February 22, 2021 · 12:24 PM
Huh. Whaddya know? I started this blog a little over ten years ago.
It means what we make it mean.
Temporal milestones offer opportunities to reflect. On origins, evolution, current state, and potential future (or lack thereof). Not least on temporality itself. Decades come fore me more swiftly these days. Ten years since high school, college; then 15. Coming up on 20. I am as old as my parents were. Again. The years whip by, significance ever elusive. How am I old enough to have been friends with some people for a quarter century? Old enough for my youngest cousins, people I remember as babies, to be getting hitched? Such revelations come for us all.
But that is immaterial to this blog and its original project, which was to have a space for my brain to continue thinking anthropologically, historically, critically. To turn analytical tools on the culture I live in. To rail against insidious injustices.
In September, briefly, I decided to be more intentional about focusing on the good. The positive. What was going well. Fell off that wagon quickly, but it’s a wagon worth catching up with. For those of us with a cynical kneejerk, who find negativity and complaint to be cozy bedfellows, however hungover they make the rest of our travels through life, training our attention on positive aspects of reality takes a lot of work. It is reminding ourselves, over and over, to breathe and think of something good. And it turns out, there are many parts of life that attract this attention and warrant gratitude. I continue to relearn this lesson.
One project I’m devoting more attention to these days than this neglected blog:
- Lost is Found (Every object has a life story; are you listening?)
Blogs, if they persist, change with their creators. I am not who I was ten years ago. Thank goodness. Hopefully I have retained and am adopting what’s of service to the universe.
Along with focusing as much as I can on what is good in life, I am trying to orient toward this thought:
We matter to those who love us.
What we create matters most to the people who already know and love us.
The rest is gravy.
December 31, 2015 · 9:26 AM
The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2015 annual report for this blog. I am being ultra-lazy and posting it for a largely uninterested posterity. Thank you to all my readers–human and spam-bot alike–who have made the past year in blogging a memorable and thought-provoking one.
Here’s an excerpt:
A San Francisco cable car holds 60 people. This blog was viewed about 2,600 times in 2015. If it were a cable car, it would take about 43 trips to carry that many people.
Click here to see the complete report.
June 19, 2015 · 12:12 PM
In the wake of the racist, terrorist murders committed Wednesday night, it’s critical not only to center the lives that were lost, but also to be there for those who are left, hurting. To listen. To believe when someone says they experience violence on an everyday basis.
Wednesday night wasn’t isolated. It came from somewhere. From a culture of white supremacy.
It’s crucial to try to understand those without the power of culture’s dominant perspective. To know we are all complicit in these premeditated atrocities. To speak out against it. To work for justice.
As the author of the post shared below commented, “We all need to do more to undo this silence.”
So let’s hear that and believe it. Let’s all do more. Online. In person. Starting now. Our culture of hate won’t change unless we change what we’ve been doing. Let your voices shatter the silence and rebuild a better world for all.
Reblogged with the author’s permission.
Dark, On the Prairie
I’m tired but I can’t get myself to sleep. I didn’t sleep much last night either. I sit at my desk in my bedroom. Outside it’s dark, warm, and humid. I can’t rest; I can’t sit still; my mind keeps turning and turning, spinning like the blades of a windmill in the face of an approaching storm.
It’s the mask, you see. I can feel it on my flesh, on my face. And it’s slipping. I can’t remember a time when I was so aware of it, that mask of the safe, calm, educated brown man and the pulsing sensations of the black man underneath. Maybe “mask” is the wrong word. Maybe “second skin” would be better. It’s not fake, not studied. Just a kind of shield to help me deal with the white world that swirls around me.
Most of the time, it’s not a struggle. We all, I…
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March 25, 2015 · 11:22 AM
Another insightful essay from Anne Theriault on gendered social pressure and how to break the cycle of shaming women who have children. READ THIS.
The Belle Jar
Earlier today, Lydia Lovric, a Montreal-based “columnist, talk-radio host, stay-at-home mom,” wrote a scornful response to piece from 2013 about why Sasha Emmons chooses to work outside of the home. Don’t ask me why Lovric is responding to a two year old article, because I’m as baffled as you are. I’m sure she has her reasons, such as maybe she some type of wizard who exists outside of the linear bounds of time and space; this would explain why she is writing about the evils of mothers who work outside the home in 2015.
You guys, it’s 2015. It has been two thousand and fifteen years since the alleged birth of Christ and we are still having this goddamn argument about whether or not a mother is morally obligated to stay home with her kids, should finances permit. And as much as it’s tempting to write off Lovric as a Throw-Back Thursday with…
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September 1, 2013 · 10:16 AM
It’s high time I declared the woeful neglect of this blog a “hiatus,” doncha think?
(Plenty of ideas and posts in the docket, just no time/motivation to make them palatable.)
Hope to return…eventually.