have caused serious medical repercussions, you embodied the shallow idiocy of their position. In no way could a bumbling inflatable costume be considered a threat, and to assault you was to show the cowardly and loathsome depth of their antisocial motivations.

To the federal fucknugget that used pepper spray on an obviously-harmless person in an inflatable costume: Now we all know why you have no real friends and your life is empty of meaning. You obviously don't belong in Portland.


2025.09.17 Bertrand Russell On Fascism

As mentioned on BoingBoing today:
In 1962, Sir Oswald Mosley, leader of the British Union of Fascists, invited Nobel-winning philosopher Bertrand Russell to a debate. Mosley aimed to persuade Russell of fascism's merits.

Russell, who was 89 at the time, replied:

Dear Sir Oswald,

Thank you for your letter and for your enclosures. I have given some thought to our recent correspondence. It is always difficult to decide on how to respond to people whose ethos is so alien and, in fact, repellent to one's own. It is not that I take exception to the general points made by you but that every ounce of my energy has been devoted to an active opposition to cruel bigotry, compulsive violence, and the sadistic persecution which has characterised the philosophy and practice of fascism.

I feel obliged to say that the emotional universes we inhabit are so distinct, and in deepest ways opposed, that nothing fruitful or sincere could ever emerge from association between us.

I should like you to understand the intensity of this conviction on my part. It is not out of any attempt to be rude that I say this but because of all that I value in human experience and human achievement.

Yours sincerely,

Bertrand Russell


2025.08.15 If Not Stupid, Then Why Stupid-Shaped?

Seriously, there is so much political stupidity going on.

ETA:
Examples? Hell no. It would be like admitting a vampire into your home to post anything like a meaningful set.

If there is permitted to be accurate news and history recorded of this era, simple searches will reveal enough to explain.


2025.06.25 Corporate Culture

Big changes at work. Not going to talk about that overly much - it's too boring to even write out.

BUT. An aspect I find interesting is who is excited about these major changes, and who is worried about them.

Now, obviously, both reactions are simultaneously valid and possible. I feel both myself. But whether the excitement is more important compared to the various individual level of concern does speak to where many of us are. Which, in turn, is strongly indicative of the sense of trust we have with the company - or our sense of trust in ourselves to offset any lack of trust in the company we have.













































































































RESISTANCE STATUS:

  • US citizenship: APPLICATION (still) PENDING
  • local politics: NULL, homeless situation correctly one of the main foci
  • global politics: NULL, wait - Justin is dating Katy? Nice.