Adrift on stormy seas Where is home? It is nowhere and everywhere. It is in the bombed buildings of Sumy in Ukraine. You think - what a beautiful street. Now filled with people fighting to save lives. Broken trees. Blasted walls. A hand sticks out from under a coverlet, to protect the modesty of the … Continue reading Protesting, Week Five
Fighting back against abuse I just saw a video posted of someone giving a talk to young people. They asked if anyone who knew of someone, including themselves, who had been the victim of sexual abuse could stand. Most of the auditorium stood. Then they asked if those who knew the crime had been reported … Continue reading Protesting, Week Four
Standing in the snow adds a certain certainty Protesting. This week’s recap. It was snowing today. Almost icy rain, but the sky smiled upon us and rain that had blown through in the early morning was now snow. Easier to hold a paper sign in the snow, although I was splashed by a truck going … Continue reading Protesting, Week Three
Another protest. A sunny day. More people, in a different spot, lining the road, as has been done successfully in Vermont to protest Vance, and in Maine, and in other places. In a car-driven society, strength is measured in feet and miles. Everything here must be visible on your way to somewhere else and big … Continue reading Watch Us
A small protest on a sunny day in a small town Where to begin. What to say. Quick - grab their attention. Hi! Over here! The small, or not so small suburban town I live in provides a neat microcosm of the country, in the same way that the job I currently have is an … Continue reading Where to Begin
Liberty facing weakness. Since I was a child, I was either neglected or bullied. My superpower as a child was not asking questions, but watching everything unfold. There’s too much editing going on in my head. Where to give voice to the silenced child. Where to unleash the angry adult. When I watched the nightmare … Continue reading This Is Not a Game
I feel the hand of AI getting closer. How can it be a hand, you say? I just read an article where AI was used for analysis because of its soi-disant distance from human interference. Take that AI. Two languages. Really? Because I see the hand of those who take oppression so for granted, it … Continue reading A New Religion
Today, the feast of St. Stephen. Boxing Day. In the USA, another day. It’s still quieter though – that’s something. Today I had a moment where I realized a deep feeling of sadness and kindness towards America – the one I glimpsed in moments, the faces who stared back at me. Perhaps it is the … Continue reading Look After Each Other
Another Sunday. And while reading an elegantly written review by Olivia Laing of Wifedom in The Guardian – another hero hit the bricks. One tends to believe that those devoted to social justice and unveiling the manipulations of society would be removed from treating others, particularly their women partners, badly, though why I would believe … Continue reading Heroes in the Bin
Which page to start on? You don’t have those issues with a computer. Should we be thinking about tactile objects more? Is there a danger living too much in a virtual or as they say in food, super processed, world? So many smells, tastes, and now thoughts and images are artificial, that is to say, … Continue reading Humanizing the demonic
