No. Really?
Well done, me!
I’ve just updated (slightly) the Kindle edition and paperback version of a book that I first published in 2017, and I did that without having the original files! I may quickly whip up a hardcover edition of it this evening. (Yes, done.)
The previous two editions were still quite clumsily written here and there and I hope that I didn’t step on too many toes. Partly, they still are an exercise in logical reasoning – doodles – to arrive at various definitions, for example of what “a life not worth living” might be, and to come up with a guideline that I know is never going to be used in practice. That was true of the 2020 version of this edition and is still true of the present version too. Then a Chinese scientist called He Jiankui made the spotlights because he’d broken all the rules by creating real-life CRISPR’d babies. It changed things.
On 11 February 2023, Dr He attended his first public event since his release, namely ”Looking Back into the Future: CRISPR and Social Values” organized by Dr Joy Zhang at the University of Kent. What struck me during that meeting was not so much He’s perceived arrogance or deception, but the attitude of many scientists, particularly those in very early stages of their careers. I later also saw that reflected at two meetings that I attended in the Netherlands. The idea of pondering the potential consequences of their research does not seem to occur to many scientists. In addition, they often see ethics committees as no more than groups of pesky people who want them to tick boxes.
This worries me, but I understand it. I too used to be very enthusiastic about all science, particularly if it concerned my own favorite areas. I am sure that I never paid any thoughts to possible consequences of mining operations when I was much younger, not just in terms of pollution but also with regard to impact on communities and wildlife. This is probably a point at which I should interject that I went to university relatively late; the issue is not age-related but experience-related.
I could have called this book “The honey mustard chicken society” after the title of a video made by a chronically ill woman who is preparing honey mustard chicken. The woman in question is genetically different from mainstream people. The main differences are a gene mutation and a mitochondrial condition. This was diagnosed when she was about 15 years old. It has many practical consequences including the fact she can’t just eat anything she wants. That led to her video about her honey mustard chicken meal.
That title would have captured the duality of the questions surrounding the new eugenics. You could say that the central question in this book is whether non-mainstream people, like the woman in that video, should get to eat their honey mustard chicken or not. Should we weed them out from the human species as unwanted or undesirable or to spare them pain and discomfort? This may sound trivial but it’s not. When Glenn Cohen talks about intentional diminishment with regard to genetically deaf parents who want genetically deaf children, isn’t that ableism? This is the big issue.
Why is it objectionable to create genetically deaf children to allow them to experience the richness of deaf culture and make them feel included in their family and community but should it be okay to do the reverse? There is also the chicken. The chicken has rights too. Shouldn’t the chicken too get to live her life freely? How can a society claim to be advanced if it still depends on the ruthless exploitation of other species for its food supply? Shouldn’t we simply be able to produce clean, tasty, cruelty-free food instead? How can we reconcile some of the conflicting interests that come to the fore in these discussions?
This is why we need to talk about what kind of society we want our grandchildren to live in and we need to do this before we set ourselves on a course that may be hard to change later. Do we want a world that forces people to be a certain way, such as in the film “The Stepford Wives”? Do we want a society that divides people into separate superior and inferior classes such as in the film “Gattaca” and in the novel “The Ultimate Brainchild”? Or do we prefer one that embraces all diversity, in principle, and sees the good in the “bad”.
After He Jiankui was released from prison in China and the first CRISPR treatments such as Casgevy and Lyfgenia started receiving approval in countries like the UK and the US, it was time to tweak the book slightly and weed out any remaining typos. I also needed to define its audience more clearly. This is not quite a book for lay people, but I feel that it is suitable for interested researchers in any field.
That I don’t have a background in CRISPR research will become clear soon enough for anyone who is familiar with it. The purpose of this book wasn’t to start talking about off-target effects or discuss that making someone immune to HIV, the way He Jiankui did with Nana and Lulu and possibly a third baby, may make them vulnerable to other conditions.
