A cover letter for young people

I have seen the struggles of young people in the current job market. I have also seen a lot of Boomer vs. Gen Z rhetoric. I am not sure how much is real and how much is divisive propaganda put out by foreign trolls, but I am sure that the news articles’ general theme of Twenty Ways My Generations Hates Your Generation has reached and influenced a lot of thinking.

Okay, let’s do something about it. I’m pretty disappointed with my own generation, which is not quite Boomy but fits more under a label of Generation Jones. We grew up with disco and hair metal, not the Beatles; grunge was later. We were probably the last free-range generation, almost surely the last to be spanked, and so forth. I’m not taking a stand on what’s better, except that there is a definite correlation between taking risks and learning life lessons. My generation was permitted that, and those after it only decreasingly so. Mine, and those after it, lied to their children. The parents told their kids that their future was the most important thing, and they didn’t carry that through. It had to suck reaching adulthood and finding that no one besides one’s parents gave a damn about one.

The hard fact is that the modern workplace is typically run by older people, and entry-level is typically where most younger workers arrive. This means that Gen Z has a choice. It can either meet its elders partway, or it can decline. If it does the latter, by the time it gains power to change the nature of the workplace in its own image:

  • It will find itself condemned by its own juniors as hopeless fossils. (Even if it tried to help those same juniors and advocate for them for the intervening decades. Believe that. I started cussing my generation in my mid-twenties; haven’t let up. Still hearing it.)
  • It will have changed its ideas. (Scoff? Look at the Boomers. As youth, they did LSD and joined hippie communes. Then they got jobs and moved into middle management and some even voted for fascism. You think you’re different? Nothing new under the sun.)

Yeah, that’s what you can look forward to.

In the meantime, there is that little thing called earning a living. There is another little thing called meeting people halfway. Rather than have AI write your next cover letter for you, try writing it yourself. If it has some errors, at least they’ll know it’s for real. Here’s one that you could adapt. What, you’ve already sent out two hundred and not a bite? Then you cannot do worse.

Watch this. If none of it describes your work habits and outlook, well, you can either stick to those and stay out of work, or you can adjust them. If you can’t, I don’t suggest applying because you might get the job and then have management expect you to be who they thought they were hiring.

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Dear Recruiter,

Please consider me for the Widget Inspector position you advertised on SweatShop.com. I am an energetic, reliable worker looking for new opportunities.

If hired, I will act like an adult. I will be where I’m supposed to be, on time, without making regular excuses for poor personal time management. I believe that work/life balance actually requires the ‘work’ part, and to get the ‘life balance’ part one must give thought to the employer’s needs.

I do not believe that mental health struggles are a valid workplace topic, and I will manage those myself without bothering you. If I have gender or lifestyle issues, I will not make them workplace issues–nor bother anyone else about theirs.

Speaking of the workplace, while working from home is great, I’m open to commuting for the right opportunity. Simply put, commuting costs money, and if I do not need to spend that money I can accept a lower starting wage. (Obviously, I can also do simple mathematics.) Either way, I will prioritize good relationships with management and co-workers, because nothing gets old as fast as discord on the job. I think job-hopping is a bad practice because it results in learning nothing comprehensively, so I want to find a good place and stay.

I can and will learn anything I put my mind to, and I prefer to try and figure things out myself rather than ask constant questions. I welcome supervision but don’t need or want a work nanny; I work well independently. The quicker I can make myself productive, the more value I can bring to the table. If I do not know what to do at a given time, I will do something intelligent that doesn’t embarrass us.

Ethics and social responsibility are important to me, and I think they are important to you or I would not apply there. The good news is that ethics, as I grasp the concept, mean that I take pride in meeting my work obligations while remaining an honest yet tactful team player. In short, I believe that if I want you to care about my outcomes, I must start by caring about yours.

I look forward to hearing from you soon. What I wear to your interview will be a good example of what I would wear to the job, unless there are special requirements to which I will adjust–if so, I’m sure you’ll tell me so that when you hire me, I show up looking like I’m ready to do what you hire me to do.

Thanks for your consideration.

Sincerely,

 

Haighlea Houseafire

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They will call you in just to see what sort of person has enough brass and confidence to face the facts of what they’re really hoping to find.

Best of success. I mean that wholeheartedly.

Editorial Maverick: Spotting AI

I do some technical editing, a service I do not vocally market here for various reasons. In the last couple of years, I’ve worked over a lot of AI-generated writing. As you might imagine, it’s the topic au courant in editors’ groups. Small wonder, when it touches much of what we do.

For some readers, the question is more basic: How do I even know whether or not it’s AI? (All right. Others are asking why they should even care, but they probably did not read past the title of a blog post covering what they don’t care about. Thus, they probably are not the audience here.)

AI is a clever machine with its uses, but like the so-called smartphone, it’s not that smart. There is a certain abstract connectivity among concepts known to humanity, an unconscious reality checking. This is absent with AI, allowing it to wend its way into strange areas with oddly irrelevant paragraphs or concepts. If the writing suddenly seems to have wandered into weirdness, kind of like when I tell a story for which only I can see the relevance, and thus baffle my listener.

There is a sort of fear-and-cowering around the em dash–in order to simulate it here, I must use two hyphens, like this–on the thinking that if you use a single one, everyone will think you wrote it with AI. Very common for those coming out of college, which I suspect holds the trenches of this long battle between plagiarism/cheating and original writing that demonstrates material learned. I have seen it with younger consultants’ tech writing and in discussions, as if Prof. Fussbudget might catch them out even in the private sector. I do not think you should cower over em dashes because if you use them sparingly, they’re a great tool. If you use them several times per page, they’re bad writing. And yes, that can also be an AI tell. AI won’t say “open you’re book to page x,” but it doesn’t know how to camouflage itself very well.

One hallmark I have seen of AI composition is prose too technically perfect and very sterile for the most part, lacking any sense of the person behind it (of course, there was none). It does use passive voice when it should not. Now and then the phrases are in the wrong order, because that’s problematic for AI to reality check. Our language is so difficult to master that it can/does trip up AI.

There are AI checking tools, but the consensus is they have a high error rate. My own checking tool is more basic, though it took six decades to acquire: Common sense paired with a long grounding in the language, associated with some critical thinking. I know that certain sources are very likely to use AI. If I think the author is under 30, to be honest, I begin with that assumption and seek to disprove it; I am seeing too many young workforce entrants who obviously never learned to think and express. (I do not fault them. This is the world we bequeathed them.) If the text comes from a corporation, I assume it’s AI but I don’t care because they always wrote that way before. If it’s marketing copy, same: likely AI, but I don’t care. I’m the one always trying to avoid letting my eyes apprehend marketing copy, because their objective is to imprint upon my brain and that’s not their province.

So first comes the question: Do I care enough to analyze it? Usually the answer is no, because I expected no better. If I do care, then I look for writing that is too technically perfect for the modern world. There’s a gas station near me with a big proud sign about their status as an eco-gas station, with text including the word ‘compatability.’ Yes. It got all the way through whatever marketing department without someone even spellchecking it; it’s been hanging there five years or more.

AI would not have written that. I never thought bad English would be a helpful tell, but it can be. Some years back, a new cheap cheep cheap grocery store opened up not far from me, and the marquee at opening said: YOUR TO GOOD LOOKING TO SHOP ANYWHERE ELSE. (How will I boycott you? Let me count the ways.) But say this for that lop-eared dumbness: It was fully original.

In a society of decreasing literacy, quality original composition English is not so common. Sterile quality composition sparks fundamental suspicion. And while I’m looking for the small errors that suggest I can take the thoughts seriously, I’m also reality checking. I’m waiting for the moments where AI seems to stand for Alzheimer’s Intelligence.

There’s a certain semi-incel movement among men who can’t quite adapt to what women want in a male partner, one that if it had its way would simply have a fembot. It (that’s not “she”; a she is a living female being) would be a pliant servant lacking mood swings, desires to buy new accessories, or stray body hair. It would prepare foods, provide sex, and refrain from challenging featherbrained perceptions. It would never fart, never want to repaint the living room. It would have stereotypically perfect looks that would never age. Some would even want it to appear as an age that would, in a living human, make sexual contact with them a felony. But it’s very difficult to imagine that a fembot would not get confused, or might bring the wrong thing, or be unable to throw that deadbolt because it’s touchy and has to be done in a certain way. What would not confuse you for a second could baffle this imaginary fembot. It could not reality check, any more than it could say “Hey, fuckhead, go mow the lawn.”

