📚 thirty of 2020: Die Standing by John Jackson Miller ⭐️⭐️⭐️ #startrek #dis

A thoroughly entertaining romp with Emperor Georgiou between seasons one and two of DIS, as she adjusts to her new universe and gets recruited by Section 31. Plus ties to TOS and DS9. Fun! 🖖

📚 twenty-nine of 2020: The Peacekeepers, by Gene DeWeese ⭐️⭐️⭐️ #startrek 🖖

A bit of early TNG taking on the Prime Directive. A marked improvement from the last (first) novel, but still obviously at a point where the characters were still being developed.

This is the fourth time I’ve taken this test, though it’s been a few years — the first time was in 2002, the second in 2003, the third time was in 2012, and now, exactly eight years later, comes the fourth time. I continue to move ever further towards that bottom left corner…

2002 (age 29): -6.12/-5.90
2003 (age 30): -6.62/-6.41
2012 (age 39): -7.12/-7.33
2020 (age 47): -8.00/-8.26

Political Compass chart

Book twenty-eight of 2020: Ghost Ship by Diane Carey ⭐️⭐️ #startrek #tng 🖖

Painfully obviously early in the TNG novels (it is the first not adapted from an episode). Characterizations are wildly off base (Riker’s distrust of Data is basically overt racism). Just…oof.

From my friend Liz on Facebook (permission was granted to copy and paste, but the original post is friends-locked and not linkable):

To the people who ask why do we want to hate cops: WE DON’T.

I grew up on Mister Rogers. I grew up white and middle class. I grew up being taught that the police were the people in my neighborhood. That they were there to protect me. That if I was ever in trouble, find a police officer. Learning that they had become the villains was devastating. I resisted hard at first, but the evidence became overwhelming. It’s like Steve Rogers being revealed as Hydra, but in real life. Even more devastating was when I discovered that black people had known all along. When I learned the horrific conversations that all black people have to have with thier children. It broke my heart, and I can’t even imagine what it’s like for them. We don’t want to hate them, all we want is for them to stop being villains, we want them to become the heroes they were supposed to be, that white people are taught they are. But when we ask them to, they beat us and gas us and mace us, and tell everyone we started it. It’s like some heavy handed dystopian sci-fi story, except it’s REAL and we’re LIVING IN IT. I am constantly fighting back the tears while people ask why we are so full of hate. We are not. We are sad, and tired, and angry, and hurt.

Further thoughts from me:

I’m not an ACAB hardliner, but saying “not all cops are bad” is like any other “not all [group]!” response: Saying that does nothing but ignore the issue at hand.

I’m perfectly aware that there are “good cops” out there. But I’m also aware that our policing structure and culture, both nationwide and in local jurisdictions, is set up to the disadvantage of the public, especially any sort of minority or disadvantaged group. That even if the “good cops” outnumber the “bad cops”, too many of them either do not or cannot reign in the influence of the “bad cops”, and there are any number of reasons why that might be the case.

And so we are where we are now. Where the police are supposed to protect us, but we view them with distrust and suspicion, because we never know when we’ll suddenly be a target to be taken down instead of a citizen to be protected, or when they’ll stand up after taking a knee in performative solidarity just to deploy batons, flash bangs, and tear gas — and that’s me speaking as a middle-class white male, who can only imagine what it must like to grow up as a POC, knowing that you’re seen as a threat first and foremost.

Police can be better than they are — but it’s not going to be easy, and it’s not going to happen overnight, and it’s certainly not going to happen without a fair mount of upheaval in the process.

All the progress that has been made has happened not in spite of the protests, but because of the protests. And for that very reason, the protests will continue as long as the police as a whole act the way they do.

I have privilege as a White person because I can do all of these things without thinking twice about it…

  • I can go jogging (#AmaudArbery).
  • I can relax in the comfort of my own home (#BothemJean and #AtatianaJefferson).
  • I can ask for help after being in a car crash (#JonathanFerrell and #RenishaMcBride).
  • I can have a cellphone (#StephonClark).
  • I can leave a party to get to safety (#JordanEdwards).
  • I can play loud music (#JordanDavis).
  • I can sell CD’s (#AltonSterling).
  • I can sleep (#AiyanaJones).
  • I can walk from the corner store (#MikeBrown).
  • I can play cops and robbers (#TamirRice).
  • I can go to church (#Charleston9).
  • I can walk home with Skittles (#TrayvonMartin).
  • I can hold a hair brush while leaving my own bachelor party (#SeanBell).
  • I can party on New Years (#OscarGrant).
  • I can get a traffic ticket (#SandraBland).
  • I can lawfully carry a weapon (#PhilandoCastile).
  • I can break down on a public road with car problems (#CoreyJones).
  • I can shop at Walmart (#JohnCrawford).
  • I can have a disabled vehicle (#TerrenceCrutcher).
  • I can read a book in my own car (#KeithScott).
  • I can be a 10yr old walking with our grandfather (#CliffordGlover).
  • I can decorate for a party (#ClaudeReese).
  • I can ask a cop a question (#RandyEvans).
  • I can cash a check in peace (#YvonneSmallwood).
  • I can take out my wallet (#AmadouDiallo).
  • I can run (#WalterScott).
  • I can breathe (#EricGarner).
  • I can live (#FreddieGray).
  • I can ask someone to put a leash on their dog when it is required in the public park we are in (#ChristianCooper).

White privilege is real. Recognize yours. Take time to consider a Black person’s experience today and every day. Find out what you can do to help. This is a start.


Copied from a Facebook post making the rounds.

📚 twenty-six of 2020: Practical Demonkeeping by Christopher Moore ⭐️⭐️⭐️

A smart aleck demon and its long-suffering keeper, quirky locals in a tourist town, and a touch of Lovecraft on the California coast. Entertaining and amusing, if not “laugh out loud” funny.