Kait

The Devil She Knows

by Alexandria Bellefleur

Recommended

There's a particular kind of narrative laziness that irks me. Not enough to hate the work entirely, but it .. disappoints? Me every single time.

One of the reasons I did not fall headfirst into Sherlock when it first exploded onto the cultural landscape was a bit of the same thing. The first episode (spoilers) involves trying to deduce what happens to a woman, and Holmes uses a number of clues not actually discernible through the camera in order to solve the mystery.

And that's ... fine? If your story is about the relationship between Watson and Holmes and Holmes trying to figure out how to interact with the world, the mystery matters less. But in the pilot episode, you probably have to not focus so intensely on the mystery if that's what you want me to take away from it?

(I'm getting there, I swear.)

I actually came into this book blind - didn't read the blurb, knew absolutely nothing other than the fact I've liked some of the author's previous works (and profoundly disliked one or two). I think there was some benefit, there – I wasn't expecting too much and, despite being a little annoyed to find out the eponymous devil is a literal demon, I was able to settle in.

Overall, the story is a decent Twilight Zone episode, with the main character, Samantha, trying (and failing) multiple different ways to get back the girl of her supposed dreams afrer whiffing mightily with a romantic dinner proposal. Sam's development (and realization of precisely how she got so entangled with this woman) are astute and not a vein of characterization I've seen in a lot of romance novels.

And Daphne, despite some somewhat dated references (that landed perfectly for me, a dated person in her own right), was witty and relatable.

My gripe comes with the ending. I won't spoil it entirely, but the denoument comes through a MacGuffin we only discover even exists once it's been activated and saves the day. It's fine, drawing on cultural tropes and expectations, but in a "beating the devil" romance narrative, I'd like to see more thought put into it than straight-up stealing the major plot point from This is the End, the stoner comedy apocalypse film from 2012.

A fun read, but don't expect a particularly satisfying ending.

Synopsis

Samantha Cooper is having a day from hell.

In less than 24 hours, her life has unraveled, leaving her single and with nowhere to live. Adding insult to injury, she’s trapped in an elevator with a gorgeous woman claiming to be a demon.

Daphne is not at all what Samantha expected from someone claiming to be an evil supernatural entity. She’s pretty, witty, dressed in pink, and smells nice. And she’s here to offer Samantha a deal she can’t refuse. Six wishes in exchange for one tiny trade—Samantha’s soul. There’s a glaring loophole in their contract, one Samantha fully intends to exploit so she doesn’t fork over her soul. After all, she only needs one wish to win her ex back.

Hell-bent to gather the last of the one thousand souls she needs so that she can be free of her own devilish deal, Daphne grants each of Samantha’s wishes . . . with a twist, so that Samantha is forced to make another.

As Samantha’s wishes dwindle and Daphne offers her glimpses into the life she thought she wanted, the unlikely pair grows close. Perhaps the girl of Samantha’s dreams is actually the stuff of nightmares, but Samantha and Daphne will have to outsmart the Devil himself if they want a chance at happily ever after.

I have made no secret of my displeasure with a lot of the hype and uses for AI. I still feel that way about a number of things that AI is used for, but I've also found some areas where it has shown some legitimate use-cases (the automated code review we're using at work as part of a larger, human-involved code review process frankly blew me away). As a result, I'm trying to stay open-minded and test out various scenarios where it might be beneficial to me.

I created a small Gemini gem to automate the process of making book quotes. My rationale here is that the alternative is my manually creating them in an image editor (and I never feel like going through all the effort). It's not taking away the work of a human except my own, and the artistic expression is about as much as I want.

I really wanted to automatically include the cover of the book, but the current version of Gemini doesn't have that ability - I'd have to upload the cover manually, which is the sort of effort I'm trying to avoid. But it did offer to try to recreate covers manually for me, and then use the accompanying representation.

I'm not gonna lie, I almost went for it. It's close enough to impart the general idea of the cover, and for a minute I was even tickled by the idea of having custom covers for the books, similar to the generated UX I keep hearing lurks just minutes away from sweeping away all design, ever.