AI reminds me of a fembot. It’s a tool for those too lazy to write their own words, or those too busy to produce enough words…or those who never learned to begin with. You don’t have to be nice to it when you’re crabby. But at some point I think we will see a majority of the young workforce simply quit if they are told they cannot let AI write for them. They’ll have to. They’ll never have learned to write their own words. Take away the bot, and they’re done for.

That said, there’s opportunity there for my kind. I wonder what percentage of today’s self-published novels are written mostly with AI? I have good reason to believe it’s true of a great deal of business writing. It does carry a stigma, and it takes an authentic editor to de-AI writing. If that matters to people, they might end up engaging one of us to make it sound like the au did actual work.

I wonder.

Speaking of generational dumbdown and random segues, here’s one. This isn’t AI-trained kids; this is grown educated adults who have worked in intelligence, science, government, and the military. Some have doctorates.

When was the collective decision made that ‘nucular’ was an acceptable articulation for ‘nuclear’?

I do remember when a certain government executive, one dumber than most, started saying it that way. My theory is that people collectively made the wrong decision there.

Right reaction: “You goddamned cretin, you pollute the air with every ass-ignorant thing you blurt. Not only no but holy hell no.”

Wrong reaction: “Oh. Stupid isn’t so bad. Let’s embrace stupid!”

As usual throughout our history, we had the wrong reaction. Unfortunately, this one is word herpes. There’s no way to eradicate it. Free speech laws will not, for example, make it legal to junkpunch anyone pronouncing it ignorantly.

Within one more generation, no one will ever know it was ever considered a mark of ignorance.

Things about ancient Rome that most people assume incorrectly

There are a lot.

First let us unpack the four basic eras that characterize anyplace even somewhat considered Roman. Without this context, and the knowledge that Roman civilization never truly “fell,” one remains in a well of media-bite un-knowing. That’s my nice way of saying one “knows” basically from random references that are always imprecise, especially in cinema. That is not knowing.

If you watched 300 and use it on which to base any pretensions toward understanding the actual Sparta, there’s your example.

It also helps because the Roman timeframe spans at least two millennia. That’s a long time. Two millennia ago, Rome was a great power. Look how much has changed in two millennia. Time in the ancient world took as long as it does now. People lived shorter lives, and lost more lives reproducing, but seventy years were still seventy years. So:

Latin/Etruscan: The traditional date for the founding of Rome is 753 BCE*, which might or might not be accurate but is likely close. Evidence suggests that it represented the joining of several relatively primitive hillside settlements. The first leaders of the bucolic place were Latin kings (no, not gangsters); later kings were from Etruria, an older civilization in a region that would later give Frances Mayes lots to write about. This period lasted about 250 years

Republican: In 509 BCE, we are told with some confidence, the little city bounced its last Etruscan king and established a republic. In the meantime, Carthage was a regional sea power and Persia was finding its full imperial identity. So that’s 240 years, give or take, in which Rome had kings. As a republic, Rome would grow first to dominate the Italian peninsula and associated islands, then the western Mediterranean, and by 27 BCE the entire Mediterranean coast and inland from it to occupy modern France, Iberia, the Balkans minus Romania, and the Near East with some contention.

Five centuries. Five centuries ago, it was 1526. Look what has happened since those early colonial/exploitative years (which basically continued to be colonial and exploitative).

Imperial: Dating this start is a judgment call, but the most common perception is that this begins in 27 BCE and lasts to 476 CE. For the Western Empire, that is fair; this end date is a gross oversimplification, but it does establish five centuries of evolution. Again: five hundred years. The entire history of the United States as an independent nation is half of that.

Byzantine: The customary timeframe in which the Eastern Roman Empire begins to look Byzantine (Hellenized, Orthodox Christian, power base in east only) is about 400 CE under Honorius. Some date it back to 330 CE, but with a gradual and incremental process it’s hard to fix a nice clean point in time. If we use 400 as a start, this period lasted 1053 years.

Now one has a better sense of the vast timespan that applies to the discussion. Armed with it, here are things most people imagine to be true about ancient Rome, yet are not:

Julius Caesar was the first emperor. No. While Gaius Julius Caesar was briefly what we might call a military dictator, Rome had a history of dictators–and it was not usually a bad thing. The Roman Republic would appoint a dictator when the state was in grave danger, and most of them acquitted themselves as noble Romans.

Augustus was emperor. Not precisely so. In fact, Gaius Julius Caesar Octavianus, as he styled himself after G. Julius Caesar adopted him as heir, would have recoiled at the term. What happened was a civil war in which Octavian, later Augustus, emerged as strongman. Perhaps in relief at the end of roughly two decades of internal conflict, Octavian was granted a number of powers which in union amounted to imperial authority–but he called himself Princeps (First Citizen). Far as Augustus was concerned, Rome remained a republic. Well into the 300s, emperors would be bragging about saving the Republic–by then, the thinnest of polite fictions.

Rome persecuted Christians from the start. Not really, because like all movements, the Christian movement started tiny. By 100 CE, Christians numbered themselves perhaps in the high four figures–this in an empire of millions. They had not yet even resolved whether it was necessary to remain an observant Jew in order to be Christian. Except for a few examples, there was minimal early persecution of Christians simply because they weren’t seen as major threats to the state.

Rome fell in 476 CE and that was the end. Nope. What happened is that in the late 200s, the leadership began to divide its regional authority. It was to have an Augustus each in the East and West, whose deputies would be Caesars and would grow into Augusti as the latter retired to dignified gardening or undignified pedophilia or whatever. It worked a little for a short time. By the late 300s the division was more pronounced. The Western Empire did indeed fall in 476, to a (probably) Rugian king known as Odovacar (or Odoacer)–unless you accept its later successor, the Holy Roman Empire, as a lineal descendant. (For the most part, there wasn’t much Holy or Roman about it; it hung around until 1806 in some rump form.) We begin to label the Eastern Empire the “Byzantine Empire” around 400 CE, and it hangs on for another thousand years. It considers itself Roman even though it is essentially Greek.

Caligula (37-41 CE) was the worst emperor ever. He’s a contender, but one among many. Nero (54-68 CE) was one; Elagabalus (218-222 CE) was another. We can fairly say that Gaius Julius Caesar Augustus Germanicus, aka Caligula (“Little Boots”) was among the most sadistic and arguably the nuttiest, but not in the first part of his reign. He didn’t have time to do as much damage as Nero, whose death instigated a civil war and a year with four mainly self-anointed emperors. Maybe if the others had received salacious X-rated movie portrayals…

Constantine I “the Great” made the Empire Christian. Nah. By his time (early 300s CE) much of it already was. Christianity had some inherent strengths that in time attracted enough people to make it a majority faith, and during Constantine’s reign its doctrine had been resolved in many of its minds by the Council of Nicaea (325 CE). I grew up Lutheran, and for confirmation classes I had to learn the Nicene Creed. The third century was a time of Christianity’s popular growth. Only 22 years before Nicaea, Diocletian launched the last serious persecution of Christians. Most of the border “barbarians” were already Christian. Constantine was the first Augustus to openly profess the Christian faith, which made the fourth century the time of Christianity’s rise to dominate both halves of the Empire.

Lead poisoning was a major factor in Roman leaders going crazy. I won’t say it didn’t play a part, but everyone drank the water from lead piping. If there’s evidence that everyone was nutty, I might buy that; I don’t know of such evidence. I’m also uncertain that the pipes wouldn’t have scaled up with a coating, maybe calcium carbonate.

The Western Empire fell because of internal corruption and social inequities. Not well supported (though it certainly did not help much). Social inequities were nothing new even in Augustus’s Roman times; scholars like to advance the social argument, I believe, because it fits their world views and avoids talking about yucky warfare (a thing one observes studying collegiate ancient history).