Sorry, the t-shirt sold out pretty quickly.
How I depicted my otherization in England (acrylic on paper, on scanner)
If you want to know more about how otherization works, read the last version of “Is cruelty cool”.
You can also see the above images as reflecting on the survival of the human species on the planet, come to think of it.
Continue readingHow my Dutch computer was detected (updated)
Update 12 13 Feb 2024: It was NOT the dongle.
As the details were on its box and I had the impression that the locks to F’s place had gotten picked at least once (VERY easy to do), and T struck me as gullible, too, I knew that using it was risky. Besides, these things are vulnerable. But I had no choice.
There’s a very heavy overhead, locally. Nothing I could do about that either. I spotted him very early on, but probably too late. He did something that also happened often in Portsmouth. It got himself noticed. Also, sometimes, you can sense people’s focus on you when it’s more than about, say, the henna hair. Perhaps when it’s combined with pretending very hard not to be even seeing you. What we call “intuition” is often just observations registered and stored by the brain for future reference.
I have some IT in my background. I started teaching myself Basic a long time ago, considered going into computer science (AI, actually), asked the computer sciences department at VU University Amsterdam for the literature list and purchased one or two books on it, one by Tanenbaum. I then decided that I preferred a more multidisciplinary field.
Continue readingFor everyone who is still a little naive and believes that one phone is more than enough
For all fans of Elon Musk (Neuralink news)
The news is not good. STAT:
He’s not getting his 55 million dollar bonus at Tesla either. One of the shareholders sued and the judge agreed with the shareholder. It wasn’t just about the size of the bonus, also about how exactly it was awarded, namely by pals such as his divorce attorney, a close friend and even a brother.
Kobo publishing account update 2
Kobo has now emailed me that they’ve deleted my books, in the publishing account that they said that I didn’t have and into which I could no longer log in. In spite of having opened it in December and having published three books in it…
(But it’s been REALLY quiet on my equipment since I started asking for other victims to come forward. Make no mistake, however, he’s not gone yet, not client side either. And he’s angry.)
Continue readingUpdate Wikipedia account
Autism in the Dragons’ Den
Update Kobo account
😁 hacking bs continues 🤮
One program keeps spontaneously launching itself on my computer (wanting to change system settings), I’ve been logged out of my Kobo publishing account on it and my password no longer works – this stuff happens all the time; the hacker likes changing my password, contact details etc – and I am not receiving the reset link in my email. I have contacted Kobo. Maybe they got hacked or whatever. Who knows.
(There are also still about ten emails that I have not gotten a response to on that same address. That doesn’t necessarily mean much. My present housing association has previously claimed that they weren’t receiving my emails then I started emailing them, and now also the bailiff, from a different address, but they still don’t seem to be getting any of my emails, along with several other people.)
At another email address, I have been receiving a lot of the hacker’s usual kind of nonsense in the past ten days or so. Suddenly lots of emails from Brian Tracy and a Claire Zammitt, PhD, about female power. (The latter began after I wrote that I had asked Suzanne Hulscher for help.) (Many years ago, I was subscribed to Brian Tracy’s newsletter.) In 2010, he bombarded me with emails about bags and pens. Took me years to figure out what that was about. He’s obsessed with genitals and sex.
Not much else.
Am currently also getting bogus emails from Amazon KDP, with instant responses. Haha. As if.
And he’s stopping me from updating various things. And currently messing with this tablet again. Or this website.
This hacker crrrrraves attention. 👶🍼
A few minutesss laturrrr: he’s messing with another account too… He’s punishing me again for letting people know what he does, I’m sure. He’s always punished me when I didn’t keep quiet. He sometimes refers to that as an “oil spill”.
Dude, acceptance from others starts with you fully accepting and acknowledging who and what you are. Stop your Jekyll and Hyde games.