But upon reflect, that's just a bit too far for me. Those covers were (hopefully) made by humans with an artistic eye and vision they were trying to impart, and to replace it with an AI imitation is to cheapen their work and lessen the impact of it.

It is, however, super annoying that this version has a much better layout overall.

Caveat: Nieman is absolutely crazy to think that generative UX is happening anytime soon, given how often people fail at basic, human-designed UX. A guaranteed way to piss off every one of your users.

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Nostalgia for the current moment is, I think, a staple of the modern era

I like how Wicked: For Good ends with Elphaba and Fiero, a green lady and a man made of straw, are traveling to (presumably) earth. Where no one’s ever had trouble because of their skin color or looking different

Also, the new songs added to extend the runtime were not good, but mostly because they didn't really let them sing the words?

A picture of a stage with a Dungeon's and Dragon set.  A man is holding two hats as a woman laughs.

Saw Twenty-Sided Tavern at the Balboa last night. This is immediately after the DM (the woman in purple) rolled, with disadvantage, a nat 1 AND a nat 20.

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After we went to two bookstores, we wanted to get some food on the way home. So we stopped at the mall, where we found ... a book fair?

Category: TPM 25 - TPM – Talking Points Memo

Category: TPM 25 - TPM – Talking Points Memo

I’m not sure if this is a special section or an ongoing series, but it’s basically the entire who’s-who of good digital journalism of the 00s/early 10s. Mostly I’m just mad about how difficult it is to find the work of most of them nowadays.

I love @catieosaurus, even if a lot of times it seems like she's yelling at me

I Hated You In High School

by Kathleen Gros

Recommended

I think we're all aspirational, in different ways. There's always a goal we're striving to accomplish, be it academic, professional or personal.

When I was a kid, I wanted to be a teacher, having admired those who taught me during school. I also wanted to lose weight (hello, internalized fatphobia!), be a comedian (CHECK) and I was constantly starting (and never actually writing in) a journal.

Buying new notebooks? Sign me up! Clearly the only thing preventing me from writing in them was having the wrong journal. And then the wrong pen. And then the wrong writing setup.

It took me a while to realize I'm just bad at written introspection. But I always saw the possible utility of journaling, writing down the minutaie of your daily life for later perusal (for whatever specific need!).

I Hated You In High School is kinda thumbing its nose at me, but it's hard to argue with success. Tessa doesn't remember exactly why she hates Olive, her one-time high school confidante. She just remembers the bad vibes.

But luckily, Tessa is a cartoonist! So we get to see the cartooning journal she kept that lays out all the excruciatingly gay teen agony that caused the upset in the first place. And of course, there'd be no reason to be reliving all of this if there weren't certain ... feelings ... coming back to the fore.

I like this graphic novel. The art style is fun and loose without feeling lazy, and the characters are remarkably well-rounded. There's maybe a bit too much anxiety and worry suffused through these pages, but that also might just be me, projecting.

It's probably aspirational to think that knowing yourself better – being able to review past decisions, thoughts and feelings from the perspective you had while going through it all – can lead to happiness, or at least a better understanding of your current self. But part of being our best selves requires that we examine how we were in the past, even if only to emulate the things we did correctly (though, honestly, it's more often avoiding making the same mistakes). In that sense, we could all stand to remember why we Hated (Someone) In High School.

Synopsis

Tessa hasn’t spoken to Olive in ten years and she’s not about to start now…readers will delight in this enemies-to-lovers graphic novel with a queer twist: I Hated You in High School.

Struggling 20-something Tessa has a dead-end job as a barista and the dream of a creative career that never quite seems to take off. When the coffee shop where she works goes out of business, she's able to visit her parents for the first time in years. Arriving at her family home, she discovers that her parents have rented out the basement apartment to her high school nemesis, Olive Virtue. Old wounds resurface during Tessa’s stay, but an accident that traps them in the attic forces them to face their past and think about their future.

