Because of the breadth of scope implied there, some types of club have already appeared in previous essays. The gangs of Year Six, for example, or the craft guilds of Year Seven, or the mystery cults of Year Eight, or the burial societies of Year Nine: all of these are examples of how people may club together for various purposes.
But if that were all, this wouldn't merit an essay. So let's talk about the fun end of things: secret societies and their ilk.
There are differing levels of secrecy in play here. The peak would be a society whose existence, membership, and activities are completely unsuspected by outsiders . . . but good luck pulling that off. In theory these absolutely exist, then and now, and I'm just not aware of them because they do such a flawless job of staying hidden. What we know of human behavior and security failures, however, means this is generally unlikely: sooner or later, word will get out. For this reason, I tend to side-eye such groups in stories -- though if they have mind-control magic or similar methods available to them, then maybe they can indeed scrub all knowledge of themselves from the broader world.
More often, though, secrecy operates at a less restrictive level. The group is known to exist, but outsiders don't know who's a member. The membership is known, but they don't speak of their business outside their ranks. The membership is known and engages in public activity, but rumors persist that that's just the face they present to the world, and behind the scenes, they get up to all kinds of nefarious deeds.
This is, of course, the stuff of conspiracy theories. If you "know" a group exists, but there's no proof of anybody being a member, it's probably nothing more than rumor -- but good luck disproving a rumor. If a group definitely exists, but they won't talk about themselves, why not? What are they hiding? In the long run, this can become a form of corrosive distrust, either for one paranoid individual or for whole communities, where they wind up doubting all the available evidence and insisting that something else must be going on behind the scenes.
But for stories? This can be great, because it automatically introduces tension and intrigue to the narrative. And secret societies do genuinely exist, because if there's one thing we love more than belonging to a group, it's belonging to a special group, one where your membership means being inducted to privileges -- including knowledge -- that not everyone else gets. That heightens the feeling of social connection with your fellow members. Secret societies are also extremely prone to ritualizing their business, holding elaborate ceremonies for inducting new members or promoting someone within their ranks, and even dressing up their ordinary meetings with special robes and solemn formalities: measures that strengthen the bond between members, and help ensure that nobody will break ranks.
That helps explain why quite a few secret societies have no particular purpose beyond their own existence. The infamous Skull and Bones, a secret society for students at Yale, doesn't carry out any public activities that I'm aware of, which differentiates it from the more ordinary student clubs organized around a certain mission or area of interest. It's simply a way for a select group of individuals to join an elite tradition, forging connections with each other which may benefit them going forward. In this they are akin to the gentlemen's clubs that began to form in Britain around the seventeenth century, although those latter often had some ostensible unifying theme: military service, political affiliation, or alumni of a certain university.
Unsurprisingly, it's extremely common to find that members of such clubs and societies go on to careers in politics. These are the the "old boys' networks" in action -- very specifically boys, since many of them resisted or to this day resist admitting women to their ranks. (Though there are women's secret societies as well, e.g. the Sande in West Africa.) To the extent that a group of this kind has a purpose, it's the furtherance of its members' power . . . which readily lends itself to conspiracy theories about a plan for world domination.
That last, of course, is the stuff of the Illuminati and the Freemasons -- at least in folklore. The actual Bavarian Illuminati simply wanted to oppose superstition and monarchical abuses of power, but after their suppression in the eighteenth century, some people believed they continued in secret, blaming them for every kind of event and social movement imaginable, all around the world. (I say "blame" because usually people assume these later Illuminati to be nefarious, rather than crediting them with shifts the speaker thinks are desirable.) The facts that the Freemasons publicly exist, each Grand Lodge is independent without answering to a top authority, and (in the Anglo-American tradition) they explicitly prohibit discussions of religion or politics within their lodges, do not keep them from being the focus of similar rumors of machinations for a New World Order.
In some cases there may be real evidence of foul activities. The Ku Klux Klan has not just secretly but publicly and with pride carried out murder and acts of terror against Black people, explicitly to further a white supremacist agenda. Some instances of malicious groups, however, are very much a "handle with care" situation, as with the "leopard" or "human leopard" (sometimes also crocodile and chimpanzee) societies of late colonial West Africa: these do genuinely seem to have existed, may have committed murder, and in some cases possibly did engage in cannibalism . . . but given how much those became a stereotype of racist pulp fiction, I would proceed with a great deal of caution before trying to insert anything like that into a story.