A more reasonable explanation is large numbers of Germanic and other peoples, under Hunnic pressure, wanting to live within the large and unwieldy Empire. Once they could advance and occupy Roman provinces, typically those provinces shifted from remitting taxes to Rome (which spent a majority of its revenue on “defense”) to requiring tribute payments in order to pause attacking. Those provinces went from revenue centers to cost centers, reducing the funding available for new military units to drive out the invaders. Often the invaders were recruited themselves into the Roman military, but were at times betrayed and at other times of questionable loyalty.

Do this enough times, in enough places, and the Western Empire at least could not offer decisive resistance. For comparison, imagine you own an apartment building, and gangsters move into a vacant apartment. The police are afraid of them, or not as ruthless. The intruders laugh at your demand for rent, and raise it with a demand you pay them rent not to take over more units. You pay up, but they get annoyed with you and take some anyway. How are those economics working out for you while the gangsters flip you off and the police cower?

Nero fiddled while Rome burned. Nero played the lyre, not the fiddle (invented only about 1500 years after his death). Imagine Drumpf with yearning to be a rock star, and you have Nero’s basic presentation. There’s uncertainty about how the fire started in 64 CE (four years before Nero’s welcome demise); our surviving version of Tacitus blames Christians, but the good sense of that version raises questions of much later alteration. Nero was not in Rome when this fire began to devastate 3/4 of the city, but quickly returned to Rome and launched relief efforts. Some of them were quite self-serving, but he certainly did not ignore the catastrophe. It had overwhelmed first responders, as would most city-wide conflagrations in cities of a million or more.

Nero stands accused of having caused it in order to rebuild Rome to his taste, and his behavior doesn’t entirely refute that, but I don’t find the accusation credible to explain the start. All that said, there is at least some reason to think Nero himself blamed Christians for the fire. How and why a tiny minority cult would do such a thing makes little sense to me in hindsight; then again, much of what Nero did also makes little sense to me.

The Roman military was always fearsome. Replace “always” with “at times” and you’re more accurate. Starting as a land power, the Roman republic didn’t develop a navy worth the name until the Punic (Carthaginian) Wars; those started in 264 BCE. The land forces were pretty refined, but with generals often outthought/outmaneuvered, notably by Hannibal in three consecutive Second Punic War battles. The Republic eventually reorganized its legions, which for the first two hundred years of the Empire retained similar form–but Republic and Empire both depended upon auxilia. Many of its cavalry, for example, were Germanic. Provincial recruit cohorts (essentially battalions) were definitely a cut below the legionary standard.

Roman military engineering and discipline were very good, but legions weren’t the entire Roman military. There had long been auxilia; sometimes cohorts of provincial recruits, sometimes specialists such as slingers or light infantry. As time went on, border provinces raised frontier troops of variable quality for local service. And the Praetorian Guard might have been the worst thing to happen at Rome, developing from a capital-based protective force into just one of many competing military accumulations selecting Imperial contenders and butchering them whenever they’d spent their last bonus aurei. By the 300s, the Imperial armies less resembled their ancestors and started more to resemble the barbarian forces they were expected to fight. They were also losing to the latter more frequently. Some prowess was restored under Byzantine overlordship, but as before, the Byzantines were Roman in name only.

Now here are some things you might not know, but would wish to:

The early Imperial army (and late Republican) did not move very quickly, but it moved in like mold in a badly maintained house. Every afternoon, early Imperial troops halted for the day and built a fort to sleep in. Roman civil engineering is famous, but their military engineering also deserves major respect for bridging, fortifications, and siegecraft. Once that army came, it or its successors never left. People knew this and it demoralized resistance. “Sure, get a bunch of your people killed; you’ll get some of us. Then there will another army, and this one will have serious blood in its eyes.” For the first couple of centuries this was true in the main; then Rome’s problems began shifting more to the defensive.

Rome was a sort of religious Borg when it came to conquest. As the state faith and state were inseparable, Romans invading would not only not disrespect locally worshipped gods, but would try to suborn to them: “Gods of the Perquacki, if you abandon these people and support us, we will preserve your worship.” From their perspective, it seemed to work.

Republican Rome took most of its institutional existence to consolidate the Italian peninsula. During that time there were regular tribal wars between Rome and other cities/regions within Italy, extending into the first century BCE. The end of the Republic was more or less also the end of Italian ethnic division as a political factor; thereafter divisions were more those of wealth and social rank (or absence thereof).

What you saw on the subscription series Rome was very late Republican Rome. I liked it; it had many authentic touches, such as the large curved horns called cornua. It covered much of the Republic’s final quarter century, starting in Gaul then leading to Caesar’s primacy and thereafter to the struggles of Antony and Cleopatra. While ethnic Romans looked down upon late Ptolemaic Egypt as a degraded and effete shell of its former martial self, they also knew it was Rome’s breadbasket.

A tribune was an official. You see (or saw) newspaper titles referring to the Here-or-There Tribune; the term arises from the Roman Republic’s officials appointed to protect the public interest. You’ve heard the term “plebeian”; here’s its origin. These were styled Tribunes of the Plebs (commoners), to distinguish them from military tribunes who might command a legion in combat. It is evident why newspapers chose the title, as it makes more sense in social context than say, Laramie Boomerang.

The Republic’s elected officials included dictators, consuls, praetors, censors, quaestors, and aediles. Consuls numbered two; in times of grave danger, the Senate would issue a Last Decree calling upon a particular citizen (typically a retired general) to become dictator, with the expectation that a noble Roman would immediately hand this title back when the crisis passed. Cincinnatus (yes, that’s where we get it, including the society of descendants of George Washington) was held up as the ideal dictator for his (likely embellished) sixteen-day un-retirement, victory, and re-retirement.

Praetors were junior to consuls, and discharged various officials not so different from modern cabinet/government ranks. The censor was singular or one of two, he had the combined duties of taking the census (obviously), governing public morality, and some other duties. Aediles and quaestors were more junior, not uncommon stepping stones for ambitious  young patricians seeking to rise in power and public esteem. Then as now, one paid one’s dues, proved one’s worth to seek greater responsibility.

The Praetorian Guard was not really very praetorian, at least later on. This aforementioned internal security force morphed over time into essentially an organized crime gang. My friend Peter asked an excellent question as to why it was allowed to continue for so long when there were civil wars with Roman fighting Roman; why not stamp it out? I think because there was rarely a situation where that was considered both feasible and necessary by those seeking power. Most civil wars happened mostly outside Italy, and marching on Rome itself was a big deal. My take is that most emperors and usurpers were afraid of the consequences; zoomed out in the fullness of time, we can see that they were a toxic political force for centuries. Seen from the perspective of a given time, however, I think most leaders considered it safer to buy their support. To destroy them would have been impossible to prepare for in secrecy (a couple legions headed for Rome not being easy to conceal).

For an analogy, one might ask why neither the Soviet Army nor the Communist Party of the USSR ever destroyed the KGB. The suggestion that one might be preparing to do so was likely to be discovered, with fatal consequences.

Rome invented tourism. It was not always safe, nor was it always comfortable, but control of the Mediterranean and an extensive road network did make this possible for those hardy and/or wealthy enough to take the chance. It was safer than it would have been, at least in the first couple centuries CE.

Alexander didn’t conquer Rome mainly because he went the other direction. Could he have taken Rome? In the 330s BCE, I don’t think it was impossible, at that phase in Roman development and Macedonian/Hellenistic ascendancy. Alexander considered himself Greek, led a primarily Greek military, and saw Persia (a threat to Greek independence when Rome was a republic in diapers) as the main enemy. He had no way of imagining that the podunk capital of some Italian province called Latium would one day sit on nearly the entire Greek world, some three centuries after his untimely death.

Plus, imagine how bad he would have looked with his whole army beating up a backwater peninsula only to get word that the Persian military was conquering his home country.

 

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*This stands for “Before Christian Era.” This is not me kowtowing to a religious faith I do not embrace. I reject “Before Common Era.” This is me recognizing that:

  • Every civilization has a dating system;
  • Every civilization is entitled to a dating system;
  • A dating system typically emanates from what is perceived as a seminal event (which might or might not have occurred).