I Hated You in High School is an enemies-to-lovers story inspired by classic romantic movies—with a queer twist. Author and illustrator Kathleen Gros has expanded her short story webcomic into a beautiful tale of love and learning.

Apologies for the abrupteness of the transition for anyone who suddenly found themselves navigating to a general interest/tech blog and instead got dozens of recommendations for queer books. I had a side project, Queer Bookshelf, that I did not spend enough time on to warrant its own hosting headaches and CMS development, so I consolidated it to here. You can still find the full book list here.

I've also added a couple more different content types that I want to try experimenting with. I know that I do what I consider to be my best work when in communication with other people. It's why I do improv comedy, instead of standup - I get bored telling the same jokes over and over, whereas improv provides constant external stimulation and new ideas.

It's why I was a better editor than a reporter (though I still wrote a good story now and then, I just wasn't cut out to be a beat reporter). It's even why I like leading people - I love to encourage the interplay and expousing of ideas, then digesting, editing, promoting or pivoting off of those ideas to make them even better.

So I've decided to play with some formats that more in conversation or response - not active, mind, but at least other ideas to riff with. Reviews, advice (questions shamelessly stolen from other sources), responses to other art found out in the world. From art, hopefully more art.

Can We Skip To The Good Part?

by Melissa Brayden

Recommended

I've mentioned previously my opinion that books written about books and bookstores are cheating and, while my distaste hasn't changed much, I am at least more willing to be forgiving when judging authorial intent. After all, with some outliers, it's not hard to imagine that most authors write books because they love books. They love reading, they love reading, they view bookstore as both respite and (literally) providing for their needs.

So I guess it makes sense why you might center a book around a book club, with heavy inserts about the joy of local bookstores, and even some meta-commentary on the very book you're reading (AM I INSIDE A ROMANCE NOVEL RIGHT NOW?)

(Well, yes, but not related to this book.)

Thus I cannot give Can We Skip to the Good Part? any more than a soft "recommended." It's a perfectly fine book, Brayden is a reliable author. She seemed to enoy upping the spiciness more than I remember from previous books – though that also may just be a fault in my memory; the last few romances I've ready have tended to stay around 1-2 "cooking" scenes (is that how we're using this metaphor? Do we need to extend the metaphor fully or are good with the just singular euphemism?).

But I appreciate that she took her own criticism to heart, trying to liven up the plot a little and not rely on overly trope-y contrivances that veteran readers would know to expect. I think that's actually the reason I would still recommend this book, rather than the uber-qualified "maybe': its respect for fans of the genre. There are plenty of explainers, but this book was written with the frequent reader in mind. We get the explicit explication of dislike of having the Main Drama come from miscommunication; when the Big Drama comes, communication is so open it borders on the comedically superliminal.

It's funny, sometimes I struggle with the mid-ratings becuase there are many times where I think the book would be amazing ... if I hadn't just read one (or several) that aimed at or near the same target and succeeded better than the one I'm in now. Oftentimes I'm thankful I can find pieces, like those mentioned above, that are different and signifcant enough to provide the joy of artistry, that jagged little piece of reality that seeps through the fictional construct you find yourself snagged on, and appreciating.

So we will ignore the papyrosophistry of the book-book (and pity the poor cover artist who had to compete against the completely imaginary covers by one of the MCs) and revel instead in the relationships, the communication and connection we can get through a well-crafted romance, and instead celebrate the book (even if we're reading it electronically).

Synopsis

Ella Baker is tired of being an afterthought in her own life. First, her fiancé dumps her six days before the wedding. Then her family jets off on a world tour—without her. And just when she thinks it can’t get worse, her longtime employer forgets to lay her off...That is, until now. It’s time for a reinvention, starting with something totally out of character: joining a book club. Thank God for her best friend, Rachel, who’s always there with popcorn and wine. But when a kiss from a smart, gorgeous, and maddeningly irresistible book club member leaves Ella breathless, she’s stunned to learn the woman who just turned her world upside down is the very ex who broke Rachel’s heart.