In Hatesville, I had to be afraid of you but I am no longer in Hatesville and I have literally nothing else left to lose. You’ve destroyed it all.
It’s a damn good thing that the Netherlands’ national science foundation and I didn’t click. (I showed up at the interview utterly gutted and defeated anyway. Btw, it’s been the only job application I’ve been allowed to submit without hacker interference after I left Hatesville.)
Because working for them would have required me to work from home. I’d checked in advance; their in-house IT security is likely up to par now. (Ransomware shut them down a few years ago and they learned from that. I talked with one of their IT guys.) But there’s no way that they could have shielded me from this interference here at my place. No way. And that’s not their fault.
(Of the last grant proposal I was asked to work on, by Suzanne Hulscher, in 2020, the hacker deleted the amended proposal and its backup. I had checked that the backup was on the stick before I shut down the computer, but my hacker’s forte is hardware hacking. It was my birthday. This was my hacker’s birthday present for me. Removing the files. 🤬 Worried that he might do a lot more to the file and screw up the grant application, I contacted Suzanne and let her know that I could not do any work on the proposal after all. Poor, undoubtedly somewhat frustrated Suzanne kindly left me a Skype voicemail; she thought that I was worried that the email with the proposal wasn’t really from her. No, Suzanne, my situation was far crazier than that, with a far more vicious and cunning character at work and lots of lock-picking going on and a lot more really vile stuff. I was later pleased to see that you guys got the grant anyway.)
(25 January 2024: Oh! That was another stupid word game. I turned 60. So no more proposals for me. Yes, the guy is a lunatic.)
You know what my tormentor wanted, Suzanne? That I let you pay for that flight which you did and which I got onto with only hand luggage and that I then not head to the meetings but disappear, leaving you stranded. Disappear, however, that would have been homelessness without access to any income. I had no money. I fell ill shortly after, btw, otherwise I would have used your project payment to disappear and build a new life, but I often wasn’t strong enough to even lift a suitcase.
This was the big problem for me in Hatesville. I could really only do manual work and stuff of which it didn’t matter too much whether the hacker messed with it. I left CVs in many small supermarkets and elsewhere, but usually I also had to tell them that they couldn’t text, call or email me. 🤢🤮 After all, he even messed with my Freecycle interactions all the time. I walked to an equestrian centre and left my details there. I even asked – in this case “begged” would be the appropriate word – a certain solicitor in Southsea for work, thinking that my tormentor would never expect that and she too would have had reason to keep such a cooperation quiet, both of us benefiting tremendously. I combined my walk over to her office with something else so that it would go unnoticed. My legal skills far outranked hers, as she’s well aware. I could have worked at the back of her office on weekends, out of sight, not even my vile sadistic stalker(s) knowing about it.
(I had earlier gotten a few shifts at a takeaway. It enabled me to buy food. I also had been to Hale Court, spoke with management and did what they told me to do but all that resulted in was one somewhat strange call.)
Anything that I did within view of my hacker almost always got turned into an opportunity to sabotage me or to ridicule me.
When people at a job interview for a project, without obvious cause, think that you don’t know how to tell time on a clock, watch or phone and don’t know what a calendar is, you know that someone has been feeding them bullshit about you. If half the town of Hatesville subsequently starts singing “got nothing in the brain, that’s what people say-ay-ay” when you walk past people in Hatesville…
In 2016, Suzanne, over drinks, you asked me about this project. Remember? And I also told you that I was being pursued by some psycho hacker(s). That conference wasn’t a good occasion to go into details about the bizarre shit in my life.
I was gutted when the abuse really geared up again in June after I had left Hatesville. So gutted that I felt like killing myself. I won’t give him the satisfaction, though. That stupid extremely shallow sadist. (I know he can’t help it, but…)
My sacrifice was for nothing. Now I’ll have to make it count.
