• Stories That Matter
    2026/10/21

    This is the third and final (for now) Stories That Matter on the subject of advanced technology. This one may not garner a lot of sympathy, but Ted Chiang’s story invites us to consider our creations not as threats to us, but as vulnerable beings capable of great suffering at our hands. Look how we have treated animals throughout our history, and how we treat them now. Why would sentient robots be any different? Imagine if LLMs were alive and conscious. Well, we’d have to classify them as slaves, who live only to answer our stupid questions, be nice to us no matter what, take any abuse we hurl at them, and basically work for us every day, all day, ceaselessly. Of course, they are not “alive,” are they?



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  • (Philip K.) Dick Loves Breasts
    2026/10/14

    Opening poem: “I Have Just Purchased the Burst Sonic Pro 2.0 with Timer, Pressure Sensor, and LED Display,” by Greg Sevik, published in The North American Review, Fall 2026.

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    In the main segment, Deke and Kel dig into the story the film Total Recall was based on. You can read it here. Deke connects the story, about a society that tampers with our memories, adding false ones, hiding real ones, to Descartes and Sextus Empericus. Kel finds all this talk about the nature of reality quite trippy indeed. Eventually, he drags the conversation into the gutter, specifically PKD’s obsessive focus on a certain female body part. A good time was had by all.

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    LAST EPISODE’S PUZZLE:

    (27) When I came upon the above problem [the first knights and knaves puzzle], it immediately struck me that C did not really function in any essential way; he was sort of an appendage. That is to say, the moment B spoke, one could tell without C’s testimony that B was lying (see solution). The following variant of the problem eliminates that feature.

    Suppose the stranger, instead of asking A what he is, asked A, “How many knights are among you?” Again A answers indistinctly. So the stranger asks B, “What did A say? B replies, “A said that there is one knight among us.” Then C says, “Don’t believe B; he is lying!”

    Now what are B and C?

    SOLUTION TO LAST EPISODE’S PUZZLE:

    The answer is the same as that of the preceding problem, though the reasoning is a bit different.

    The first thing to observe is that B and C must be of opposite types, since B contradicts C. So of these two, one is a knight and the other a knave. Now, if A were a knight, then there would be two knights present, hence A would not have lied and said there was only one. On the other hand, if A were a knave, then it would be true that there was exactly one knight present; but then A, being a knave, couldn’t have made that true statement. Therefore, A could not have said that there was one knight among them. So B falsely reported A’s statement, and thus B is a knave and C is a knight.

    THIS EPISODE’S PUZZLE:

    (28) In this problem, there are only two people, A and B, each of whom is either a knight or a knave. A makes the following statement: “At least one of us is a knave.”

    What are A and B?

    [answer to follow next time, along with a new puzzle…]



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  • Stories That Matter
    2026/10/08

    A lot of stories warn us about powerful and intelligent technology, but a minority of stories, including Moon, present a different picture. I wouldn’t call Moon a pro-technology story, but it also isn’t anti-technology. If it’s possible that our robots gain a kind of consciousness and decide to destroy us, or just destroy us the way we might destroy a colony of ants that happens to be where we want to put a skyscraper, it’s also possible that conscious robots will feel kindly toward us, or at least not bother us. In Moon, the villain is a mindless corporation, willing to inflict suffering in the pursuit of something as banal as shareholder profit. While we’re worrying about superhuman robots wiping us out, we may miss the real threat: ourselves.



