I don’t know how to write anymore. I’ve been trying to reboot this blog for over a year, and I find I just can’t because I don’t know how to write anymore. What even is writing? Everything I try is either too self-pitying or too self-aggrandizing. Opinions are too narrow and never informed enough. What is truth? What is self? I don’t want this to be my self. I don’t like this self, sometimes. Is changing myself the same is changing the truth? Maybe truth and the self is irrelevant. The self is always changeable. So, who do I want to be then?
That’s pretty much the mantra for the year, isn’t it? Literally, the world is burning up. Politically, I’ve never been more discouraged.
“You never change things by fighting the existing reality. To change something, build a new model that makes the existing model obsolete.”
What is the moral of the hit podcast S-town? Rarely has a story given you so many options.
I’m here to remind us of our environmental, anti-war, and freedom of speech victories that people on both side of the aisle accomplished despite corporate corruption of government and career politicians.
Everyone will find different ways to make their truth heard. Sometimes those truths clash. How can we solve those without violence?
A complete corporate coup d’etat. A takeover of the state and a reemergence of divine power only rivaling that of long dead kings and popes. And the verdict? It’s worse than we imagined.
Climate change. Such an innocent word. Unlike war there are not a handful of people responsible. In a way, we are all responsible, and then none of us are.
I don’t get it. You realize that you sound like religious zealots, right?
Complex societies require complex politics, which again require a highly educated public. We have neither. We have simpleton politicians, half of which claim to hate government, and a corporate media news circus that breaks everything down to the lowest common denominator.