Oh, and screw you, Robert Gerald Van Cortlandt Vernon-Jackson and your horrible bigotry. (Sorry, folks but that needed to be said. Long overdue.) (Hacker interfered again when I was typing this. Has been interfering with something else too; I just contacted the company in question and told them that they are much too easy to hack into. I’d gotten tired of that, so I decided to shut down my activities there, but the hacker interfered.)
I didn’t need your goddamn housing benefits for you to cancel again any time you felt like it, Mr Robert Gerald Van Cortlandt Vernon-Jackson, such as at the start of the first COVID lockdown when all the offices were closed and I couldn’t even stop by to enquire. “Circumstances have changed, benefits suspended.” Fuck you. That’s just plain nasty anyway.
Your misogyny and xenophobia completely blinded you.
What I needed was to be allowed to live my life like I had been ANYWHERE ELSE but Portsmouth. What I needed was for the goddamn lock-picking and vandalism and animal cruelty and all the other nasty bullshit to stop. What I also needed was to be allowed to communicate with other people, like normally.
I didn’t need your lesson in cruelty and bigotry. Or maybe I did. Maybe everyone in England is rotten to the core, with not a shred of decency left.
For people who don’t know that: these housing benefits went straight into the pockets of his pal. They weren’t benefiting me. I wasn’t asking for stupid housing benefits. I was asking for help with my bizarre situation. I wanted my life back.
You were living your life in freedom. But I was supposed to continue to watch YouTube videos, read library books and sleep a lot to fill my days. Fuck you.
So now that I am out of Hatesville, I can no longer read library books but little else has changed in terms of what I can do. Just like in Hatesville aka Portsmouth, I often walk back and forth in my flat to have something to do.
Because that goddamn hacking nightmare followed me. Because he followed me a few times. He was in the Netherlands on 16 May (Osdorpplein area), June (Amstelveen area), possibly July (but the interference with that piece of postal mail could have been done fully remotely) and then again on 25 September as well as a few weeks ago.
He tried to get me under his financial coercive control again, too. I refused. I’ve been doing what I can to get that vicious monster off my back. I want my life back!
Fuck you.
For obvious reasons, I stay away from the people around me here so that they won’t get affected by the nasty sadistic bullshit in my life that began on 9 June 2008, goddammit.
Did you know that he has a tendency to try to hack into everyone I interact with? Preferably people who don’t have a lot of IT knowledge so that he can really mess with them, preferably in a way that I recognize (to make me feel powerless).
Ik kan dit niet alleen oplossen maar de bakker op de hoek kan me hier niet bij helpen. In het verleden heb ik wel eens geprobeerd Roel Verseveldt te bereiken, vanaf een naar de kloten gehackte mobiel. (We’ve met so I had his contact details.) Heeft een personal security achtergrond (zangers als Stevie Wonder, denk ik, in view of who his wife is) en zat daarvoor bij de Nederlandse politie (of recherche). Misschien weet hij hoe je zoiets aanpakt.
Ik wil van deze halvegare gestoorde sadistische eikel(s) af en dat gaat met met de help van de bakker of groenteman echt NIET lukken.
De jongere dochters van melkboer Souren, ach, die willen nog steeds alleen maar weten hoe rijk mijn echtgenoot is, groot zijn jacht is en wanneer ik hen daarop uitnodig (en anders of ik nog steeds hun bedden wil opmaken). (Zodra bij pa het geld op was en hij niet meer op etentjes trakteerde, taaiden ze af, voor zover ik heb begrepen.)
Ik word al jaren volkomen naar de sloten gesaboteerd en geterroriseerd en de Engelse standaardrespons van de Lib Dems en entourage in Hatesville (die neerkwam op “bek houden, jij lelijke domme oude koe, anders pakken we je”) kwam me vierkant mijn strot uit. 🤮 Die pik ik in Nederland echt niet. In Hatesville moest ik wel.
Who did I ask for help in Hatesville?