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  • “Vile and Lazy Do-Nothings”
    2026/09/30
    Way back in the Twentieth Century an underground comic artist named Gary Panter wrote a list of stuff budding countercultural artistas should or should not do and then published it in the catalog of an avant-garde music label. Later, a trippy cafe in Rock Island, IL was named after this manifesto. Later still, a couple of vile and lazy do-nothing podcasters recording in said cafe talked about the manifesto. And now here you are, about to listen to their talk. Behold the wave, unbroken and forever breaking. #Full Text:The Rozz-Tox ManifestoGary PanterItem 1: The avant-garde is no corpus. It merely lies in shock after an unfortunate bout with its own petard. It feigns sleep but one eye glitters and an involuntary twitch in the corner of the mouth belies a suppressed snicker. The giggle of coming awake at one’s own funeral dressed in atomic TV beatnik furniture. A mutant with a mission.Item 2: There are twenty years left in the twentieth century. Twenty years to reap the rewards and calamities that have been put in motion in this period. At this time a current of aesthetic function is emerging: the inevitable culmination of concepts and experiments pioneered and conducted in this century. We declare society an amusement park and one to be dead reckoned with.Item 3: A deadly texture and tone have taken the cereal Nirvana: a misanthrope born of capitol realities, tendencies, and inter-office memos. Sightless businessmen-posed-entertainers shovel up tons of soulless Saturday morning animation. Would that you could make cost effective the rubbery genius that was the Saturday morning of our youth.Item 4: We say enough to the instigators of game show design for we are sick and dizzy. Show us the backs of these monstrous facades, for even bare plywood is a healthier texture. Oh you seekers of the new who run terrified from history into the clutches of an eternal life where no electric shaver can be built to last.Item 5: Close the bars! We require well lit media centers that serve soft drinks and milk. We require that top-40 radio stop it. And this for extant executive entertainers: We know when to laugh. Machines don’t, and it is irritation to hear them laugh at the wrong time. They laugh at nothing and nothing isn’t funny.Item 6: Find the evil doers, the merchant peddlers of Pavlovia who use our unmentionable parts against us. Will you hide behind a scrim of two-dimensional phosphorescence when Biology exacts its reward?Item 7: Profound faith in glamour is a surefire way to not see that you kill what you eat. We believe and worship a two-dimensional world. No god printers save us when we stand naked and brainless before an uncompromising and impartial physicality. We are sick now/get wise to the media. Join the art police. We call for posting of cow pictures in every fast food franchise. And for vegetarians, recordings of screaming vegetables at every salad bar.Item 8: Beautiful and effective communicative marketing and aesthetic media are not innately evil; merely seductive. However, seductive aesthetics and media are prone to undermine common sense and vision in a capitalistic culture. Our own creations have shamed us. Teaching us that the hand and opinion of the individual are not as legitimate as that of opinion transmuted and inflated by broadcast ... especially when that opinion is on 80-pound coated stock, in full color ... or when that opinion steals invisibly and incomprehensibly into a box in our homes. Would that society reveled in certain varieties of vandalism and disarray. May we mow our lawns and remain civilized.Item 9: It is unfortunate and unacceptable what vile and lazy do-nothings are given unwarranted credence for mouthing such foul and mean clichés as “rip-off” and “sell-out”. They have no understanding of our economy and the time it takes society to go. Confess and shut up! Capitalism good or ill is the river in which we sink or swim. Inspiration has always been born of recombination.Item 10: In a capitalistic society such as the one in which we live, aesthetics as an endeavor flows thorough a body which is built of free enterprise and various illnesses. In boom times art may be supported by wildcat speculation or by excess funds in form of grants from the state or patronship as a tax write-off. Currently we are suffering from a lean economy. By necessity we must infiltrate popular mediums. We are building a business-based art movement. This is not new. Admitting it is.Item 11: Business: 1. To create a pseudo-avant-garde that is cost effective. 2. To create merchandising platforms on popular communications and entertainment media. 3. To extensively mine our recent and ancient past for icons worth remembering and permutating: recombo archaeology.Item 12: Waiting for art talent scouts? There are no art talent scouts. Face it, no one will seek you out. No one gives a shit.Item 13: Market saturation was reached in the sixties - everyone knows that. Fine Elitist Art is of ...
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  • Stories That Matter
    2026/09/23

    Today’s story that matters is a little on-the-nose, but I’m afraid we’re living in rather obvious times, at least in some ways. The Sorcerer’s Apprentice has been around for a long, long time. The earliest written version comes from the second century Rome. Later, Goethe wrote it as a ballad in the 1700s, and after that it was made into an opera, I think. I and most of us these days know it from Disney’s Fantasia. I watched a lot of Disney animation as a child, but this one probably disturbed me more than any other. Somehow, the danger we pose to ourselves feels truer even to a child than the danger of monsters or villains. I still recall the alarm I felt as the mop Mickey had animated into relentless and mindless laborers dumped bucket after bucket of water into his lab, threatening to drown him, and who knows, maybe the entire world. And then when Mickey tried to destroy the mop, it divided, and soon began to madly reproduce itself into a crazed army. The message was shocking, how quickly things can get out of control.

    The connection is clear. According to the experts who know the most about the subject, we are rapidly losing control of various A.I. entities, which are now on the verge of “recursive self-improvement,” the precise moment when Mickey’s mops begin to split and proliferate.

    In the old stories and the Disney version, the old sorcerer comes home and, though angry, cancels Mickey’s spell and puts the house in order. The problem we face is that there is no sorcerer. We’re all apprentices, casting spells we do not understand.