Having dwelt a lot on the negative side, though, I'd like to note that isn't the whole story of clubs. Fraternal orders like the Benevolent and Protective Order of Elks, the Knights of Columbus, or the Odd Fellows may have the ritual elements, but their purpose is often openly charitable or oriented toward aid. Groups like the burial societies I mentioned before fall under the header of "friendly societies" or "benefit societies," which seek to help members support each other and/or outsiders like immigrants or the indigent poor; depending on their focus, these swing in the direction of cooperatives or volunteer organizations. Even groups with a primary focus like religion may take on such missions: the Catholic Trinitarian monastic order is officially the Order of the Most Holy Trinity and Captives, because the ransom of Christian captives held in other lands was a core principle upon which they were founded. (In modern times, where that's a less common problem, they evangelize and help immigrants.)
What all these groups have in common is the use of social bonding to help further their purpose, whether that's the advancement of members' political careers, the spread of religion, or the protection of orphans. Probably all of us know that merely donating money to an organization creates a weak feeling of attachment at best. By contrast, face-to-face interaction with a small enough group of fellow members that you know them all as friends -- at least in the loose sense of that word -- is a far more powerful lever for motivation. We like to feel as if we belong, and once we do, we don't want to let our fellows down.
In our increasingly digital, disconnected world, that's a useful thing to keep in mind.

(originally posted at Swan Tower: https://is.gd/wkTnwM)
Here's the plan: every Friday, let's recommend some people and/or communities to follow on Dreamwidth. That's it. No complicated rules, no "pass this on to 7.328 friends or your cat will die".
M and I drove over to the gate to Duck Lake and took a short walk to look out over the landscape below Split Rock. There were flowers everywhere. The cows grazed this pasture hard this winter/early spring so there isn't as much grass hiding the flowers as there is on the rest of the Ranch. It is hard to photograph sheets of wildflowers like these Goldfields. Here are a couple of my attempts.



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By Dialecticdreamer/Sarah Williams
Part 2 of ?
Word count (story only): 1299
[Morning of Thursday, 9 November of 2017]
:: The first update on Jasper’s condition puts Jules in the middle of an ethical conundrum, even though he has no influence on the situation. That’s another layer of complication. Part of the “Lodestar” arc, set in the Polychrome Heroics universe. ::
Back to part one
On to part three
Loudmouth’s gaze settled heavily on Jules’ shifting expressions. “That is being discussed. Medically, he can be kept unconscious, safely, for a very long time if steps are taken to prevent muscle atrophy and contraction. But… He’s got a right to face charges, and he can’t do that while unconscious.”
Jules shook his head. “What if there isn’t a consensus? What if the lack of consensus goes on for weeks?”
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In a major breakthrough, scientists have observed electrons in graphene flowing like a nearly frictionless liquid, defying a core law of physics. This exotic quantum state not only reveals new fundamental behavior but could also unlock powerful future technologies.
Natural laws cannot be broken. You just discover new versions or applications of them.
But yeah, graphene does some pretty amazing stunts.
Up betimes and to my office, met to pass Mr. Pitt’s (anon Sir J. Lawson’s Secretary and Deputy Treasurer) accounts for the voyage last to the Streights, wherein the demands are strangely irregular, and I dare not oppose it alone for making an enemy and do no good, but only bring a review upon my Lord Sandwich, but God knows it troubles my heart to see it, and to see the Comptroller, whose duty it is, to make no more matter of it. At noon home for an hour to dinner, and so to the office public and private till late at night, so home to supper and bed with my father.
I hate missing Magpie Monday.
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I e-mailed the HR inbox with a question at work this morning, and the response I got was a name I recognized asking when she could call me to chat through the answer. It was the name I recognized from being cool about me being trans when I started this job.
I didn't think she'd recognize me, but as soon as we got on the call she said "Long time no see!" My smile, which felt both surprised and a little shy in response, hopefully gave her a good look at all the facial hair I didn't have last time we talked -- I hadn't even started testosterone yet.
...Brindlewood Bay is the first game I've actively wanted to run in decades. Played in someone else's game first to figure out the mechanics, and established that
1) Wow, I did not like how they ran the game
2) No, I mean... they ignored the base starting premise of the game, which is "you are retired old ladies." (They decided you can be retired old men instead. I very much do not like this; retired old men are treated very differently from old ladies. It changes how the cozy aspects of the game works.)
3) Aside from that, did not like the GM's call about what actions we were taking, and didn't like that he pushed us into some actions.
4) It was an entirely new experience for me to think "I could run this better."
5) So the next time one of my groups was kinda between games, I said "I, uh, have been kinda wanting to run a thing..."
