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J. K. Jemisin: The evaluators: To trade with aliens, you must adapt

h/t Andrejovi:

What Does It Mean to ‘Speak as a Woman’?

He probably wouldn’t react in the same way if he were discussing a topic that touched on physics, and his interlocutor said, “As a physicist …” In that case, she has expertise that he is likely to recognize as conversationally relevant. Even if he knew she was a physicist before the conversation began, he might find it reasonable for her to preface some of her assertions with a reminder that she is speaking from a position of special knowledge.

Being a physicist gives a person a certain standing in conversations that have something to do with physics. So why shouldn’t being a woman give me a certain standing in conversations that have something to do with gender?

Dress for respect (Brazília)

Jemisin: Obelisk Gate a The Stone Sky

Sú to druhá a tretia kniha z trilógie The Broken Earth (prvá bola The Fifth Season). A sú parádne. Druhá je trochu slabšia, klasický osud druhorodených kníh, ale v tretej sa to výborné rozprávanie z prvej knihy vracia s ešte väčšou silou. Konvergujú v nej dávna minulosť a osud matky a dcéry.
 
Fantasy knihy presne ako majú vyzerať. Komplexný svet so zvláštnou mágiou a narážkami na ten náš, plastické postavy, ktoré sa menia počas príbehu, v ktorom nič nie je čierno-biele, netradičné metafory a krásne písanie.  The Hugo ceny boli zaslúžené.
 
A dúfam, že autorka už má rozpracované niečo ďalšie.
 
Obelisk Gate:
They ask to touch her hair and she asks to touch theirs back. This makes them all realize how strange and silly a request that is, and they giggle and become instant friends without a head petted between them.
 
… speaking as if it, the planet, is real. Alive, I mean. Aware. All that stuff about Father Earth, it’s just stories to explain what’s wrong with the world. Like those weird cults that crop up from time to time. I heard of one that asks an old man in the sky to keep them alive every time they go to sleep. People need to believe there’s more to the world than there is.
 
And the world is just shit. You understand this now, after two dead children and the repeated destruction of your life. There’s no need to imagine the planet as some malevolent force seeking vengeance. It’s a rock. This is just how life is supposed to be: terrible and brief and ending in—if you’re lucky—oblivion
The Stone sky:
They’re afraid because we exist, she says. There’s nothing we did to provoke their fear, other than exist. There’s nothing we can do to earn their approval, except stop existing – so we can either die like they want, or laugh at their cowardice and go on with our lives.
 
Would’ve been nice if we could’ve all had normal, of course, but not enough people wanted to share. So now we all burn.
 
Not so very different, really, from the people who run the Fulcrums, or raiders, or her father. So where they should have seen a living being, they saw only another thing to exploit. Where they should have asked, or left alone, they raped. For some crimes, there is no fitting justice – only reparation
 
She wants to be a person.
She wants the impossible, Dushwha will say. Gallat thinks it better to own her himself, rather than allow Syl Anagist to do the same. But for her to be a person, she must stop being… ownable. By anyone.
 
Hoa just looks at you. How the rust does he manage to convey such emotion with a stone face? Even if that emotion is dry skepticism of your self-abnegating bullshit. You laugh – once, and it’s rusty. Been a while.
“I think,” Hoa says slowly, “that if you love someone, you don’t get to choose how they love you back.”
So many layers in the strata of that statement.
 
He watches as you stand and stretch, and it’s a thing you’ll never fully understand or be comfortable with – the admiration in his gaze. He makes you feel like a better person than you are. And this is what makes you regret, again, endlessly, that you cannot stay to see his child born.

Surfovanie

prisnilo sa mi – mne sa dnes prisnilo, že sme stratili Kuba v nejakom americkom zábavnom parku kríženom s AMNH plnom ľudí. Hľadali sme ho pol dňa, kým sme sa dostali k pultíku s lístkami, kde som ukecávala pani, aby mi dovolila po slovensky vyhlásiť do rozhlasu, čo má Kubko Jančiga spraviť. Nočná mora. Kubo pri raňajkách povedal, že by situáciu zvládol… ale od tejto spisovateľky musím zohnať nejakú knihu.

Porušili ste všetky moje práva, píše režisérka filmu o pôrodoch riaditeľovi nemocnice

Nespravodlivé je to, že Vaši zamestnanci a zamestnankyne porušili všetky moje práva, ako rodiacej ženy aj ako filmárky. Nebudem analyzovať, akým spôsobom sa v jednej z Vašich pôrodníc narodila naša dcéra. S následkami neprofesionality zdravotníckeho personálu sa vyrovnávame dodnes, rovnako ako tisíce ďalších rodín.

Nefér je tiež to, ako ma Vaši zamestnanci verejne osočovali, ako o mne klamali (prof. Borovský, Antolská), ako mi prehľadávali facebookový profil a vysmievali sa našim protagonistkám (doc. Záhumenský, Ružinov) alebo ako na tlačovej konferencii zneužili moju zdravotnú dokumentáciu (doc. Rusňák, Kramáre). Nezaslúžila som si ani vyhrážky konkrétnych pôrodníkov, ktoré sa ani neobťažovali posielať anonymne. Film síce vznikol za bývalého riaditeľa, ale toto všetko sa udialo pod Vaším vedením.