However you feel about Christianity–I’m a survivor of Christian religiously motivated abuse with my own ax to grind, and I’m not even positive Jesus of Nazareth was a historical figure–but only an ignoramus or someone pretzeling history with an agenda can try to deny the impact of a belief system that became dominant in its part of the world and went to war over beliefs (at least nominally; war is always over money and power and ego, in actual fact).

If we’re to have a dating system that doesn’t refer to Christianity, all right; why are we still starting it at a supposed time of the birth of Jesus of Nazareth? Just changing the name simply endorses the supposed founding event by maintaining the date. Maybe it should start with 480 BCE, date of the battle of Marathon. Or 509 BCE, attributed date for the overthrow of the last Tarquin king at Rome.

Plus, “Common Era” means nothing. When was the Uncommon Era? What’s Common about it? Who came up with that term? Did they even think? Can we get a Rare Era? Common to who and what? This is preposterous. I’ll go with removing AD because “Anno Domini” assumes belief. BCE, for example, no more assumes belief than AH (After Hegira; the Islamic lunar dating system), JE (Jewish Era; I think we’re in the 5700s now), BE (Buddhist Era), and so on.

I realize that this view automatically gets me kicked out of some treehouse clubs, which is fine. If I have to embrace silliness to be a club member, that club and I are better off without one another.

An employment ad glossary for the modern world

We need this to help cut through all the remarkably stupid job postings out there. The reason so many of them are so stupid is that they are text storms demanding massive lists of qualifications, using peppy language better suited for a Red Robin menu, and in many cases not even real–either this is window dressing for the actual plan to hire an internal candidate, or it’s a scam that will send a ‘test’ assignment which in fact is work they want done and plan to appropriate for their own purposes.

The modern workplace (with rare and precious exceptions) has suffered from a collapse in demonstrated leadership. Emotional terrorists–little Osamas–have taken over with zero actual leadership background and know no other way but to bully. No wonder young people start to give up on the notion of a long-term job with advancement potential and good benefits. Our society’s workplaces have disheartened them.

You who make millions a year in senior management for corporations? This is on you. You’re the leaders. Fucking do something and stop weeping openly about the current generation. When you were a twentysomething, your elders were weeping about yours and what it was coming to. The corporate leadership this has produced suggests that your elders were correct. The reason Catbert became popular is because you authored his models.

At the same time, our educational and problemsolving decline is indeed having an impact. That was a multi-generational national decision, which I pretty much suspect was nudged along by everyone who prefers a stupid populace incapable of seeing through flaming bullshit.

So, lighting the proverbial candle, I offer this moderately plausible interpretation glossary for translating job advertising:

  • Able to lift X lbs.: Not disabled. We threw that in there so we wouldn’t have to give those irritating accommodations.
  • ALL CAPS: Our content is so unattractive we have to go full drama queens. It can’t speak for itself.
  • AI-savvy: Under 30. In that age range we begin with the assumption that they all cheated their way through school with AI and are helpless without it.
  • Career development potential: Promises we keep vague for a reason.
  • Communications skills: Able to look another human being in the eyes and hold conversation in some form.
  • Competitive salary: Notice we don’t tell you what that might be.
  • Depending on experience: The very least we can get by with paying you.
  • Detail-oriented: Can actually spell English words.
  • Dynamic environment: Chaosium caused by managerial incompetence and resulting caprice.
  • Entry-level: Only requires this stupidly long list of qualifications, with which one would be well above entry level.
  • Excellent benefits package: Has any benefits in any form.
  • For the right person: That is, the right person with a pulse who doesn’t flee when we tell them it’s minimum wage.
  • Impossibly complex list of demanded experience: We’re hiring an internal candidate. You have no chance. We wrote this just to discourage you so we could say ‘see? no one was as qualified.’
  • Junior management position: We give titles, not compensation.
  • List of qualifications a mile long (as in ‘entry-level’): We really have an internal choice we plan to hire. We just want to make sure we don’t get any crap about that, so we are going through the motions. Don’t bother. [I have come at this one from three different directions because it is so often the norm.]
  • Management potential: We give the dream of titles, not compensation.
  • Motivated individual: Preferably motivated by student loan debt.
  • Organizational skills: Knows Latin characters and can learn the word ‘alphabetize.’
  • Phone skills: Not paralyzed with terror and going into an emotional crisis at answering a call.
  • Professionalism: Doesn’t wear sweats to work.
  • Prospective customer outreach: You are going to be fucking cold calling. By the end of the first day you will be questioning your life choices. Keep it up and you will become a misanthrope.
  • Room for advancement: Will be buried immediately in duties and bogged down with no hope for advancement.
  • Self-motivated: Comes to work most of the time without being begged.
  • Steady under pressure: This is code for ‘no autism spectrum projects.’ We sympathize, but don’t want to deal with accommodating those situations; it cuts into our margin.
  • Tech-savvy: Has heard of Word and Excel. (We know that proficiency is too much to ask.)
  • Well-groomed: No nudists or homeless need apply.

Editorial Maverick: what to consider before you start looking for editing help

It’s a tough world. Suppose you self-publish a novel. You do it right, or so you think: hire an editor, pay for respectable cover art, and so on. Comes to about $3K including a final proofing, any special formatting you have to hire out, etc. Unlike most fairly shortsighted first-time self-publishers, you’re thinking the long game; you have the good sense to price your work appealingly to build a base. Your profit on your novel is $6 per print copy and $3 per e-copy. Let’s consider those equivalent in terms of your profit, so $3 per copy.

One thousand book sales later, you’ve covered your basic costs and may officially begin Turning A Profit. Hallelujah. Other people, who had less pride and principle, had someone off Ninerr or wherever “put an edit on it” for $300, used amateurish cover art done by their aunt (or an AI) for nothing, and figured why pay for proofreading if someone has “put an edit on it”? They started turning a profit on their half-assery much more quickly. There you sat wondering how to sell a thousand copies while the half-assery got lapped up by a public with decreasing standards and literacy.

In essence, you’re the boutique grocery store that lost out to MansonianPriceSlasher MegaCheepcheapcheep Grocery. Your work and products are beautiful, inviting, well cared for, free of the Honey Boo Boo crowd, and making less money. Only a limited percentage of the reading audience was your realistic target market. The rest could not read well enough to see your added value. Declining taste and literacy suck–just watch TV to see what dominates.

This is the scenario that might obtain for perhaps the majority of my clients. I can’t control most of that. The naughty m-word is the main factor, and the Venn diagram overlapping ‘people who love to market’ and ‘people who love to write’ has a rather small intersection. I can tell people they have to do their own marketing until I’m hoarse, and their lips will still say “yes, yes” but their eyes will still say “FOAD, FOAD, FOAD.” What I might be able to influence is how they employ an editor. The best way I can devise to do that is to give them some free advice on how to hire editors. Most people hire us before gaining the slightest real understanding of our roles.

That’s a good percentage of the publication cost promised to someone without knowing what they really do. If I pay a mechanic $1800, for example, I want to get the desired result. I don’t want to find out later that the mechanic is charging me that sum to give me a result that I maybe needed but did not seek. (“Yeah, we came in below your budget so we tacked on some body work in addition to your brakes.”) What if I expected the mechanic to throw in detailing? That’s about what it’s like when one expects the editor to proofread after editing.

Okay, so it’s difficult. Fine. What to do is to educate yourself about who does this, what they do, and what their insecurities are. And those are legion.