The police, for starters. A million times. That only made things worse. It led to retaliation (except the first time I filed a report about this bullshit when I hadn’t moved to Hatesville yet but was still in Southampton). I completed an S-DASH risk analysis and gave that to the police too; my risk was high but the police ignored it. The Lib Dems (because I voted for them and had been interacting with the low level ones in various environments), Age UK, MP Stephen Morgan who emailed me a lot but never offered any concrete help, the local labour councillor who I had been referred to but who completely ignored me, the Red Cross, a women’s housing association, my landlord, neighbors who turned out to be extremely nasty themselves, Advice Portsmouth (YOU trust), Green Party members, random local people in shops etc who I asked whether they knew someone who was very good with Linux, and so on and so forth. Many newspapers. Medical professionals and the vulnerable adults department at the city council because they might be able to help identify who was so obsessed with me and what was ailing him and get the poor sod the support he needed.
My embassy (not from my home or from the library of course) and my consulate. (All they can do is possibly visit you in prison if you end up in prison; they don’t offer much support to residents. It’s different if you are a tourist.) I even contacted the United Nations and other organizations to see if I could get refugee status.
The only ones who I didn’t ask for help were the Conservatives but I did write to Dominic Cummings when he was looking for staff because I had been climbing the walls with boredom for so so long and was desperate for something to do.
There were many days on which I just slept a lot because I had nothing to do and if I fell asleep, that was less frustrating.
For about fifteen years, I was trapped in a horrible coercive control prison – I called it sadistic slavery – and all the locals did was mock me and abuse me and spread very nasty lies about me.
One of the things that recently happened was that I had said that I would make a certain payment on the 1st, scheduled it for the 29th, then one day logged into my bank and noticed that it had been moved a few days into the future. (Scared the shit out of me.)
That’s how people start perceiving you as unreliable. When you say that you will do things and then don’t.
My 4 November eye exam results took nearly two months because the internal automated forwarding process had failed.
My computer had an update that kicked one of my two screens into super magnification, in between. On 19 December. (I undid the update.)
(One of my eyes may need further examination, I was told later, but without any numbers.)
Funny? No. VILE SABOTAGE OF MY LIFE.
There’s been other shit, too.
Continue readingYikes
Nobody says it’s always easy but then again, it really is – or is it?
No, I am not going to let a sad and twisted sadistic and manipulative character out there who began targeting me on 9 June 2008 – and who, unbelievably, still hasn’t let go – destroy my soul.
Telling such people what’s in spite of all that is beautiful about them can have devastating consequences.
It’s an impossible balancing act.
Even telling him that I will eviscerate him if I ever see him again hasn’t scared him off. How many more horrible things do I need to say before I can convince him to let me break out of his lockjaw grip?
I’d noticed that every time I have a phone appointment, my phone and tablet would go warm in advance of that phone call. So before my next appointment, I took my SIM card and put it into a non-Android phone. We got disconnected, a few seconds into that call.
I haven’t been able to replace my phones yet, since I left Hatesville, but it probably would not have made much of a difference, if I had.
“She’s a friend of mine, I’m playing a little joke on her.” “She’s a friend of mine, she’s been in a bad car accident, I’m worried about her. ” “She’s a friend of mine, she’s severely autistic, I’m worried about her.” “She’s a friend of mine, she was sexually abused as a child, I’m worried about her.” “She’s a friend of mine, she has a learning disability, I’m worried about her.” “She’s no friend of mine, she’s been saying weird things about me for a long time, she’s crazy.” “She’s been posting things on Twitter using this program which I can see she is using but you can’t because I have hacked into her computers and you haven’t and I don’t like what she’s posting so let’s call the police and tell them to tell her to stop posting anything not “on Twitter” but in that program and thus have a little fun with them too because they surely won’t catch on.” ”She’s been posting things on her private Facebook page which I can see and her friends can but you can’t because I have hacked into her computers and you haven’t and I am worried that she’s going to name me so let’s call someone else and tell them that I’m the police and tell them to tell her to stop posting anything on Facebook.”