How to Pick a Career (That Actually Fits You)

For most of us, a career (including ancillary career time, like time spent commuting and thinking about your work) will eat up somewhere between 50,000 and 150,000 hours. At the moment, a long human life runs at about 750,000 hours. When you subtract childhood (~175,000 hours) and the portion of your adult life you’ll spend sleeping, eating, exercising, and otherwise taking care of the human pet you live in, along with errands and general life upkeep (~325,000 hours), you’re left with 250,000 “meaningful adult hours”. So a typical career will take up somewhere between 20% and 60% of your meaningful adult time.

starší rozhovor s N. K. Jemisin, od ktorej teraz čítam druhú knihu (prvá bola táto)

“As a black woman,” Jemisin tells me, “I have no particular interest in maintaining the status quo. Why would I? The status quo is harmful, the status quo is significantly racist and sexist and a whole bunch of other things that I think need to change.”

o meteorite, ktorý vyhubil dinosaury (z tejto knihy):

“The meteorite itself was so massive that it didn’t notice any atmosphere whatsoever,” said Rebolledo. “It was traveling 20 to 40 kilometers per second, 10 kilometers — probably 14 kilometers — wide, pushing the atmosphere and building such incredible pressure that the ocean in front of it just went away.”

These numbers are precise without usefully conveying the scale of the calamity. What they mean is that a rock larger than Mount Everest hit planet Earth traveling twenty times faster than a bullet. This is so fast that it would have traversed the distance from the cruising altitude of a 747 to the ground in 0.3 seconds. The asteroid itself was so large that, even at the moment of impact, the top of it might have still towered more than a mile above the cruising altitude of a 747. In its nearly instantaneous descent, it compressed the air below it so violently that it briefly became several times hotter than the surface of the sun.

“The pressure of the atmosphere in front of the asteroid started excavating the crater before it even got there,” Rebolledo said. “Then when the meteorite touched ground zero, it was totally intact. It was so massive that the atmosphere didn’t even make a scratch on it.”

Unlike the typical Hollywood CGI depictions of asteroid impacts, where an extraterrestrial charcoal briquette gently smolders across the sky, in the Yucatan it would have been a pleasant day one second and the world was already over by the next. As the asteroid collided with the earth, in the sky above it where there should have been air, the rock had punched a hole of outer space vacuum in the atmosphere. As the heavens rushed in to close this hole, enormous volumes of earth were expelled into orbit and beyond — all within a second or two of impact.

Winners of the 2018 National Geographic Travel Photographer of the Year Contest

o trinástich v zatopenej jaskyni vedel celý svet (a je paráda, že sa im podarilo dostať von), ale čo tí, čo vo vode v tom istom čase umierali v Japonsku a iní?

a hack to catch typos (a funguje mi to aj v safari, nielen v chrome)

Keď sú problémy s Mesiacom… (prázdninové čítanie)

Neal Stephenson: Seveneves – Hneď na začiatku niečo rozbije Mesiac. A zistí sa, že úlomky začnú pomaly padať na Zem, pričom za dva roky ju urobia úplne neobývateľnou na niekoľko tisíc rokov. Ľudstvo má teda pomerne presne ohraničený čas na prípravu, a tá nejde ani zďaleka podľa plánov. Ako názov napovedá, Ev, ktoré prežijú, nebude veľa. Kopu zaujímavých podnetov na rozmýšľanie, ale kniha sama o sebe je taká nerovnomerná.  Miestami výborná, miestami otrasná a pôsobí trochu pozliepane. Tri hviezdičky z piatich. 

Doob, who had raised three children to adulthood, had figured out a long time ago that any event largely organized by elementary school teachers was likely to come off extremely well from a logistical and crowd-control standpoint.
[explains] why so many top athletes were African. It wasn’t because they were naturally better athletes but because the bell-shaped curve of random genetic variation was wider. For every African who was a great athlete there was presumably another who was miserably uncoordinated, but no one paid any notice to the latter.
Actions taken here today will cast long shadows into the future.

N. K. Jemisin: The Fifth Season – Pri tejto Zemi Mesiac nie je. A je to trochu problém. Táto kniha je výborná celá, krásne napísaná, chytľavo vybudovaný svet so zvláštnou mágiou, plastické postavy. Autorka je tmavej pleti a keď hovorí o predsudkoch, tak príslušné kúsky by sa dali vystrihnúť a bez akéhokoľvek editovania použiť aj v našom skutočnom svete. A donúti čitateľa uvedomiť si, ako sme prepletení s ostatnými ľuďmi, ako veľmi je to, kto sme, ovplyvnené vzťahmi, blízkymi aj ďalekými. Hviezdičiek? Päť a dobrá správa je, že toto je prvý diel trilógie.  

When we say “the world has ended,” it’s usually a lie, because the planet is just fine. But this is the way the world ends. This is the way the world ends. This is the way the world ends. For the last time.

You will have to make do with the broken bits of herself that Jija has left behind. You’ll jigsaw them together however you can, caulk in the odd bits with willpower wherever they don’t quite fit, ignore the occasional sounds of grinding and cracking. As long as nothing important breaks, right? You’ll get by. You have no choice. Not as long as one of your children could be alive.

For all those that have to fight for the respect that everyone else is given without question.

“We aren’t human.”
“Yes. We. Are.” His voice turns fierce. “I don’t give a shit what the something-somethingth council of big important farts decreed, or how the geomests classify things, or any of that. That we’re not human is just the lie they tell themselves so they don’t have to feel bad about how they treat us.”

There passes a time of happiness in your life, which I will not describe to you. It is unimportant. Perhaps you think it wrong that I dwell so much on the horrors, the pain, but pain is what shapes us, after all. We are creatures born of heat and pressure and grinding, ceaseless movement. To be still is to be… not alive. But what is important is that you know it was not all terrible. There was peace in long stretches, between each crisis. A chance to cool and solidify before the grind resumed.

You’ve read accounts of attempts by the Sixth University at Arcara to capture a stone eater for study, two Seasons back. The result was the Seventh University at Dibars, which got built only after they dug enough books out of the rubble of Sixth.

Who’s she kidding? It’s love. She loves her son. But that doesn’t mean she wants to spend every hour of every rusting day in his presence.

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