Rebecca Solnit: Please, radical leftists, spare us the bitterness and negativity; we need hope and incremental victories and you provide neither
I have to say, with yesterday’s ruling to uphold Obamacare, today’s ruling on same sex marriage rights, and then he sings “Amazing Grace” in the Charleston eulogy— next? I’m hoping for gun control. This President just today, in my opinion, has joined the hallowed halls of the far-and-few-between “greatest” USA Presidents.
Sometimes it is hard just to get started. My turtle-like nature is especially slow on the uptake. I am wondering if I have any readers at all these days, for the bar graph shows a substantial drop in visitors. Never meant to be competing with the glossy, picture-rich blogesphere; only meant to have a place to go on a daily basis where can post what I am reading and share my thoughts on occasion. My intention remains, and yet the randomness of my practice has not reached that steady trained station of “habit.” That is the challenge for someone who’s life has been pretty much a long series of improvisations, for each day I awake in a fog and think, what day is it? What am I doing today?
I have had a lot of time– too much lose and lanky time (I suppose)– to ponder what it is I want to be doing. I have my rituals, but habit in the sense of a rigorous routine practiced daily is something I keep adding to my “to-do” list. Silly, because it IS the root of what I need to DO to get things DONE.
Finally, my videos are no longer in these posts. Some people (a very few) have perused the history of my posts and made comments. I need to re-post the videos. I plan to make a short film from the videos I’ve taken of my father, because these I think are really what my life has been about these past two years since I returned from Philly. And other things too, such as the confusing and challenging process of trying to figure out what to do with my *life* next. Oh, and other things too– including the painfully slow extraction process (like removing a particularly stubborn sliver) towards becoming a “single” woman again.
Wow. All I’ve got to say about that is, when it happens you KNOW. It really is like a sliver– when it’s out, it’s out. You breath a sigh of relief; you forget it was ever there. You get on with your life. And this is where I’m at now.
So, readers, do not abandon me now. I agree, it’s been a long time since I vowed to make this my daily writing habit place. It’s been waylayed by a multitude of sins, to quote Larry Graham. (Graham Central Station, “Love Covers a Multitude of Sins”), and other factors, banal as they are.
Some good information for that ready-respond when someone tries to tell you global climate change ain’t the truth.
I recommend listening to the entire podcast. Fascinating research on Alzheimer’s and aging of the brain in general.
This memory just popped into my head while listening to my “classic soul” playlist (Troubleman by M. Gaye came on).. that I had made a *decoupage* (remember those?) in my seventh grade woodshop class of “Sweetback” (god only knows what became of it).. I burned the image into wood of a black man with a big Afro and captioned it “Sweetback,” but I had never to this day seen the movie! Of course I also didn’t know that this film was “required viewing” by the Black Panthers. So, I googled it tonight and came up with many Youtube links, but this one is the only sample that shows footage from the actual movie and not just trailers.. WOW. I never knew that this so-called “blaxploitation” film was scored by a band later to be known as “Earth, Wind & Fire.” I never even owned the Stax 45 record, so where in the hell did I get this image? I can only attribute it to my older sisters, probably Theresa D Brewer, who most likely got to see the movie (just like my sister Debra got to see Jimmie Hendrix at the Ventura Fairgrounds).. and “we” (meaning me and my twin Kathryn Villeneuve) were forbidden to go to these events.. however, the power of memory is enhanced by suggestion, and with these images I have not forgotten these events I never actually got to see! Until now, that is. [Warning: This scene depicts a black man killing two white cops, and is violent– though not any more violent than a Quentin Tarantino movie!]
Friends in NYC: this is a must see! Dang, wish I could teleport myself there
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