I wrote a long post about the Neverending Saga and then I reminded myself no one cares and I deleted it. What might you care about? A dog? One of them ate part of my leather purse. I need a new purse now. There’s no way to know which dog, so I’m not blaming this one. This is just a recent photo of Jack in which he seemed to be deep in thought. It was taken before the Incident of the Purse.
Here’s the playlist for what I’ve listened to during writing sessions on Thurs/Fri/today.
Sinéad O’Connor: “I Do Not Want What I Haven’t Got” and “Am I Not Your Girl?”; The Paris Sisters, “I Love How You Love Me Plus 30 More Hits”; Pancho’s Lament: Self-Titled, “Leaving Town Alive,” and “3 Sides To Every Story.”
And if you look at the below meme-ish things and wonder why I’m putting them here, I’m wondering who’s benefitting from all the hate being stirred up toward certain groups of people.
I’m wondering why it’s so easy to make people ridicule and hate and threaten and assault targeted groups.
I’m wondering why seeing “tHInk oF tHe chILDRen” is not an immediate red flag that someone is being manipulative.
If you think I’m suddenly “woke,” I just did the most cursory search of this blog and pulled up references calling out the “CHILDREN!!!” battlecry in 2006 and 2007, and then I stopped looking.
None of the things I stand for or believe are new. I’ve been trying to educate myself about things that set off my internal THIS IS WRONG warning light since for sure 1970. I’ve discussed most of them repeatedly on this public forum since 2004.
Plenty of times I’ve been guilty of saying or repeating stupid things because I was ignorant. I’m flawed, and I’ll never claim otherwise. I’ve also said on here that the one thing I can always attempt is to “be better, do better,” and I mean not just for one month or one day or after a front-page atrocity, but every day.
If I can’t be me…well, apparently I can be a huge cast of characters, but most of them will have within them either traces of me, or the me I might hope to be, or somebody else’s “me” that I’ve admired.