  • Sneak onto some editors’ forums. Yes. Pretend to be one. Don’t say anything; just read. See how they talk and act among themselves. Notice that a not inconsequential percentage are more than a bit neurotic. Freelance editing is great for shut-ins, and the modern world enables them to refuse vocal and visual contact. And while it might seem like I’m scoffing, I get that some people have serious traumas, disabilities physical and psychological, and deal with issues the world doesn’t comprehend. I can’t know. What you can know is how their conversations go with their colleagues. You’ll learn the repellent term “edi-buddies,” see many people pleading for help with where to put a comma under Chicago (or whatever style guide they’ve been told to treat as Scripture), and so on. You will be less awed by us when you see that the bar’s fairly low. I wasn’t supposed to tell you any of this, but I’m the Editorial Maverick, and mavericks gotta mav now and then.
  • Read up on editing modes. Editing modes are how sophisticated editors guide their working focuses. There is valid question how many modes should be on this list, and I saw some with more options. Run a search on “editing modes,” ignore all the references to Word and forms of editing that have nothing to do with book editing. Mine had to go four pages deep. (I have a list on my site, but I wanted to suggest an external perspective. That’s a fancy way of saying I thought it was a bad look to use my own list to support my definitions. Don’t just take my word for them.) A capable editor will examine your work, and ideally your goals and wishes, and suggest an editing mode that will guide that work. Maybe if you have some idea in advance of what mode would best help you–which can’t occur if you have never heard of them–you will get a better outcome.
  • Think about your goals. Serious question to answer honestly: Do you not really care about the quality but want to be able to say it was edited? There are plentiful starving humanities BAs who are working 2.5 jobs and have decided that they r editors, and many of them will do it for low three figures. If cost is the main concern and you plan to be labor-intensive, think in terms of a flat fee so that you can really milk them. That’s why some of us no longer do flat-fee work at all–because people used us too much, to the point of abuse. So the logical people to do this are the ones who will actually go along with it, and who have not yet learned that lesson. There are always some. I think every freelance editor ends up way undercharging early in the process. Find one who hasn’t learned. Be their lesson.
  • Decide whether you are comfortable with (or can at least take) constructive feedback. Do you really even want that, or have you been on too many writers’ forums where you learned that it was a virtue to “fight for my words”? In other words, do you want to argue, or do you want to learn and improve your book? When most people want to bicker, they pay zero. They go on BegsDoor or ZuckBook and find them for free, virtually anonymous, no need to hold back, both barrels, any subject. I knew one prospective (and basically gifted) writer, long before I started doing this, who was mainly looking forward to arguing with an editor. I’m not surprised he has never yet actually published. But there’s no need to hire a sparring partner. Anyone good enough to whip you in the debate probably won’t bother. We’ll just say something that ought to chill your soul: “Okay. If you’re going to ignore much of my guidance, no problem. It’s your book. I’ll simply exercise my option not to be credited.” That’s an Alan Smithee, and it means the editor thinks you refuse to accept salvage of this train wreck. If it doesn’t chill your soul, you shouldn’t even have bothered hiring any editor at all.
  • Get a referral. This is where writers’ groups can have benefits (not a thing I say that often). Ask someone who has used one; see if they’ll tell you what it cost and what editing mode was in use. If they don’t know what you mean by the latter, they might not have gotten the education they should have. What you hope to hear is something like “a substantive edit.” This leads into…
  • Find out what the real thing costs/requires. Some editors charge by the hour, some by the word, some quote flat fees. The longer your work, the more editing costs, but not proportionately. There is no economy of scale; there is extravagance of scale. The general view is that 70,000 words is novel length. (Always words. Never pages. Telling them how many pages it is announces “I have no idea what I’m doing here.”) All right, so your novel is a Michenerian epic of just over 200,000 words. If people said a given amount was reasonable for 70K, does that mean triple that is reasonable for 210K? No. The reason is that there is so much more information to hold in the brain: keeping names, stories, side stories, plotlines, and images in mind. You should at least know what a seasoned professional costs before you go with cheep cheap cheep.
  • Aunt Nelly or her equivalent? Most people have some relative who thinks she can edit. In some cases perhaps she can; in the majority, her only qualification is that she reads a lot. (Based on what I am seeing from novice editors coming up, that might make her competitive with some.) Here there can be issues, because whether or not Aunt Nelly is competent (unlikely), she will be very hurt if she is refused. If she is not, you probably will get what you pay for. Hopefully she doesn’t promise to “put an edit on it.” But if you are realistic, you must at least consider this possibility and either pursue it (abandon all hope in most cases) or rule it out for compelling reason (as in you’ve seen from Aunt Nelly’s notes to people that she cannot refrain from writing things like “Your a great neice.” A cynical and arguably deceitful way, if Aunt Nelly all but insists, is to let her “edit” it but don’t use that copy. Some would say that’s absolutely awful. What’s worse? Letting an unqualified, well-meaning and well-loved relative ruin your ms? Hurting a well-loved relative’s feelings when she meant nothing but kindness? Maybe I’m influenced a bit by life near cultures in which kindness and face-saving count for much more than blunt force truthiness.

The question you should probably be considering in the background would be: What’s the point of a cheap cheep cheap editing job? Is it even worth $300? What do I get for that? Even a proofreading job at that price point is probably going to be terrible for a novel-length ms. It happened to a client of mine. Here’s the tale:

I have known this current client since college. His name is Mike Cook, and he wrote quite a good book. (I feel comfortable talking about the kitchen where we made the sausage because I always write a post about that when a book goes gold, but only if the client is okay with it. Mike was. Cat’s already out of that bag.) Our lives diverged since the mid-80s but touched base again via a mutual friend from back in the day, who is also a client. Now, Mike’s genre was medieval fantasy and he had some enormous strengths. He didn’t want cheap cheep cheap; he wanted to perfect his craft and produce a quality book he could be proud of.

One amazing aspect was his medievalist vocabulary, which sent me to the dictionary a dozen times. I’m not used to running to the dictionary more than once or twice per job, and usually it’s words like “irony” or “to comprise” that I have to keep reminding myself don’t mean what most people mean by them. Impressed as hell.

So one by one, I looked up his terms, one of which was “gong farmer.” I looked it up; it also came as “gong fermor,” and it meant the people who used to shovel out the latrine pits at night. Not a glamor job, I reckon. All right. I’d told Mike that while I was the best proofreader going, I never took money to proof anything I’d seen before because only when seeing it for the first time can I do the job to my personal standards. I recommended he hire one, but I wasn’t sure exactly how. I don’t know a bunch of other proofreaders. He ended up going to Eighterr or someplace and hiring an idiot for the $300 range, if I recall.

Such a miscarriage of editorial justice. She looked up none of his words. It was obvious that she simply ran spell and grammar checkers, accepted everything, congrats 2 me i prufed. The most obvious fail was that “gong farmer” had been globally changed to what spellcheck suggested: “young farmer.” In essence, she took money to use the primitive AI proofreading built into a word processor.

If it were up to me that would probably have serious consequences.

Mike came to me with the result. I was appalled; I was also partly responsible, because he’d done everything I suggested and trusted my guidance. I felt like crap. There was only one thing to do, which was proof it myself. It would not be to my normal standards because that was no longer possible given that I’d edited it with a couple passes. It would still be far better than Elevener or Twelver’s lower tier. I couldn’t charge him, and I didn’t. I wanted him to have justice, not to pay me more money.

Anyway, there’s one of the banana peels. Some people will “put an edit on” a manuscript of any length for any amount of money. The question is: Is a $300 edit worth $300? If you rejoin that well, at least I’d get proofreading, which I do need, the question is whether the proofreading will be worth $300. I’m telling you I’ve seen where it wasn’t worth $3. Or where people should be fined for it.

If you are at least realistic about the question of cheap cheep cheap editing and proofreading, that’s the main objective of this piece. The question that’s most germane would be, assuming my kind are absolutely off the table and outside your price point: Should I just go without, pay $300 for crappy work, or accept Aunt Nelly’s offer to proof it for free ‘because she reads a lot’?

I see why people go with Aunt Nelly. And if people want to look around for free or inexpensive options, here you go. This is where you might find them, and how to empower your plans so that you make the best decision for your ms. Obviously, I won’t compete with either Aunt Nelly or someone going bargain basement flat fee, so I might as well help people process those options if that’s the only way I can be of service.

If I were you, I’d be wondering why I have put all this effort into telling people about the alternatives to hiring me. It’s because they are going to (or should) come up anyway, and one of two things will happen. Either people will say great, I’ll go with Sixerr, thanks, and their outcome will hopefully be better than some because they educated themselves. Or people will say great, this tells me what the cheapo alternatives are. Now I know what I’m missing and why I’m missing it. At peace.

I’ll take that.

The state of the AI from an editor’s perspective

As a believer in labeling one’s biases and then letting rip, let us begin with mine:

I despise AI. There is nothing I like about it. I don’t like the data centers, I don’t like the plutocracy behind them, and I don’t like the pliant municipalities who just bend over and drop trou for plutocracy. Not even at bayonet point could you get me to use AI to write my words for me. I take delight in watching it display the mindless trends that are its tells, sneering at its never-life.