( And I stole the plot from The Untamed )
1) according to how we tend to pronounce them in English and where the stress falls, or
2) according to the Latin scansion rules of which syllables are short vs. long?
In other words, is "Augusta" stressed on the second syllable, or is it two long syllables followed by a short one, for the purposes of that poem's scansion?
(originally posted at Swan Tower: https://is.gd/Lcf5kG)

In a future Morocco, a young woman named Hariba with no prospects has herself jessed, a process which renders her loyal to whoever buys her, and sells herself as an indentured servant to a wealthy household. There she meets Akhmim, a harni - a genetically engineered human designed to be a perfect lover or companion. Hariba falls in love with him and runs away with him, but because she's jessed, she becomes extremely sick due to defying her loyalty implant.
Up until this point, the book had a compelling atmosphere a bit reminiscent of The Handmaid's Tale in that it explored the daily life of people living with very little agency in the home of someone who owns them. But once Hariba gets sick, she becomes completely sidelined from the story and basically lies in bed suffering for the entire middle part of the book, while the POV switches from Hariba and Akhmim to first her mother, then her friend - neither of whom are very interesting.
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This is a well-written book with interesting issues that sags a lot in the middle portion when Hariba basically drops out of the story, and ends in a note of depression and gloom.
Though I didn't love this book, I'm sorry that McHugh doesn't seem to be writing novels anymore as I did quite like China Mountain Zhang and Mission Child.
I fed the birds. I haven't seen any yet.
I put out water for the birds.
4/16/26 -- We stopped by Whiteside Garden again. This time I picked up a holly.
Then we went to Rural King for an extension cord. I also got two pastel poppies, two 4-packs of pinks and one of dusty miller artemesia, a curly parsley, and a flat parsley.
4/16/26 -- I opened up some of the water jug greenhouses with big plants to let them get more sun. I also brought some of my indoor flats outside.
4/16/26 -- I planted the holly in the Midwinter grove on the south side.
4/16/26 -- I dug a hole for the Kiowa blackberry. In the process, I discovered that the marionberry from last year has survived and is putting out leaves! \o/
Also, both pawpaw seedlings from last year have survived to leaf out. This is the first time I've gotten any to do that. :D 3q3q3q!!!
I've seen a fox squirrel at the hopper feeder.
4/16/26 -- I planted the Kiowa blackberry.
4/16/26 -- I planted the Flory Patio Peach at the north edge of the savanna.
4/16/26 -- I planted the two poppies by the barrel garden. One is sunshine yellow, the other a soft melon color.
4/16/26 -- I did a bit of work around the patio.
4/16/26 -- I hauled the last 6 concrete blocks out of the car.
4/16/26 -- I did more work around the patio.
As it is now dark, I am done for the night.
Today I am thankful for...
- My families (chosen and birth). Mostly my chosen family right now.
- My health problems not being worse. That's a very low bar, though.
- Tax filing extensions.
- Good weather (unlike Seattle yesterday).
- Support groups.
NO thanks for brain weasels, procrastination (brain sloths?), and companies that don't answer their damned email.
On the other hand, I am thinking of the times when I was dealing with a fairly professional set of meedja people either coming with their gear to interview me in my Former Workplace, or else having me in a studio nicely set up for the purpose.
Not recording a podcast from my own front room on my own computer and having to set up my own headphones and mike and feeling that the instructions about Settings could pertain a little closer to what I find there....
And adjust the curtains so that there was not a glare off the portrait photo of Dame Rebecca and all that sort of thing.
- the fact that the connection to Headphones was no longer saying Headphones might have been a clue that all was not entirely as it should be -
So anyway, when I got connected there was total silence and had to do a certain amount of jiggling around and changing the settings and anyway, did finally get to the stage where I was both audible and able to hear everyone else.
Though when I spoke the effect was, roughly speaking, of a 45 rpm single being played at 33 rpm, no, I have no idea why, they were fairly hopeful this could be sorted in editing.
The actual discussion went okay I think - other person who was there to be Nexpert is old(ish) mate who has just writ a book of relevance which cites me quite a bit.
But lo and behold, had a subsequent email from them expressing concern over the slurring issue in case it was Health Thing and should I see my GP, which was thoughtful, but really, it was TECHNOLOGICAL ISSUE. (I did not respond, hey, your image was looking really blurry and faint, are you feeling well? because I assumed that was their camera.)
Am feeling mildly knackered now, unlike the days when I would jaunt down to Broadcasting House, do my chat on Woman's Hour, and then go and do my normal day's work.
Of course, I was Younger then.