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By Katy Swain, 29 December, 2024

You know, the very powerful and the very stupid have one thing in common. They don't alter their views to fit the facts. They alter the facts to fit their views, which can be uncomfortable if you happen to be one of the facts that needs altering.
- The Doctor, the Face of Evil.

In many countries which have enjoyed (if that is quite the word) half a century of bipartisan neoliberal politics, nominally conservative political parties are breaking with not only this consensus, but also with conservatism as a guiding set of principles. In the wake of the re-election of Donald Trump, nowhere is this phenomenon so apparent, so obsessively analysed, or so globally consequential as in the US.

By Katy Swain, 25 December, 2024

Back in a past life, I found myself in the habit of making little video mixtapes to listen to and glance at while doing jigsaw puzzles and overeating at Christmas, or to fill in embarrassing conversational gaps when entertaining visitors. These would run to anywhere up to 70-some videos, which I'd pull from various online video sharing platforms (multiple services are available), and painstakingly sequence them so that they flowed seamlessly from one to the other. I'd even manually pull the audio and adjust the median amplitude to more or less the same level for each track, and re-encode each video so that you could stick them on a USB drive and plug it in the back of an early-2000s semi-smart TV, press play, and you're all set for good few hours background entertainment.

By Katy Swain, 4 July, 2024

I've long been astonished by a particularly irrational form of loss aversion that I've taken to calling "Zero-sum NIMBYism". Here's how it works:

A lifetime ago, I was living in a little seaside village which had an annual festival day that the local chamber of commerce would put on. Every year, the chamber would arrange to close the main street, invite stallholders, entertainers, and so on, and a lovely time would be had by all. Visitors would come from all over the country (in the off season!), and cars would be parked all along the streets for anywhere up to a kilometre. A day wandering up and down the street in the sunshine, snacking and drinking; what's not to like?

And every year, the owner of the local surf shop, plus one or two similarly entitled misers, would complain bitterly about the cost to the chamber of organising the thing, and the loss of on-street car parking directly outside his shop.

By Katy Swain, 28 February, 2024

I'm currently looking for part-time or casual work; initially a day or two a week, rising to (optionally) anywhere up to four out of the customary seven over the coming months. 

The reasons for this are twofold. Firstly, I have conducted an audit of the Katy coffers, and found some buttons, a 1956 ha-penny, a self-signed IOU, and a startled moth. Secondly, since bowing out of my last triumphant engagement, I have gained an average of a kilogram of weight per month. If I must go up a size, the required op-shopping will only further strain the fiscal situation. No, I'm afraid there is nothing else for it but to become once more a productive member of society.

By Katy Swain, 4 December, 2023

Cory Doctorow recently cited this article which talks about how insurance is a terrible instrument for mitigating climate risk. The standard neoliberal patter on this runs that insurance will send a price signal that steers investment away from environmentally damaging activity and towards adaptive responses.

One problem with this is that the people doing the damage are not necessarily (or even likely to be) the people who will experience the worst of its' effects, so this will do little to prevent investment in — for instance — fossil fuel extraction. In fact, you'll likely see investment flowing away from the uncertain business of keeping populations alive and secure, and directed towards digging up minerals and sludge.

By Katy Swain, 15 October, 2023
Being of a sufficiently advanced age, I'm finally qualified to join the local chapter of the University of the Third Age, and last week went to my first class, "The Sixties - A Glorious Decade of Change", which was all rather jolly. It got my calcified synapses sparking again. So here's a sampling of 60s things that it dredged up from my head. The longer I think about it, the more I find I have to think about, so this may well turn out to be longer than the course. So let's get cracking.