Max Wyler doesn’t believe in forever. As a divorce mediator, she’s built a career on helping people walk away amicably. The book club is just an escape—until new member Ella Baker arrives, all sunshine and sass, making Max question everything she thought she knew about love. There’s just one problem: Ella’s best friend is Max’s worst mistake. Which means those pretty blue eyes? Completely off-limits.

Or at least, they should be.

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I always love finding a new favorite bookstore! Verbatim Books in North Park is not as big as an Elliott Bay or a Powell's or The Strand, but it's so lovely.

Looking back at technological innovation in the past few decades, we've seen a decided pivot away from true communication and artistry to the veneration of artifice.

Back in the long ago, we had raw LiveJournals (or BlogSpot, if you were a nerd) where teens would tear our their hearts and bleed into the pixels. The goal was connection. Sure, there was an awareness of an audience, but the hope was to find fellow travelers – to write to them, to be seen and understood.

Now, our online creations serve a different purpose. They are tools to communicate the image we wish others to see, to hold up a meticulously crafted version of the good life and convince everyone we're already living it. The connection sought is not one of mutual understanding, but of aspiration. The implicit message is not, "Here is who I am," but rather, "Don't you want to be me?"

This shift is so thorough that we've invented an entire (temporary) job category: the "social media manager" for individual personalities. (I'm certain someone is already selling an AI platform to do this for you.) That person's role is to go in and talk to community impersonating the creator. The goal is no longer the work and effort of building a community, but the performance of community care. It's about making it seem like they care about their followers for what they can provide: eyeballs and attention, the currency to be sold to advertisers.

Again, the valuing of the facade over the actual work, the creative act or its product.

We see this happen again and again.

Take evolution of photo sharing. We went from the candid chaos of Flickr albums and sprawling Facebook photo dumps to the carefully selected selfie and artfully arranged food picture on Instagram. Now, we've arrived at straight-up lifestyle "plogging" (picture-logging), where every moment is a potential set piece for a manufactured narrative.There's no personality, just videos of people and places that don't exist being passed around because it's more "interesting" than actual humans being alive in the world.

AI is now poised to remove the human from the loop entirely. Beyond the flood of AI-generated art and written content, we have technologies like OpenAI's Sora. The act of creation is reduced to typing prompts into a text editor, which then churns out a video for you. There is no personality, no lived experience. All that's left are videos of people and places that don't exist, passed around simply because they are more algorithmically "interesting" than the beautiful, messy reality of actual human connection.

I'm not even here to yell about AI, I think it's more a symptom than root cause here. We shifted our focus on the things we care about, the skills and events that we prize. We've successfully replaced communication. Our "social" media is now just media. It's entertainment, an anhedonic appreciation of aesthetic. I don't know that it's something we can consciously collectively overcome because I don't think any thought was given to it in the first place.

But it is something we can value as individuals, a torch we can carry to keep the flame alight. Create shitty music. Write your terrible novel. Perform improv. Act, do, create, be messy and revel In that messiness, because only through the struggles and pain of bad art can we get true, worthy art. Art that communicates a feeling, a thought, an idea, acting as transmitter and amplifier so that other people can feel what it is for you to be human.

Not just some pretty picture.

Hoo boy, somebody had something to get off their chest!

As I was reorganizing my digital media (again, again, again) the other day, I came across Gabrielle Zevin’s Tomorrow and Tomorrow and Tomorrow. I originally read it when it was first released, with some expectations; I had enjoyed other works of hers (The Storied Life of AJ Fikry, Memoirs of a Teenage Amnesiac), and this concerned a subject (video games, specifically the creation thereof) that tends to interest me. I remember reading and coming away with a primary feeling of … underwhelm.

Not that it was bad! It was a perfectly good novel. It just … didn’t really do anything for me. At the time, I gave a little thought but not much as to why, mentally shrugging my shoulders and going on with my reading life.

