I for one hope we don’t rid ourselves of dystopian novels, because a) I enjoy them and b) they do a little of what it is you seek, by throwing light on the possible shade we are hurling ourselves towards and reminding us how much worse it could be.
However, if you want to read fiction where the future is full of positive possibilities, can I steer you in the direction of works by Becky Chambers? Her Wayfarer, and Monk and Robot (come on, how can that not be good; a monk and a robot?!) series are little gems of literary excellence in a sea of pandemic-related and alien destruction fear.
I think the last time we wrote was in around 2004! Loving your musings. I have always been pretty strict with my manners, maybe subconsciously, and, although I've always known how to pronounce scone, I only had my first ever one last month! I'm a bit addicted now.
As far as Dennis Potter and the present tense is concerned, I frequently remember that cringeworthy moment at an awards ceremony (I think it was the BAFTAs), when Theresa Russell was handing out an award, the winner was announced as Dennis Potter, and she yelled "come and get it, Dennis!" unaware that he had passed away.
Oh, and I don't make a habit of this, but I once threw peanuts at Michael McIntyre. I got a huge round of applause for doing so. And, through a misunderstanding, I once threw a sandwich at James Corden. Don't ye fret, though. I seen you live four times (we met briefly when you performed on TV show The Beat Room in Glasgow), and I've never had even the teensiest urge to throw any food at you.
Looking forward, as always, to hearing further thoughts,
Toni there a quite a few people who would like to shake your hand for the James Corden sandwich though😂 If you did change your mind about throwing things at me, mini eggs or Kit Kats are fine.
Like I said, it was a misunderstanding. I didn't lose any sleep over it, though. And I'll bear your culinary requests in mind if our paths ever cross again!
Brilliantly thought-provoking newsletter, although it does sometimes occur to me that too much consideration of the future should carry a health warning. As far as we individuals are concerned I believe that all we can really do is be the best versions of ourselves and try to do some good, in whatever form, along the way. I agree that there is no harm in being courteous to our AI helpers, particularly if you subscribe to the Roko's Basilisk thought experiment.
How funny - I actually wrote a few lines about Roko’s Basilisk - except I didn’t actually name it, just referred to it as the Voldemort of the AI Reddit World - but wasn’t sure if anyone would know what I was rambling on about. I think I genuinely have it in the back of my mind when using ChatGPT though😂😂
I feel wistful about it all Frank. I remember the beginning of the modern web; the early blogosphere; AOL (!!!), the excitement and relative innocence of it all. Now I just don’t know what we’ve done with this incredible thing that we fear it so much. Isn’t that sad? I worry also that that fear might become a self fulfilling prophecy when the potential for good is just as possible. I really hope we can get this right.
I once went to a tea room in Suffolk and asked for a scone with my (the correct) way of saying it. And the lady serving made a point of handing me it saying it the charming (but wrong) way. We went back and forth a few times at the cash register. Thing is , the scones were so so good I had to go back for another and do the whole dance all over again. I stood firm. So did she. And I think you could sum up what it means to be English right there😂😂
This is newsletters elevated. I loved listening as I read. And yes, there are so many things we can do something about. Can’t wait for new music, but this is great inspiration for me to do something similar.
Oh thank you so much. I don’t know why it’s never occurred to me to do that before because I think Substack have offered this feature for a while. I often read what I’m writing aloud to make sure it sounds right so it wasn’t any bother. It’s fun! Glad you enjoyed it xxx
As a 60+ almost-retired doctor, my biggest regret is that I never learned more about music (at least enough to raise me above the lowest level of amateur fartiness). One person's useless is another's unachieved dream.
I jest. You are of course completely correct, that is the only way to pronounce it.
I always get a little bit excited when I see one of your newsletters come in and I will save it for when I have a few minutes to myself so that I can read it all in one go and really enjoy it. They are always incredibly delightful and fun to read so thank you for bringing these wonderful, brief interludes into my life.
Nerina,
Excellent post, as ever.
I for one hope we don’t rid ourselves of dystopian novels, because a) I enjoy them and b) they do a little of what it is you seek, by throwing light on the possible shade we are hurling ourselves towards and reminding us how much worse it could be.
However, if you want to read fiction where the future is full of positive possibilities, can I steer you in the direction of works by Becky Chambers? Her Wayfarer, and Monk and Robot (come on, how can that not be good; a monk and a robot?!) series are little gems of literary excellence in a sea of pandemic-related and alien destruction fear.
