November 2009
4 posts
On distraction, and ideas
Today I had a great idea for a story. But no paper on which to write it. I head to the bookshelf to pull one of those journals people always give me, not knowing I generally only write in Moleskins, or just a legal pad. I pull what I think is an Italian leather journal from the shelf, brought back as a gift from some European adventure, and open it excitedly. A hundred dollar bill falls out. ...
Looking Into The Past That Looked Into The Future...
The other day I found an old journal of mine from seven years ago. It was only a quarter full, and then ended abruptly. A year later I picked it up to only write one more entry. The journal starts with first observations of delicate and strong hands, that I still love to examine, and the new learnings of a now pertinently familiar voice. The same smile stretched when comment was made about my...
On Rock and Roll, Resistance and Policy
Lately I’ve had numerous causes to try to explain to people how I view social justice and the interlinking nature of progressive politics. (These conversations have happened in early early morning meetings in government buildings, where we are brainstorming strategies around an ideal upcoming jobs bill, or working on health care reform, but one of these conversations also took place back...