I’m a snob. I would rather read the tortured constructions and bad spelling of the world’s worst real writer than technically correct AI.

In the many cases in which AI use is simply laziness, what my mind says is: It was so much easier than using your actual mind, wasn’t it?Today, Konrad Kujau wouldn’t have to author a phony Hitler memoir ms; he’d just feed the question to an AI and out would come the Dolfiness.

AI is here to stay, unless (as I hope) the proliferation of AI-genned content becomes recursive in that its outputs get stupider and stupider as it is increasingly its own unvetted (except by itself!) source material. It already generates fictitious references. I do not see evidence that it employs discernment on its sourcing. I think if enough QAnuts published enough wackiness, and at least made some effort at originality while not labeling themselves openly, AI would refer to them as if they were Stephen Hawking, or E.F. Hutton (ask your grandparents).

With those understandings, let’s talk about where this phenomenon is. AI goes beyond what I’m describing, of course; it can do at least something that looks like editing. In time it will probably be capable of more, unless it worsens its trend of eating its own children.

It is not that new, as far as I can see; it’s just more interactive. In essence, it’s the modern evolution of Altavista (ask your parents) or Google. What is a search engine algorithm but a form of AI? Is a word processor’s grammar check and spell check not some form of AI? Some games pit the player against relatively decent AI, which computer game designers have been trying to improve for decades. In the old Steel Panthers days, we’d sometimes delegate a trial setup to computer control just to get its sense of the position. (Andy Gailey will never see this, but those words began as his, and so was the idea. And unlike ChatGPT, he’s a person.) What’s new is that one can get it to do the work of writers and editors, at least in some ways. It takes a pretty sophisticated reader to tell it apart, which eliminates the vast majority of the modern US public.

My theory about the impact on my profession is that it will have the greatest impact on the people who don’t hire someone like me, and the people that they do hire. Consider: One is a stereotypically lazy ‘nap-my-way-through-college’ student who takes one look at the concepts of research and composition and replies: “Oh hell no. That’s actual work. I’d rather get AI to do it for me, then I’ll go through and edit out some of it so the prof can’t tell.” After muddling though, the alumnus* learned almost nothing about writing. Except, perhaps, that which would be learned by reading a few syntactically correct history papers (which isn’t enough; try reading voraciously from ages 3 to 22 if you want it by osmosis and Kodak childhood memory). Now he’s stuck. Take away his AI and his literacy is spavined.

*I think women are less prone to let a dumb computer program supply their words, probably because on balance the evidence indicates they’re slightly brighter than we are, and because I believe they are less interested in letting a computer talk over them than they are even in letting men talk over them.

So Slacker Alum, living with his parents because getting jobs is hard and might even require him to leave the house, has always had some ideas for novels. He starts having AI write the story for him, and in the process he at least becomes better at using AI. His AI novel is no worse garbage than a fair percentage of the self-published material out there, and not a little of the trad-pubbed. Does he hire an editor? Not a real one; that would take money. If he had money, he wouldn’t be doing any of this. He either hires one of the self-anointed Starving English BA Editors who thinks s/he’s qualified, or he accepts the AI editing and congratulates himself on creating moneymaking content while maintaining his slacker image. Either way, he was never going to hire me. He’s not my market and I’m not his. The Starving English BA Editors are already doing it for almost nothing because of $250K in student loans, which means they must have the money. Their sad revenue streams are likely to take hits.

I’m not mocking the plight of today’s 20something, attempting to navigate a world in which their elders ate up the whole buffet. (I’ve been cussing those elders for it since our twenties during the Reagan administration. They ignored me. Still do.) I’m only mocking the lazy ones with low to no standards or pride, or who assert for themselves unreasonable qualifications. I am making the point that for those who want to loaf their way by, and who feel better about doing that and then playing Galaxy of Mortal Annihilationcraft: Total & Utter Eternal Damnation & Destruction all day, AI is not merely the crutch. It is more the self-driving vehicle.

Would I use AI to help me edit material people paid me to work on? You can guess that answer. I doubt that anyone who does would ever admit it, so you can believe me or not. Those who know me well have no trouble taking it at face value. But in case anyone needs to hear it, I would sooner make homebrew napalm and drop flaming globs of it on my body.

Would I reject working on a novel partly or wholly written by AI? It’s unlikely I will ever see one, because those who don’t want to write (but want the appearance of having done so) are unlikely to want to spend money. A part of me can see that. To them, what the AI wrote is grammatically okay, and isn’t that the only use for a damn editor anyway? I’m not going to pierce that perception and won’t try. It’s unlikely they understand the breadth of my work, but that’s okay; in most cases I think they’d be shocked to hear that it costs more than $300 to “put an edit on it.” (That could be one of the most unpalatable and ignorant turns of phrase I ever encounter. Take it from me: Anyone using it knows little about actual editing.) Thus, I’m not their target vendor and I’m not that vendor’s competition. You all have fun.

Is there a place for AI in the work of writers I respect? That depends on what they are writing about. In non-fiction, such as (stop laughing) business reporting, I can see at least reasons to think of letting it handle a first draft. I think this because business reporting is not a passion project, and the live workforce every year is demanded to do more–with less people, in less time, for less compensation. A first draft can also be edited, reviewed, and its odder fancies corrected by someone who could have written that were they given the time to do so. There is a canyon separating those who can’t actually do it themselves in a competent way, and those who could but for life circumstances (deadlines, kids, delusional boss) eroding their time and mindshare. Those who could have done it themselves can certainly spot and correct flawed material. I get it.

As for ‘lancers, the market that wants to write its own words and hire a real editor will continue to do so, because it values the journey and the education at least as much as it does the  outcome. Those are my market. Them I can help. They are why I keep doing this.

Am I concerned about AI? I wouldn’t need to be, except for the climate that made it acceptable. I am much more concerned about the decline of literacy, attention spans, and critical thinking in that climate than I am about AI itself.

After all, I obviously didn’t mind it when it was trying to give me stress trying not to get my experienced Panther crews blown to hell in Steel Panthers by US P-47Ds firing 5″ rockets, or when it was helping me look up why my stupid fitness watch wouldn’t pair. I only started taking a leak on it when it started moneylending in my temple. And when that came, it was time to get to work on scourging.

Black History Month 2026: Medals of Honor

The climate nowadays has on some levels turned against this concept. I oppose this turn for several reasons, starting with the historical tendency to skip over the parts played by black Americans. The field in which I’m best able to dig those up is that of military history.

It’s a simple fact to verify. Guess how many black men earned the Medal of Honor in Vietnam? I count 23. Total awards for the whole war, entire military, were 268. (About half the time, the MoH is a posthumous award. The things one does that earn such a decoration often are one’s last acts.) The demographics generally put the total serving and fatalities right around the national neighborhood of 12% black. A number of those medals were upgraded from previous, lesser decorations; before that, there was even more reason to believe that recognition for black men’s military valor was understated. It likely still is, but some progress beats none.

I read the descriptions for the actions that earned these men their country’s highest decoration, even at a time in which authorities back home were driving back peaceful civil rights protestors with nightsticks, dogs, and fire hoses. How many you reckon earned the Medal for jumping on or in front of frag grenades to save their buddies?

Nine. Right around 40%.

Were there men of other backgrounds who did the same? Surely. This isn’t a comparison game; this is the statement of a simple fact. In Vietnam, 40% of the black earners of the Medal earned it by the reflex, guaranteed-fatal action of shielding comrades from grenade blasts.  Was that what it took for men of their color to be recognized at the deserved level? I haven’t done a comparison of all the MoH earners who got it jumping on frag grenades. The point is not to crusade, though, but to honor and educate.

There are lots of ways to die saving lives in wartime. Probably most who do so are never recognized at all because no one else saw it. Thing here is that jumping on a grenade isn’t something one is granted a couple of minutes to think about. It’s now or never. It’s knowing your death is coming in the next couple of seconds, and there is one final way you can support your buddies. Having the esprit de corps, the pride as a warrior, induce one to make that last act the saving of lives–that is valor and pride, and the stories of black valor have long been undertold in U.S. history. Most Americans have no idea how many black troopers served the Union in the Civil War (don’t have exact figures, but it’s closer to 200,000 than 100,000), and until recently had no idea of events like the Battle of Fort Wagner–popularized in the hit movie Glory.