Totally with you on the TV presenters though.
Keep writing; keep happy - you’re a star.
Paul.
Thanks Paul, I shall make sure to seek out Becky Chambers.
It’s been three long years of pandemic/war/inflation etc., I think we all need cheering up now; I know I certainly do! X
So, it all comes down to comfy shoes.🌹🇨🇦
Hi Nerina,
I think the last time we wrote was in around 2004! Loving your musings. I have always been pretty strict with my manners, maybe subconsciously, and, although I've always known how to pronounce scone, I only had my first ever one last month! I'm a bit addicted now.
As far as Dennis Potter and the present tense is concerned, I frequently remember that cringeworthy moment at an awards ceremony (I think it was the BAFTAs), when Theresa Russell was handing out an award, the winner was announced as Dennis Potter, and she yelled "come and get it, Dennis!" unaware that he had passed away.
Oh, and I don't make a habit of this, but I once threw peanuts at Michael McIntyre. I got a huge round of applause for doing so. And, through a misunderstanding, I once threw a sandwich at James Corden. Don't ye fret, though. I seen you live four times (we met briefly when you performed on TV show The Beat Room in Glasgow), and I've never had even the teensiest urge to throw any food at you.
Looking forward, as always, to hearing further thoughts,
Lots of love from Spain,
Toni
Toni there a quite a few people who would like to shake your hand for the James Corden sandwich though😂 If you did change your mind about throwing things at me, mini eggs or Kit Kats are fine.
Like I said, it was a misunderstanding. I didn't lose any sleep over it, though. And I'll bear your culinary requests in mind if our paths ever cross again!
Brilliantly thought-provoking newsletter, although it does sometimes occur to me that too much consideration of the future should carry a health warning. As far as we individuals are concerned I believe that all we can really do is be the best versions of ourselves and try to do some good, in whatever form, along the way. I agree that there is no harm in being courteous to our AI helpers, particularly if you subscribe to the Roko's Basilisk thought experiment.
Great news about Zedel, we'll be there! X
How funny - I actually wrote a few lines about Roko’s Basilisk - except I didn’t actually name it, just referred to it as the Voldemort of the AI Reddit World - but wasn’t sure if anyone would know what I was rambling on about. I think I genuinely have it in the back of my mind when using ChatGPT though😂😂
I feel wistful about it all Frank. I remember the beginning of the modern web; the early blogosphere; AOL (!!!), the excitement and relative innocence of it all. Now I just don’t know what we’ve done with this incredible thing that we fear it so much. Isn’t that sad? I worry also that that fear might become a self fulfilling prophecy when the potential for good is just as possible. I really hope we can get this right.
Very deep… for a Wednesday. It’s got me thinking… but most importantly it’s scone as in cone with an s at the beginning! Sorry xxx
I once went to a tea room in Suffolk and asked for a scone with my (the correct) way of saying it. And the lady serving made a point of handing me it saying it the charming (but wrong) way. We went back and forth a few times at the cash register. Thing is , the scones were so so good I had to go back for another and do the whole dance all over again. I stood firm. So did she. And I think you could sum up what it means to be English right there😂😂
Very thoughtful (and thought provoking) piece. My god, I scrolled so fast when I saw that asterisk though. I was not disappointed.
See? That’s how I made sure everyone would read to the end!!! And you were duly rewarded.👏👏😂
This is newsletters elevated. I loved listening as I read. And yes, there are so many things we can do something about. Can’t wait for new music, but this is great inspiration for me to do something similar.
Oh thank you so much. I don’t know why it’s never occurred to me to do that before because I think Substack have offered this feature for a while. I often read what I’m writing aloud to make sure it sounds right so it wasn’t any bother. It’s fun! Glad you enjoyed it xxx
As a 60+ almost-retired doctor, my biggest regret is that I never learned more about music (at least enough to raise me above the lowest level of amateur fartiness). One person's useless is another's unachieved dream.
To rhyme with gone? So like “scorn”?
I jest. You are of course completely correct, that is the only way to pronounce it.
I always get a little bit excited when I see one of your newsletters come in and I will save it for when I have a few minutes to myself so that I can read it all in one go and really enjoy it. They are always incredibly delightful and fun to read so thank you for bringing these wonderful, brief interludes into my life.