At some point last year, I saw the book come up in a list of of best books of the 2020s so far; I remembered my general lack of whelm, and thought it might have been due to something about me; maybe I wasn’t in the right mood for it, or maybe I was looking for it to be something it wasn’t. I’ve definitely come to that realization before, that my expectations of a given piece of media heavily influenced my opinion of it despite no lack of merit on its own. So I resolved to read it again.

To the same outcome.

But it wasn’t until yesterday when I saw the book again alongside another title, D.B. Weiss’ Lucky Wander Boy, that I realized what my issue was: I had already read this book.

It’s a cliché that there are only seven stories in Western literature, and every story you hear is a remix of one or more. I don’t necessarily know that I believe that, but I do know how my own brain works when it comes to media; it craves novelty. That novelty can come in a variety of forms: Exposure to new ideas or ways of thinking; exposing familiar characters to novel situations; even taking wholly familiar stories and twisting them slightly (think Wicked) is enough to keep my brain interested.

But sometimes the transformation or modification isn’t enough to overcome the inertia of the original work. Then, it seems to me like I’m just rereading (or rewatching, or relistening) to the same thing, only poorer by definition, since it’s the second time through. I think this is what happened with me to Tomorrow and Tomorrow and Tomorrow. I happened onto Lucky Wander Boy at some random used bookstore when I was 20 and thus, no matter what Zevin did, I was not going to enjoy T3 a2.

It’s not the exact same story, of course; there are definitely hints, reverberations, ghostly echoes, but they are distinct stories. The similarities lie in the emotions it evokes, the ideas it wants or causes me to consider, the extrapolations and analyses it evokes.

I had already done that work, thought through those ideas, enjoyed those flights in LWB. When exposed to them again, it felt more like trying to watch a lecture on a subject I’m already familiar with; you can be entertaining enough, but it’s never going to truly engage me.

But this is also heartening to me, as a writer? Rather than lead to discouragement by thinking, “Oh, well, if I’m not the absolutely first person to articulate this idea it’ll never find utility or resonance,” I instead think, “If someone encounters my version first, or my version happens to fit them better even if they’ve already been exposed to the idea, it might still find a place in their heart/mind.”

So even though Ta3/2 (that is absolutely not the correct mathematical expression) doesn’t quite hit home for me, I’m certain it did find truth in others. And, all concerns about making a living or bolstering your career aside, that’s the best outcome I can think of for a given piece of art.

And then they released Free Guy, which is the exact same story (don’t @ me, that’s just how it works in my brain), and I absolutely loved it.

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This is easily the coolest Barnes & Noble I've ever seen. It's in a converted old movie theater, and not only kept a bunch of the art-deco touches but also leaned in hardcore, including neon modernist signs on the wall for genres and gorgeously painted/appointed flourishes.

The Supreme Court ruled in US v. Skrmetti that the state of Tennessee is allowed to ban gender-affirming care for minors. The plain outcome is bad (trans health care bans for minors are legal). The implications are even worse (who's to say you can't ban trans health care for everyone in a given state? What's stopping Congress from trying to enact such a ban nationwide?).

And worst – from a legal perspective – multiple justices outright stated that discrimination against trans people is fine (either because we haven't been discriminated against enough in the past), but the entire majority opinion rests on the notion that trans people are not a "suspect" class in terms of the law, and therefore states only need a "rational basis" for their laws oppressing them.

It's bad, y'all.

There's some pyrrhic fun to be had in cherry-picking the Court's stupider lines of "logic":

Roberts also rebuffed the challengers’ assertion that the Tennessee law, by “encouraging minors to appreciate their sex” and barring medical care “that might encourage minors to become disdainful of their sex,” “enforces a government preference that people conform to expectations about their sex.”

But it's decidedly less than the overwhelming fear and anxiety that arose in me when this was announced.

I'm going to state this very clearly: My first thought was, for my safety, I should leave the country. And I'm stating right now that anyone who does so is making a logical decision to ensure their continued wellbeing.