We all need heroes, examples from our own demographics. Why was Black Panther such a hit, especially with black viewers? The ‘duh’ reaction would be basic affinity, but that seems a facile take. I think a more motivating reason would be that there’s long been underrepresentation of black faces and actions in superheroic fiction, and the movie offered a joyful and inspiring difference. It was fun. One might look at the way a young Whoopi Goldberg reacted to Nichelle Nichols as Lieutenant Uhura in the original Star Trek: “Come quick, come quick, there’s a black lady on television and she ain’t no maid!”

Nichols had actually wanted to leave the show in the first season. As every Trekker knows, Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. himself talked her out of it. Uhura was representation, a sight to inspire black women and girls. I believe Whoopi Goldberg when she says it mattered.

Nine black men earned the Medal of Honor in Vietnam shielding their comrades from grenades, which meant their certain deaths. They did it anyway. Say their names and remember:

  • PFC James Anderson Jr., USMC
  • SGT Rodney Davis, USMC
  • PFC Robert Jenkins Jr., USMC
  • PFC Ralph Johnson, USMC
  • PFC Garfield Langhorn, USA
  • SGT Donald Long, USA
  • PFC Milton Olive III, USA
  • 1LT Ruppert Sargent, USA
  • SSG Clifford Sims, USA

Almost half Marines. That might tell us something as well.

But here’s to them, and here’s to the ten times as many who probably earned it but no one saw how it went down.

Why you would or would not move to Oregon

In the national perception (which increasingly operates under single-bit binary logic), Oregon is anointed the title of Totally Bluest State.

In our polarized nation (most of whose people have never been to Oregon, or if they have, have never been outside Portland), this supposedly means that:

  • …tree-hugging polyamorous granola girls womyn shame all women who attend a Christian church, shave their armpits, or refuse to have compulsory annual abortions
  • …soy milk-sucking Antifa terrorists lynch anyone who displays the US flag or attempts to pump his their own gasoline
  • …the only capital crimes still listed on our books are littering and using the world ‘retard’ in any context (including when saying one is late in French)
  • …no one goes to the smoking ruin of downtown Portland any more unless they want to be ganged up on by regiments of homeless people and fentheads who have taken over all the buildings
  • …it rains constantly throughout the state, except when wildfires are wiping out entire towns, at which time the rain somehow stops just long enough to allow serious devastation
  • …strict gun control laws prohibit all firearms and that slingshots, air rifles, are tightly regulated
  • …throwing-size rocks are allowed only with compulsory registration of your rock, intensive background checks including a colonoscopy and your DNA (usually done at same time), and mandatory safety training.

All that might sound good or bad to you depending on your outlook, but those resemble (in hyperbolic form) what I hear from people who have never been here. And yeah, that’s how ignorant they sound.

All right. Let’s light a candle rather than curse the darkness.

You might move to Oregon if you:

  1. Enjoy a dry climate. Yes. You wouldn’t move to the west side of the Cascades, but you could move to Pendleton or Burns and experience a lot of sunshine.
  2. Have a far-right political outlook. Yes. Outside of the Portland and Eugene metro areas, political opinion skews far right, pro-gun, and anti-government. There are even renegade sheriffs who just outright defy the state government, because Oregon’s favorite governmental pastime is issuing decrees it won’t and/or can’t enforce.
  3. Like trees. We’ve got a lot of those.
  4. Like deserts. About a quarter of the state is high desert–maybe more.
  5. Want to be left alone. In the southeastern quadrant of the state–an area some 150 miles x 130–there are only ~47,000 people. That’s an area a little smaller than the whole state of South Carolina, which has over 100 times that many people. Subtract the town of Ontario, at the extreme northeast of that quadrant, and you’re down to about 35,000 people. This is Wyoming-level leave-me-the-hell-alone distance. And since this is the West, people are inclined to stay out of your face anyway.
  6. Like oceans. Just about our whole coast is an Oregon State Park. There are even places with surfing, at least with a wet suit (water’s pretty cold).
  7. Like dead or dormant volcanoes. We have a number of these. Caveat: not all are that dormant. If you love geology, we have many ways to live that love.
  8. Like large rivers and fishing. Most of the northern  border with Washington is the Columbia River, which runs from a little less than a mile wide (at the point where it becomes the border) to about three miles wide where it rolls under a really long bridge then empties into the Pacific. The Willamette is not small. Fishing is very popular all over the state.
  9. Like weed. In much of urban Oregon and some of rural Oregon, cannabis stores are more common than gas stations. It’s not even very expensive.
  10. Like switchblades and U-turns. Both legal in Oregon unless otherwise prohibited. For example, in a courtroom, nope, no sharp stuff. When a sign forbids U-turns, you can probably guess the intent.

It’s not for everyone. You would avoid moving to Oregon if you:

  1. Can’t deal with moderately right-wing overlords (Democrats). Our far-right folks feel so much this way that they’re talking about seceding and joining Idaho. Not all their complaints are illegitimate; it’s true that, just as the rest of the country thinks Oregon = Portland, much of Portland thinks Oregon = Portland. It’s like the scaled-up version of the New York City dynamic, where some New Yorkers seem to think that whatever happened to New York happened to America, and that ‘flyover states’ are Cletus repositories of no consequence. Anyway, given our demographics, it’s unlikely we’ll ever have far-right state government here.
  2. Dislike inefficient government. This is even worse than Idaho’s, and it’s not political gridlock; it’s an institutional culture of crappy. State agencies are inept. Police (especially State) aren’t here to protect or serve, with a few exceptions. We just have an inept bureaucracy that lives down to every governmental stereotype most people imagine.
  3. Think a little bit of pollution is no big deal. Rural Oregonians don’t like litter any better than most urban residents. As I write this, and in spite of all the associated property crime, Portland’s municipalities are still looking for ways to keep making nice with the homeless–but if there’s one flaw that’ll turn even the homeless lovers (none of whom are willing to actually give homeless people homes or let them camp in the back yard) into detractors, it’ll be the garbalanches along the freeway, the turds on downtown sidewalks, the overall desecration of the landscape.
  4. Are bigoted toward Asians. As a coastal state, many Asian cultures are well represented not just in Portland, but all over. If that bothers you, this ain’t for you. If people insist on missing out on superb Korean food, great; I’ll pick up the slack.
  5. Are black. While the state was originally founded as a racist Utopia and was a strong state for the second KKK, with plenty of sundown towns (much like Kennewick in SE Washington), as late as the 1940s one predominantly black Portland neighborhood was flooded out and the city shrugged. Many in Albina, the closest thing Portland had to a black neighborhood in the following years, suffered from general neglect in poor living conditions and some were driven out through ‘urban renewal.’ There are very few black folks anywhere in Oregon but Portland, and even that percentage is far below the national demographic average. I would not say that most of the state is black-hostile; I am taking the word of a homegrown local friend that you might have trouble making connections that truly understand your experiences. They definitely did.
  6. Despise hippies and their mentality. While most of the old school hippies moved into middle management and became boomers who basically ate the whole economic buffet and left little behind for following generations, the tie-dye spirit remains strong in Portland and isn’t exactly rejected around the state.
  7. Fear geology and tsunamis. While Bend is pretty safe from a tsunami, most of western Oregon is at high earthquake risk (enough that we pony up an extra $550/year for earthquake insurance) and the coast is at high enough tsunami risk that you see signs showing evacuation routes. Volcanoes are not all inactive, and while St. Helens didn’t do much to Portland, it took a major ash dump in eastern Washington. An eruption in the Oregon Cascades would do much the same to eastern Oregon.
  8. Hate the timber industry. It’s one of Oregon’s major economic sectors along with agriculture, and believe me (my father was a forester), forest management is important in our modern time. Clearcuts are hideous, but judicious thinning and removal of biomass are important for forest health. And without them, that brings into play…
  9. Fear fire and wildfire smoke-related pollution. All three continental coastal states experience very serious fire seasons, thanks to decades of legalized neglect. We’ve had whole towns more or less wiped out by wildfire. At times the air is awful. There are few if any places in Oregon that are absolutely safe from wildfire and associated smoke. If you’ve got really sensitive lungs, give that some careful thought.
  10. Are or will be underemployed. The cost of living in Oregon is high, in Portland especially. However, the state has a very high minimum wage–not enough to live in Portland, but plenty to live in less expensive towns. The waitstaff won’t thank me for telling you this, but they get the same minimum wage as anyone else making minimum. If you’re a server and can get a job in someplace good in Portland that tips well, you could do fairly well.

