WhatWeBethinking

So much has happened since my last post. I won't spend time recapping. What I'll say now is that I think there still can be a case of hope in the midst of all that is happening. Please know that these ideas are taken completely from elsewhere.  Many of my previous posts have ranted and raved about the decline of social capital and the lack of civic engagement in our society. I think this has drastically changed. It's improved out of necessity and improved over the very stark realities and societal context in which we're operating. Being under the grips of the most right-wing, overtly racist, embarrassing, disgraceful, destructive regime surely has woken up many.  And this matters. It matters so much now that we're organizing. That we can find a common narrative or story about what we need to do to survive and persist. It matters that we have young people who have survived traumas that they shouldn't have ever been exposed to and are now rapidly o...

Look. I'm by no means an ideal citizen and certainly not one to be listened to for very long or really at all. I also will be writing things about stuff which really I don't know much about. But I got urges. We all do. You're gonna hear about them. That being said, I'd like to talk with all y'all about why I like newspapers. When I first started reading them, I found them cumbersome.  I can lose pages often. Trying to get to page A 4 or G 9 took some time. Sometimes I spilled barbecue sauce on them. But with practice, I developed some skills in maneuvering each wispy page of the Boston Globe or the New York Times . I enjoyed taking the news on the T . It would make my journeys to Cambridge or Downtown Crossing feel worthwhile and I would exit the subterranean layer of Boston's transit system a little wiser then which I entered. The paper was big and I had somewhat of a fort that I could reside in which made me feel safe in some Freudian w...