The executive and legislative branches now have all but full clearance from the Supreme Court to treat trans individuals as sub-citizens. We can have our medical decisions dictated for us by statute, and there's really very little logic stopping them from enacting all sorts of rules that now need only survive rational basis scrutiny – a particularly wishy-washy standard in light of the Court's ignoring or outright inventing facts and precedents to support their desired outcomes.

I’ve read at least one piece that argues against what is described as “catastrophizing.” From the perspective of not wanting people to give up the fight before it’s begun, I absolutely agree. If it’s an exhortation to rally, I’m all for it.

But I don’t want to ignore reality.

The article harkens to Stonewall, Compton and Cooper Donuts, but those are cited as tragic marks on a trail toward the perceived “good” we have it now (or had it before Trump II). There’s an implicit assumption of the notion that arc of history bends toward progress.

That’s not particularly helpful to individuals, or even groups at any given point in time.

We are spoiled, as Americans (and, more broadly, the West) in our political and historical stability post-WWII. We have not seen long periods of want or famine, and life has generally gotten better year-over-year, or at least generation over generation.

We have not (until recently) seen what happens when people collectively are gripped (or engulfed) by fear. Fear of losing what they have, fear of losing their social standing, fear that their lives as they know it are no longer possible.

But we’re seeing it now, especially on the American right. The elderly see that their retirement savings and Social Security payments no longer stretch as far as they once did, or were imagined to. Everyone sees higher prices on every possible item or service, and imagines or lives through the reality of being forced to move for economic reasons, rather than by choice.

Fear is a powerful motivator. When you’re overworked and stressed and concerned about your livelihood, you might not have the inclination or ability to do your research on claims about who’s responsible or plans that promise to fix a nebulous problem.

And there are those who will, who have, taken advantage of that.

So when I hear calls to just fight on, that our victories were forged in defeat, or most damningly:

“I do suspect they knew what we could stand to remember: you can’t burn us all.”

They can certainly fucking try. “You can’t burn us all” is not empirically correct, which is why the term “genocide” exists. And there are certainly those on the right who would certainly take it in the form of a challenge.

I don’t say this to alarm. This doesn’t mean we should give up, or live cowering in fear.

But It is important to be cognizant of the choices we make, to consider the rational possibilities, instead of comforting ourselves in aphorism. To not vilify or try to convince people that fighting for a just future courts no danger in the present.

I believe that staying is definitely a more dangerous move than leaving, at this point. But I also decided to stay, willingly, weighing everything and figuring that this is the better path for me. It is not without concern or worry; it is a decision, and a tough one, nonetheless.

TIL that if you run out of hard drive space Mac OS will ... shut off your external monitors through DisplayLink? Sure, yes, I definitely needed to empty trash, but weird that "no more external displays" was the first warning.

A bit like having your AC shut off because you forgot to take your trash out.

From: Michael@cursor.so
To: Kait
Subject: Here to help

Hi Kaitlyn,

I saw that you tried to sign up for Cursor Pro but didn't end up upgrading.

Did you run into an issue or did you have a question? Here to help.

Best,

Michael

From: Kait
To: Michael@cursor.so
Subject: Re: Here to help

Hi,

Cursor wound up spitting out code with some bugs, which it a) wasn't great at finding, and b) chewed up all my credits failing to fix them. I had much better luck with a different tool (slower, but more methodical), so I went with that.

Also, creepy telemetry is creepy.

All the best,

Kait

Seriously don't understand the thought process behind, "Well, maybe if I violate their privacy and bug them, then they'll give me money."

One reason non-tech people are so in awe of AI is they don’t see the everyday systemic tech malfunctions.

A podcast delivered me an ad for trucking insurance - which seems like a small thing! I see ads on terrestrial TV that aren’t relevant all the time!

But in this (personalized, targeted) case, it’s a catastrophic failure of the $500 billion adtech industry. And unless you know how much work goes into all of this, you don’t see how bad these apps and processes and systems actually are at their supposed purpose.

Seriously, the tech that goes into serving ads is mind-boggling from a cost vs. actual value perspective

#AI