So that is pretty much how it breaks down. It’s a more complex place than single-bit binary logic can process without shorting out synapses all over the brain.

And my take? I like a lot about it. Oregon has diverse and stunning scenery with adventure options from fishing to skiing to world-class links golfing–and much more. It offers big-city stuff, tremendous agricultural diversity, a friendly outlook for the most part, a tolerant live-and-let live perspective, at least some ethnic diversity, and a lot of good food. I could wish for better government, better primary and secondary education, more honest/fair policing, less subduction, and better government. But I have also met and worked with some of the best people of my life in Oregon, and it is very hard to beat one hour to fishing, a little longer to the coast, less than an hour to wild mountain country, two hours to the desert or to a volcano.

It is a more complex place than most of the country realizes. One could probably say that about every state, but this is the one I live in, and this is my way of lighting the proverbial candle.

What’s wrong with America’s Book of Secrets

These days the fare on satellite TV is so bad I wonder that Waste Management doesn’t start buying them out. My daily routine is to go through specific areas of the guide and see if there’s anything I want to record. Maybe about 3/4 of the time, that’s a “no” (if I’m being fairly restrained) or a “good lord, look at all these oceans of bullshit” (more frequently). Not feeling it.

I’m sensitive to names. One thing that bothers me more than it does the average person is a deliberately misleading or falsely titillating title. All these ‘wars’: Parking Wars. Donut Wars. Dumpster Wars. Kindergarten Wars. (Okay, I made some of them up, but you know they could happen.)

If the title is also imbecilic by nature, that’s even worse. And here we are with this show, which airs on the Ancient Aliens Channel. Or the Pawnshop Channel. Or the Does Real Evidence Confirm my Religion Channel. That’s what a cesspool History has become, and it somewhat reflects the general trend of national mentality in that it’s gotten a lot dumber.

So when I saw America’s Book of Secrets on the ex-History Channel, I gave it a look in spite of the ridiculous name and premise. I feel for the hosts (especially Lance Reddick, who was one hell of an actor), having to play to that notion and act as if he could possibly believe there were such a thing. No one with an MFA from Yale could possibly be that vacuous. (A Yalie Bachelor’s with a Gentleman’s C is quite a different story, as we rather ruinously learned.)

How do I know that? BECAUSE THE VERY CONCEPT IS ABSOLUTELY IMPOSSIBLE. I don’t raise my voice very often, but that question would merit it.

The idea that there is any sort of literary repository where our overlords have gathered together all the hidden truths and naughty deeds doesn’t even give said overlords credit for basic intellect and common sense. For most of my lifetime, at least, that was unfair to them. They might be greedy, they might be evil, they might be enemies of democratic institutions and traditions, but they were never moronic enough to contemplate this. What if it got out? The best way to assure that it did would be to aggregate it all in one easily copied volume. Even if our leaders would be that stupid, the members of our intelligence community would not be.

The closest that happened was probably when the post-Watergate funk led the then-Director of Central Intelligence to order his agency to ralph up every dirty deed they knew about. This report was called the Family Jewels, and it made a nice post-inauguration present for Gerald Ford. Yeah, that was something like a book of secrets, but it wasn’t all the secrets; it was just the ones that involved activity outside the agency’s charter (pandering to the amusing notion that such a charter is ever allowed to get in the way of whatever it is they were told to do). It was a sheaf of paper of some secrets, which is not rare currency around intelligence agencies.

Big deal–well, at the time it really was. A bunch of people lost their innocence and realized that even republics with rules have intelligence agencies that violate those rules daily. Pearls were clutched with a powerful clutching. Deeper thinkers made mental note of the fact that anything the agency’d do to foreigners, it’d gladly do to Americans.

The show itself is rather good, if you can get past the misleading title and its fundamental insult to the intellect. There’s some conspiracy stuff here and there–some pretty silly, some at least not offensive to the intellect–and the hosts keep on mentioning the show’s title (production must be writing the script so that they keep hammering on this dumbth). They explore some interesting (and often horrifying) outcomes, groups, events. Now and then I actually see something that sounds worth the trouble to verify.

So what’s the big deal about a title? Because this is how short attention spans are manipulated. You’ve seen plenty of online news headlines with titles that had little relation to the articles’ content. Do you think that was an accident? Ha. Was it sinister? Only to the degree that you consider clickbait and deliberate misleading to be sinister.

Often such misleading is euphemistic because the reality or association became unsavory. Take The Hemlock Society, which used to advocate for the right to kill oneself. Now it’s ‘rebranded’ as Compassion & Choices, focused on “legislative change” that’s never going to come on the national level. Over time, a different name reprograms the way people look at a thing. The advertising world knows this and does it better than anyone, which is why I avoid every drop of advertising I can. Those I cannot avoid, I mock.

So yeah, I like the show’s content but resent the title. I resent it because it carries the fundamental implication that I’d be idiot enough to believe there were such a thing as America’s book of secrets.

That would be right alongside its Tooth Fairy.

A reading holder design for readers like me

If you are reading this, you probably read real books. If you are at all like me, you don’t like to break the spines or crease the covers of paperbacks. This is all fine, until you are sitting outside on a beautiful day enjoying a book on revolutionary France that weighs about two kilos (all modern books on France seem to weigh about that much). That’s a lot of book for aging arms to hold up. Some elders might find it uncomfortable even with both hands, and then there’s the tendency to lose one’s grip.

After searching high and low for a designed solution, I solved it with my own homebrew design. This is my gift to you.

Needed:

  • Vendor snack tray made of light wood with adjustable strap. I bought one online that was billed as being for theme parties and showed a woman in ballpark vendor drag with a tray full of popcorn bags. Cost about $30–like what you would spend for one large new book.
  • Velcro patches x 4, typically sold in little packets for ~$5
  • Thumbtacks x 4, cost probably $0
  • Hammer (you surely have one)
  • Tape measure (if you’re as fanatical as me about alignment; you surely have one)
  • Strap pad like the ones for seatbelts (optional, cost roughly $10-15)

Method:

  • Sit down and adjust the strap on your neck so that the tray resides where you would like to have the book rest. For me it was about 12″ from my face, so I could read without reading glasses.
  • Take four of the small rough velcro patches (you won’t need the soft fuzzy sides; do as you like with those). Measure the center of one side and stick the four patches where they will press against your clothing. I spread them over about a 6″ area.
  • Put the tray somewhere that you can pound against, like the overhang of a sturdy counter, with the patches up so that the counter backs up the tray’s rim.
  • Since adhesives never hold reliably, knock a thumbtack into each velcro patch. Obviously, excessive force is neither desirable nor needed. My granny could have done this. You got wood rather than plastic so you could do this.
  • Get a big thick book you like, sit down, put it into the tray, and see how you like the fit and feeling. Some people have neck issues (for example, maybe they had spinal cord surgery between C2-C3 with partial vertebrae loss and still get sore muscles; feel free to ask me how I know this) and a heavy book would be hard to support with a strap roped over the back of your neck unless you had a soft pad for it. If so, get the pad mentioned in the ingredients. The only people who can’t really use this are those whose necks simply cannot support the weight of book + tray.
  • Adjust the fit, alignment, and every other factor in play until it comfortably holds a book so that your hand can hold the pages open without effort.
  • Happy reading.

The end result is you’ve got a wooden tray suspended from your neck, held in balance by common sense and kept from moving about by friction from the velcro. If you avoid putting your page-holding hand on the edge of the tray, it’s lighter. There’s room to lay a bookmark, a pen if you like one, or a little reading light if you find that helpful.

  • Cost: $35-45 plus about five minutes of effort.
  • Payback: immediate and lasting. Experiment as you like, use whatever works best for you, and enjoy your books anywhere you sit.

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