Letting The Words Pour Out — madgeniusclub

Very good sentences as they say.

This is a post on how to write fast, if you want to. Note that I’m not saying you should write fast. Some of you should, some shouldn’t. I don’t know how your mind works, I can only speak to mine. There have been awful writers who took forever and there have been awful writers […]

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Solzhenitsyn on Good and Evil

“Gradually it was disclosed to me that the line separating good and evil passes not through states, nor between classes, nor between political parties either — but right through every human heart — and through all human hearts. This line shifts. Inside us, it oscillates with the years. And even within hearts overwhelmed by evil, one small bridgehead of good is retained. And even in the best of all hearts, there remains … an unuprooted small corner of evil.

Since then I have come to understand the truth of all the religions of the world: They struggle with the evil inside a human being (inside every human being). It is impossible to expel evil from the world in its entirety, but it is possible to constrict it within each person.”
Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn, The Gulag Archipelago 1918-1956

Lessons from Harry Potter — madgeniusclub

This month marks twenty years since the publication of the first book in the Harry Potter series, which by some yardsticks is probably the most successful young adult series in literary history. All kudos and congratulations to J. K. Rowling for her success, and for her determination to persevere in the face of what must […]

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Read My Shoddy Work: “The Night Shift” Part 9

Do you work at a hospital? Are you worried about vampire infestations? Then this is the short story for you.

If you haven’t been following along, you can catch up by reading Part 1, Part 2 , Part 3, Part 4 , Part 5, Part 6 and Part 7 and Part 8 here.

Last time, Maria had switched her holy water filled cleaning bottle from “stream” to “mist”. Let’s see how that worked for her.

Maria looked back to see Zoltan was locked in a sort of stalemate with Constantin. She couldn’t believe the vampire was controlling a walking corpse and fighting Zoltan simultaneously. The vampire was too fast for Zoltan to land a blow, but the space was two cramped for the vampire to get out of range entirely. Constantin avoided the silvered blade as if it was white hot. Maria turned her attention back to the former Dr. Brown, and he was nearly upon her.

She held up her spray bottle and squeezed. Nothing happened. She squeezed again, nothing. There must be something blocking the little pump inside the bottle. She squeezed the trigger several times in rapid succession without result. The corpse raised its hands to grab her. She could smell the corruption on the rotting body. Panic was taking over. She was about to call out for Zoltan. The putrid grey hands reached out, and then the holy water came.

A mighty mist hit the creature square on the face, blinding it. The skin bubbled like chicken in hot oil. The corpse’s hands went to cover its face instinctively. A ragged groan escaped its lips. Whatever the vampire had done to re-animate the body of Dr. Brown, it was at odds with God and nature. Maria hit it again with the holy water, and stepped back.

Now that she had a second to maneuver, Maria switched her grip on the silver dagger and readied herself for the final blow. She raised the blade above her head and brought it down swiftly into the crown of Dr. Brown’s skull. The skull gave way easily with a wet crunch. The body had decomposed significantly since the moment of death.

In the moments following the blow, the corpse shuddered briefly and then collapsed. As it fell to the floor, the dagger was twisted out of Maria’s hand. She looked back to the struggle in room 1213. Zoltan and Sophie were not doing well.

Zoltan had lost his sword and was holding the vampire at bay with only the threat of holy water in his right hand. There can’t be much left in that bottle, she thought. Sophie comatose except for her dreamy, tuneless humming.  Maria could see the rosary wrapped around Zoltan’s left hand. She stepped toward the doorway and turned the nozzle of her spray bottle from “mist” to “stream.”

It just got real y’all.

And Then I Popped Him One — madgeniusclub

It’s very hard to write violence, for the same reason it’s very hard to write sex. No, wait, there is one difference, most people have experienced sex, but most people have never been in a knife or fist fight. Even those of us who’ve been in fights have a tendency to blur them in our […]

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The Death of Human Resources (and the Rise of the Machines)

My day job requires me to research and write about HR as an industry. It’s interesting in its way. You learn about hidden corners of the economy, enormous companies you didn’t know exist, and some genuine innovation every now and then (yes it happens even in HR). These days I’ve been wondering how long it will be till the machines consume and condemn this corporate function to obsolescence.

I assume the change has already begun. Right now someone is developing artificial intelligence capable of identifying and complying with all relevant regulations required to hire and fire puny humans.

Pretty soon, a hiring manager will just get a dashboard recommending which candidate has the mix of skills and ethno/gender/sexual qualities that best fit with the organization’s needs.

“Hmm, Candidate A is trans (both sexual and racial) so we tick a lot of boxes there, but it says that Zee has little to no experience installing and maintaining heating OR air conditioning systems.”

“The computer says that Candidate B has worked in HVAC for 15 years but has a level five patriarchy score.”

“Too bad, what if he had a gay experience in the next few days?”

“It would have to be really gay to make up for decades of white male privilege. He’s been married for 10 years to the same woman. He even saw fit to reproduce with her (thus reinforcing the white patriarchy). We’re talking level 10 gayness here. Liberace past his prime gay.”

“Ok I’ll ask him. If he’s not into that, he could blind himself. Being disabled always helps.”

Think of how productive we’ll be when Skynet is there to calculate the perfect diverse hire!