On the changing age demographics
Woke up in the wee hours this morning, turned on the radio, and listened to a discussion on the BBC about the aging population, and how there are not enough children being born in certain parts of the world to keep pace with old people dying, and "What to do? What to Do?!" to make having an raising children more appealing.
And there was much talk about giving families money for each child they have, and raising the retirement age, so we don't have to pay as much in Social Security programs, and easing work requirements for immigrants.
And I lay there thinking: this is one more argument for switching to a 4-hour workday, instead of 8-hours, so a two income family can split the time in taking care of the kids you're bringing into the world. The Japanese government has been trying to promote the idea of people having more children, but their culture is still heavily burdened with the work grind, and no one has the time or energy to raise more kids in a way that the kids deserve.
And also an argument for 15-minute and walkable cities, so the kids can get around town and play with their friends, without relying on their parents to drive them everywhere.
It's not about creating "incentives" for adults to "produce" more children. It's about creating world where children can live joyfully.
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Wisdom is to seek the experienced
Your typical dimly lit bar, closing hours. Few folk still remain, fewer still conscious. The door chimes to a sprightly young man, though his eyes echo decades of witnessing the grim reality. He orders a beer, sits down next to a passed out man in his late 50s, hand still gripping his last shot glass.
The young man prods the old guy awake.
"Tell me, what do you know about Old Man Henderson?"
"What? That's an urban myth. A fairy tale. Ain't no such person ever existed. Scram, kid."
"We believe the contrary. Correction. We don't believe anything. We know he is real."
"That story is over a thousand years old. Wouldn't be the first time some fools mistake a work of fiction from three apocalypses ago as fact."
"There's more to it than that. We know that you are connected."
At this moment, the young man takes out a small binder of documents and splays it in front of the old guy. Images of excavations of an old town hall. Unidentified dirt and ash samples. A heavily damaged pilot's license. Used cigarette butts.
And a list of names, dates of birth and death, addresses throughout their life, occupations, relatives. Seemingly, no connection. And at the end of the list a Mr J. Drenshaw - the old guy.
"We know you know these people, all of them. Ever since the incident Old Man Henderson was involved in, there has been an unbroken chain of people who studied and learned everything about him and what occurred. And you did your best to erase everything from all records but your own.
Well, the one thing the first to whom this knowledge was passed on to did not do was to cremate their mentor. Instead, they received a burial at sea. Somewhere in the middle of the Pacific from a plane. Forever lost to the world, beneath endless waters and unknown beasts of below.
Or, so it would have remained, had it not been for that little explosion that has doomed our world. Among the debris the OCC cleared was a tiny, damaged microfilm. Unable to restore its contents at the time, it was stored alongside the innumerable relics recovered from the disaster, and promptly forgotten about.
Until my superiors learned of something... odd, and we got to work searching for the loosest of ends. The rest is technical details. In short - you, Mr Drenshaw, have known about the reality of the Old Ones ever since your mentor exposed you to this secretive knowledge you've been safekeeping for the last twenty eight generations. It is no longer your exclusive club.
We need your help understanding what Cthulu is, what it wants, what it can do, and most importantly - what we can do about it."
After a long pause, J. Drenshaw looked at his empty shot glass, at the young man, to the floor, and sighed.
"The reason we kept it from everyone is because you can't do anything about a being like that. That's the point."
"Old Man Henderson did do something about it."
"He was a nutjob. One of a kind."
"Still just human."
"Bah. It wasn't even the full might of anything Greater."
"Even a fraction was still a part of it. We can expand upon that."
"What do I even get out of this? Cuz I'm telling you, it doesn't matter how many Supernovas you throw at Cthulu. The material realm doesn't bother them in the least."
"It doesn't have to be a hostile relationship. Our experiences with the Galactic Coalition, despite a rocky start, show we can communicate with anyone."
"Aliens and Old Ones are not comparable. Can an ant negotiate with the Moon? That's a bullshit idea and you know it."
