Crossing my fingers for John and Fiona Prine (and everyone else, and myself… but right now, John Prine and family).
It's getting better?
The Internet is getting better (yes, parts of it, or the people and businesses behind it continue to be rubbish) with all this… enjoying catching-up with what Kottke.org and LaughingSquid.com (some old school aggregation and curation) have corralled over the past week. Digging Brian May’s Instagram posts. There are many little reasons to hope. For now I’m focusing on individual creativity and sharing.
(Without devolving into a power politics analysis, we gotta do more than hope. Gotta keep naming the whole thing and realizing we have barely maybe begun to fight for the thing that could bring everything else that gives reason to hope down. But we gotta give ourselves breaks too. And create. I’m so stuck… I’ve forgotten how.)
Our (the U.S.’s) late-December 2019/January for the SARS-CoV-2/COVID-19 for the Climate Crisis was 30-40 years ago.
On compromise
Some compromises slow things down in order to turn a path forward into manageable steps and gain traction for each one, affording for inclusion, time for everyone to learn, agree, disagree, adjust, correct — iterate. That’s nice when there’s time and good faith.
It’s hard, can be complicated, full of nuance and tolerance of opposing skepticism or inclinations, harder for those with strong convictions, clarity of vision, and particularly the preponderance of data.
These are noble compromises.
Some compromises are not in good faith. They are pantomimes and designed to run out the clock. They’re exploits of vulnerabilities in whatever the established rules are. They’re worthless at best and weapons at worst — a dogma of centrism and “pragmatism” (for whom?) shielding greed.
I am sometimes very afraid we’re going to run out the clock.
Or we already have but our warped sense of time and consequences means we perceive the inevitable as in an indeterminite future?
Game over.
System crash.
Time has passed, stuff happened
Plenty has happened since I last bothered to post here.
I got to travel a bit more, my wife gave birth to our son, I’ve been mucking around on the preview of Planetary, I got promoted.
I’ve gotten overwhelmed, stuck, unstuck, stuck again.
Working on it.
Woodford in the solstice sunset.
Just the neighborhood apostolic house of god. NE DC.
I am trying to stay out of the little loops that steal time and presence; to enjoy the things I actually enjoy without getting trapped — by those things or by distractions.
Tonight finished some TV (or TV-like) stuff I have really enjoyed and then felt relieved. No rush to start something new. I did feel the need to read — newsletters and rss feeds, open browser tabs. I did. I also closed and rejected things I could not complete. I felt better.
Nourished and unburdened.
I confronted the urge to ignore tomorrow and took a peek. I might be better prepared because of it and able to sleep sooner.
This loop metaphor I’m running with is @craigmod’s about getting trapped, not attaining @randsinrepose.com’s flow. Staying outside the little loops gives you a chance at flow.
This town (Washington, DC) is a shitshow and it’s only too hip to know and to not know.
An election shouldn't be anything like a horse race
“The handicappers influence the betting … the horserace coverage is more distorted than ever.” My only quibble w/this analysis is it was too extreme long ago in parallel w/media consolidation & declines in media literacy. www.wnycstudios.org/story/on-…
Thunder From the Mountains
Really digging this Orson Welles radio play about Benito Juarez and the Mexican resistance to French imperialism being aired tonight on an NPR affiliate. I’m sure it’s a flawed telling of the history, but I dig Welles and its a more in depth telling of what Cinco de Mayo is an observation of than most mentions in broadcast media now.
Sundown in Cane Beds, Arizona.
Sad that many of the people I’d most like to share and interact with in a rebooted, perhaps more ethical, social media are so uninterested in trying, given their experience with the crassness of Facebook, Twitter, etc (and many of their users).
The shadow of The Sundial falls across Zion Canyon to Twin Brothers and The East Temple at sunset.
