Alastar Gabriel (but you can call me anything). I'm an ex-professional software developer, now I make weird art and music :p I will give you bug facts unprompted


Twitch, Ko-fi, Neocities, Mastodon


We can be friends but I have to warn you, I am a little awkward and kind of hard to get ahold of :p


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sitcom
@sitcom
Maybe by accident, maybe on purpose, I fell in to a social group in New York City with many people who consider themselves to be intellectuals. I’ve been privy to countless conversations about how intellectual labor is labor, about how someone needs to do the sitting around and thinking and theorizing, with the thought underlying this being: and it certainly wouldn’t be the people who carry things for a living.

Why don’t websites hire service people to write about food? How do ā€˜restaurant journalists’ exist, when servers who are also artists are standing right here? A book critic once told me, ā€œa website could never be staffed by service people, the quality of the writing would be too low,ā€ and I wanted to laugh. I suspect it’s easier to teach a waitress to be a writer than an intellectual to be a waiter.

a few people directly recommended this piece to me & they were so correct in that impulse that i am going to quote multiple parts from it that intensely resonated


doctorwednesday
@doctorwednesday

They say that once you start making real money, you start to swing conservative; I found the opposite to be true in my case. I became more radical, more left-wing, when I got a salaried position at a major software company. Having more money than I could think of things to spend it on, +insane amounts of perks, from doing what was probably the lightest job I'd had up until that point; learning about how miniscule the capital gains tax is compared to how they tax actual bust-your-ass wages; listening to my co-workers, who were all making far more than I was, bitch and scrimp out every dollar when they tipped at lunch so they wouldn't go over the required minimum. Suddenly being treated with incredible respect for performing a job I regarded as an amusing intellectual exercise. Discovering for certain that the most miserable jobs are for some reason the worst-paid and least respected, while you can get paid mountains of cash for doing almost nothing, and that that is 'respectability.'

I think the reason is, despite being educated, despite somehow getting to go to college, I've never thought myself one of these people, I've never been 'in,' I never belonged, and so I didn't feel being professional was my birthright or some fortress I had to help defend against the hordes. I was amazed to find myself in that position, which kind of says it all. Most people at that social stratum seem to regard it as normality, although apparently that isn't enough; they have to convince themselves they deserve it, which necessarily means those less fortunate are deficient somehow.


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ā€œit was nice that people gave up their seats for me on the street car for those few weeks, even if i wasn't really in any more pain than usualā€

oh god thats SO fucking real. i worked a childcare/service job that had me on my feet on hard concrete/uneven grass fields in summer 2021, and i broke my ankle leaving work one day. the pain from breaking my ankle only exceeded my day-to-day pain of that job + my bike commute for maybe a full day or two if im being generous. people really really underestimate the toll it takes on your whole body to be on your feet all day

it's really shocking & it can be so hard to recognise when you're in the thick of it, or at least it was for me. i couldn't believe how much physical stamina i had after a ten hour work day when it was almost entirely seated. i hope your ankle healed up alright, those lingering pains never help!!