"We found an individual who contradicts your belief."
At this statement, the young man shows Mr Drenshaw a picture of a young woman, barely out of her teens, but even through a simple image Drenshaw can see in her eyes there is... knowing.
"Okay? That your girlfriend? Good for you."
"That is Cintra Valkeim. Though it proved difficult to ascertain, we believe she made contact with Cthulu."
"Thought you didn't believe in anything. Couldn't get her to confess?"
"We're still working on the specifics, but we do know she died several times. Either by negligence or lack of interest in us 'nothings', her resurrections left marks on the cellular level."
"Nothings..." Drenshaw slowly repeated the word, as if something finally clicked.
"That is how They view us, yes?"
Mr Drenshaw finally looked back at the young man, took a deep breath and simply said:
"Yea...
Fine. I'll talk to this Cintra. Alone. After that I'll decide if it's worth a bother to help you lot."
"Those are agreeable terms. Shall I take you to her now or...?"
"Fuck no. I got a raging headache and I need a nap. Just cuz you got my curiosity don't mean this hangover is suddenly gone. Leave your number, I'll call you in a few days. Gonna do my own investigation."
"Understandable. Here are my contacts."
Mr Drenshaw takes the card, looks at it, and bemusedly puts it away.
"Fuckin' hell. Bunch of jokers you are. Alright, I'll be sure to ring you up, Mr 'John Smith'. Now get outta here, you've ruined my nap long enough.
HEY, BARKEEP! GET ME SOMETHING THAT'LL KNOCK ME RIGHT BACK TO SLEEP!"
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amethyst empress succeeded her father but was usurped and killed by her younger brother - the bloodstone emperor, and this blood betrayal led to long night.
rhaenyra was supposed to succeed her father king viserys but she too was usurped by her younger brother, aegon ii, eventually leading to a war which killed targaryen dragons (a source of targaryen power and magic).
two women usurped from rightful positions leading to two most significant events in asoiaf - the long night and death of dragons.
now we have daenerys stormborn, named heir by viserys (her older brother), who hatched dragons after almost 300 years, strengthened magic across the planet and who'll play an important role in the long night as the azor ahai/ptwp.
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probably my favorite little thing in witch from mercury that references past gundam (that isn't particularly obvious) is the duelist's creed
"victory is not decided by mobile suit performance alone, or the skill of the pilot alone. the result is the only truth"
this is of course a reference to the first thing to trigger an amuro BSOD in 0079- ramba ral telling him that he only won because of the performance of his mobile suit, instead of his skill as a pilot. (shortly after this, ramba ral ends up dying, so it's not like he can see amuro grow or anything.) obviously him outspeeding the gundam's response time later in the show decisively refutes this, but...
g-witch is quite notably about pilots and mobile suits and how specifically a pilot and a mobile suit work together for the best results. different pilots can do vastly different things, even in the same (or very similar) suits; just look at guel and lauda in their dilanzas, or chuchu vs. pretty much anyone else in a demi trainer.
of course, aerial and suletta are the epitome of this "horse and rider as one" type of feeling, which makes their separation this episode so interesting. even if aerial weren't, well, suletta's actual sister, they're the best matched mobile suit and pilot we've seen in terms of capabilities; nothing about the suit holds suletta back, and nothing about suletta's piloting skill holds aerial back. contrast the darilbalde's AI, or the entire GUND format killing its pilots, vs. how even with no permet functions whatsoever suletta knows exactly how to pilot aerial to the best of her capabilities.
this is what makes their separation so interesting, besides the character drama; they're basically the only mobile suit/pilot combo where one isn't holding the other back in some way we've seen in this show, so them being separated is a soft refutation (for a little bit) of one of its themes- the interface between humans and technology. anyway watch mobile suit gundam 0079 even if you started with mercury. it's got a surprisingly similar tone, and despite the old animation still looks very good and maintains a solid plot.
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