And I Remember How It Was

When we were dancing that first time.

Surrounded by old photographs, and new ones.  Mules, a porch, and three fledglings, in a reclaimed frame.  There were colored lights, uncrossed arms, and exceptional uncertainty.  Not fleeting or temporary.

Undebatable.  Like an address, or a name.

Or the way an E tripped into an M.  In 1965, and again in 1969.

Dancing, yes, but not on some dance floor- we postponed that business.  In favor of umbrellas.  Just in case.  Gotta keep one eye on the horizon.  Or something like that.

Only lately did it occur to me that there is more than one horizon.  Seems important.

Let’s just build a fire,
You can drink your warm red wine.

My Name is Greta Thunberg

We all need to be Greta Thunberg.  Before it’s too late.

Our civilization is being sacrificed for the opportunity of a very small number of people to continue making enormous amounts of money. Our biosphere is being sacrificed so that rich people in countries like mine can live in luxury. It is the sufferings of the many which pay for the luxuries of the few.

Clown Show: Budget Edition


“Budget proposals always involve some guesswork into the unknowable, and administrations routinely massage numbers to their political advantage. But this proposal is unusually brazen in its defiance of basic math, and in its accounting discrepancies amounting to trillions-with-a-t rather than mere millions or billions.”

(via Politico)