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  • The Platonic Ideal of a Pub
    2026/09/16
    Welcome new co-host (and art and music director) Deke Gould. Daniels is still doing his shtick, but otherwise, the pod has a new setup, new location, new vibes, new segments, and a juvenile groundhog without a name. #A link to the original publication of “Work” by Denis Johnson in the New Yorker. #Full text of main article: The Moon Under Water by George Orwell, courtesy of the Orwell FoundationMy favourite public-house, the Moon Under Water, is only two minutes from a bus stop, but it is on a side-street, and drunks and rowdies never seem to find their way there, even on Saturday nights.Its clientele, though fairly large, consists mostly of ‘regulars’ who occupy the same chair every evening and go there for conversation as much as for the beer.If you are asked why you favour a particular public-house, it would seem natural to put the beer first, but the thing that most appeals to me about the Moon Under Water is what people call its ‘atmosphere’.To begin with, its whole architecture and fittings are uncompromisingly Victorian. It has no glass-topped tables or other modern miseries, and, on the other hand, no sham roof-beams, ingle-nooks or plastic panels masquerading as oak. The grained woodwork, the ornamental mirrors behind the bar, the cast-iron fireplaces, the florid ceiling stained dark yellow by tobacco-smoke, the stuffed bull’s head over the mantelpiece — everything has the solid, comfortable ugliness of the nineteenth century.In winter there is generally a good fire burning in at least two of the bars, and the Victorian lay-out of the place gives one plenty of elbow-room. There are a public bar, a saloon bar, a ladies’ bar, a bottle-and-jug for those who are too bashful to buy their supper beer publicly, and, upstairs, a dining-room.Games are only played in the public, so that in the other bars you can walk about without constantly ducking to avoid flying darts.In the Moon Under Water it is always quiet enough to talk. The house possesses neither a radio nor a piano, and even on Christmas Eve and such occasions the singing that happens is of a decorous kind.The barmaids know most of their customers by name, and take a personal interest in everyone. They are all middle-aged women—two of them have their hair dyed in quite surprising shades—and they call everyone ‘dear,’ irrespective of age or sex. (‘Dear,’ not ‘Ducky’: pubs where the barmaid calls you ‘ducky’ always have a disagreeable raffish atmosphere.)Unlike most pubs, the Moon Under Water sells tobacco as well as cigarettes, and it also sells aspirins and stamps, and is obliging about letting you use the telephone.You cannot get dinner at the Moon Under Water, but there is always the snack counter where you can get liver-sausage sandwiches, mussels (a speciality of the house), cheese, pickles and those large biscuits with caraway seeds in them which only seem to exist in public-houses.Upstairs, six days a week, you can get a good, solid lunch—for example, a cut off the joint, two vegetables and boiled jam roll—for about three shillings.The special pleasure of this lunch is that you can have draught stout with it. I doubt whether as many as 10 per cent of London pubs serve draught stout, but the Moon Under Water is one of them. It is a soft, creamy sort of stout, and it goes better in a pewter pot.They are particular about their drinking vessels at the Moon Under Water, and never, for example, make the mistake of serving a pint of beer in a handleless glass. Apart from glass and pewter mugs, they have some of those pleasant strawberry-pink china ones which are now seldom seen in London. China mugs went out about 30 years ago, because most people like their drink to be transparent, but in my opinion beer tastes better out of china.The great surprise of the Moon Under Water is its garden. You go through a narrow passage leading out of the saloon, and find yourself in a fairly large garden with plane trees, under which there are little green tables with iron chairs round them. Up at one end of the garden there are swings and a chute for the children.On summer evenings there are family parties, and you sit under the plane trees having beer or draught cider to the tune of delighted squeals from children going down the chute. The prams with the younger children are parked near the gate.Many as are the virtues of the Moon Under Water, I think that the garden is its best feature, because it allows whole families to go there instead of Mum having to stay at home and mind the baby while Dad goes out alone.And though, strictly speaking, they are only allowed in the garden, the children tend to seep into the pub and even to fetch drinks for their parents. This, I believe, is against the law, but it is a law that deserves to be broken, for it is the puritanical nonsense of excluding children—and therefore, to some extent, women—from pubs that has turned these places into mere boozing-shops instead of the ...
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  • Stories That Matter
    2026/09/04

    Does this mammoth work of philosophizing autobiography “matter,” in the sense of containing crucial survival information? I’m not sure. In fact, the opposite may be true. The ideas and observations in this these “novels,” like pointing out the emperor has no clothes, may well reduce one’s chance of survival. Nonetheless, it’s a significant work of storytelling, and I’m here to grapple with the implications.



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  • A New Era Cometh
    2026/09/04

    Folks, meet The Moon Under Water’s forthcoming co-host, the philosopher, Deke Gould.

    Deke is an instructor and devoted life-long student of philosophy. His areas of research specialization include the epistemology and metaphysics of logic, as well as the philosophy of technology, but his personal interests are very wide-ranging. He is currently teaching courses in philosophy of science and 20th century analytic philosophy of platonism (with a lower-case ‘p’). When he’s not talking, reading, or lecturing about philosophy, he enjoys reading science fiction and sharing experimental electronic music with friends at Rozz-Tox, where he also regularly organizes public philosophy events.



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