Monday, February 12, 2018

Truth is red-tagged

If the first casualty of war is truth, and since truth is red-tagged, even though it's a logically inaccurate conclusion, I'd say we are a war - Donald Trump v [    ].  Even more disturbing is wondering why I am surprised.

Tuesday, February 6, 2018


My college classmates have a project, to draft our own obituaries and share them with each other now, online, while we are still here. 

The obits of others that I read seem of a piece, reflecting lives with a consistency and focus. And maybe after I'm dead, my life will also look that way. 

But now, from my perspective, the lead keeps changing. 

If I had been writing ten years ago, my emphasis would have been my global advocacy. If I were to write tomorrow, I would start with my involvement in solutions to our local shelter crisis. And if I'd written six months ago, I would have underscored how I'd reflected and chosen localism as my best resistance and had decided to participate actively in (almost only) city politics and projects. 

So I'm stuck.

I've written the middle years part. I've not yet added family. I'm wanting an organizing thread. Mark me incomplete.