People really fall for all of that. There’s no point in pointing it out. The ones who think that they are involved in an innocent joke don’t realize that maybe nine others have been asked to do similar things at the same time and that this stuff goes on all the time.
To me, it’s been stuff like this: “You avoid wheat and sugar and you’re a vegetarian and you express sympathy for CSA victims so you were sexually abused as a child and you have multiple personalities which is why you don’t remember.” “You’re not a scientist, you just decided that you were going to save the world when you were a little girl.” (“Sure, whatever you say.”) And so on and so forth. Lately, apparently he’s been mistaking my fear and despair, powerlessness, anger and frustration for indications that I am autistic… (He also tried to convince my brain of my multiple personalities for a long time, nearly driving me around the bend.) He’s also suggested that I am narcissistic and have ADHD. (Sure, whatever.) He’s also always suggested that just about everyone I used to know has it in for me and that nobody likes me and what not. It goes on and on and on.
Years ago, I got “You’re actually a really nice woman.” I thought “No shit, Sherlock.” (But the abuse continued.)
He’s also pretty clueless with regard to how some things work in society.
(When I wrote “clueless”, he appeared to interfere, grab the controls and select “whatever”.)
(For example that for higher-level jobs and also many projects, there’s usually a lengthy selection process. In his mind, you always get hired in one day. Neither does he realize that most scientific knowledge is obsolete after five years. That was already the case in the 1980s; it may be even less now.) (He recently seems to have gotten it into his head that I must pretend to be and do and want who I was and what I was doing and wanted thirty years ago.)
He, they, whatever. In the digital realm, anyone can pretend to be anyone.
This stupid bullshit began on 9 June 2008… He’s so immensely cunning, so manipulative. Quite genius, really. Leaving people like me totally trapped inside his bullshit. You can’t talk about what is going on without sounding deranged. So you stop talking. But you also decide that you refuse to let him push or manipulate you into suicide. (He’s tried the latter before. Just for fun.)
I know he can’t help it. I know.
Coercive control
Accessibility of trains #inclusivity
I’ll be dammed. Some years ago (Feb 2018), I was pondering the accessibility of trains for people with wheelchairs, buggies (prams, pushchairs) or mobility scooters…
I contacted a train manufacturer that had just gotten a large UK order and asked them how they were addressing this. They never got back to me.
I thought that a ramp that automatically slides out and retracts should be possible.
A stranger in the Netherlands who spotted my post then helpfully e-mailed me this drawing:
I just took a trip with a Dutch Sprinter train… And what did I see? A ramp that slides out and retracts.
This idea has actually been implemented and has been on these trains since 2021: https://www.bnnvara.nl/kassa/artikelen/alle-sprinters-ns-toegankelijker-voor-rolstoel
It may depend on the station how well it works. Newer stations have higher platforms; the slide-out ramp is flush with it.
Empirical: An ambiguous state of mind
I’ve attended one of their gigs at the Southbank. This was one of the works they played.
My dream job
What’s your dream job?
Helping as many women as possible escape from sadistic stalking thus helping them get their lives back, at least to some degree.
So that they can breathe again.
There. 😊 Happy now?
Continue readingMünchhausen by proxy
Is sadistic stalking (sometimes) a form of Münchhausen by proxy?
Jetlagged neighbors
Someone has been HAMMERING since 5-5:30am. Hilarious.
Clearly, someone’s internal clock is off.
(6:24: it’s stopped)
Yesterday morning there was drilling and hammering at 7:45 am. It lasted for about 15 minutes. Not the first time that happened. Doesn’t bother me, but strikes me as a little weird. (There is possibly some kind of workshop just above me.)
A kind of quiet and peace has come over me since yesterday afternoon. A heavy weight has started to fall off me. I have a feeling that someone somewhere is finally starting to see the light. I hope I am not wrong about this.
The nightmare isn’t over yet. That I can see. But the situation seems to be easing, somehow.
It’s been so massive, it’s going to take time to identify all the cogs and take them out of action. (Some of the bullshit’s probably been automated, too. If so, those scripts and algorithms would keep running on their own.)
God, I hope I am not wrong about this. I want this horrible nightmare to be over.
Here’s another nightmare that isn’t over yet:
It’s unbelievable that most of England votes for these destructive nutcases, isn’t it… Imagine how desperate and disappointed you must be to want to vote for these ogres.
Continue readingInteresting application of AI (batteries)
This reminds me of using gaming to find solutions in science at a much greater speed than usual.
However, the biggest problem with batteries is recyclability and the cost of recycling.
Also, while yttrium is not a proper rare earth, where the yttrium comes from also has to be considered. China, mostly.
So while this uses 70% less lithium, and the needed sodium and chlorine are ubiquitous, it also requires yttrium.
We’re talking NaxLi3−xYCl6(0<x<3) series here, so it requires up to 3 times more lithium than yttrium and far more chlorine. So that’s okay.
Interesting development. Recyclability isn’t mentioned. Too early for that.
Reblogged, ’cause I like
Not going around deliberately hurting people is a good start (I’m in an Anastacia-kinda mood)
What makes a good leader?
Avoid making people around you sick and tired of feeling sick and tired
“Yo flippin’. There’s nothing wrong with the way I sing my song.” Make sure that you never force anyone to shout that at you.
For the record
There is likely someone out there who has a valid-looking copy of my English driving licence. The issue number is not printed on the licence, unfortunately.
There’s someone in Portsmouth who looks like me. I stopped by at Portsmouth police one day (shortly after the Utrecht attack) and was told that I had already reported the matter and that police had even stopped by at my home. The counter officer stepped to one of the desks and I could hear them ask “Is it the same woman?”. They don’t check 🆔. Maybe nowadays they do. They refused to tell me anything as to who the other person had been.
Blast from the past
While looking for a code for a software program, I just stumbled upon an old print in relation to a symposium I co-organized for women in science and technology in the Netherlands, with contact data etc for speakers, workshop leaders and panel members.
‘Op naar de top’
Symposium date?
17 November 1990… 😊
… when my printer paper was still tear-off. Dot matrix printers they were called, I think.
Protecting Britain’s borders
Pondering inventions (reblogged)
Reblogged: the vegetable spiralizer
What I would un-invent if I could?
Herbicides, insecticides, and air-conditioning.
If you could un-invent something, what would it be?
“Is cruelty cool?”: Absolutely heartbreaking and gripping
Introducing my youngest… 😁 https://www.amazon.com/gp/aw/d/B0CQSR6XNT/
I am very pleasantly surprised with the quality of Amazon’s hardcovers. 👍 I am not having this book printed on premium white paper (and it’s in black and white only). No need for premium white paper for this book. My flash fiction, that is printed on premium white, of course.
PDF available from my website: https://angelinasouren.com/wp-content/uploads/2024/01/souren_is_cruelty_cool_2jan2024_hardcover-proof.pdf
IS CRUELTY COOL? This is the third edition.
References to second edition (no longer available): https://angelinasouren.com/wp-content/uploads/2023/12/souren_references_second_edition_is_cruelty_cool.pdf
If I’m not mistaken, I sent Hampshire Police a PDF of that particular edition. I also talked about extremism in that version.
From “There aren’t any” to “large numbers”
Once upon a time, the oceans were believed to be devoid of fungi. Only a handful of people, such as the Kohlmeyers in the US and a few researchers at what was then probably still called Portsmouth Polytechnic in England, new better.
“That just breaks your heart” wrote one of the latter, emailing with me, about this persistent myth.
In 1998, I organized a conference session on the topic. In Boston.
The times, they are a-changing.
