Man it is so hard to think about something to write about and find the motivation to actually write anything when everything everywhere is so terrifying. They flooded the zone with so much shit that there’s shit everywhere, all over, just pouring down, spraying up, getting deep into our joints, our hairs, between our fingers even. Shit all over.
So like every terrible blogger I guess I decided to just type out a stream of consciousness just hoping that it would lead to a point somewhere. Maybe it will? I don’t know.
Back in the TKTKs, when I was working for the college newspaper—I believe at the point I was a co-editor-in-chief (I may have been just the layout editor; it was TKTK years ago)—during a late-night copy-editing session, we went into the computer lab and discovered that you could, indeed, daisy-chain multiple keyboards over USB to an iMac. Two (or more) people could type at the same time! What a time to be alive. We decided that the issue’s editorial column would just be two of the editors (not me, I was too busy laughing at this) just using two keyboards to capture a conversation. Well, “conversation.” It was silly, we were way too tired, and found it way too funny. But it was content, and we were sorely lacking content that week. Well, probably month. We didn’t publish as much as we were supposed to. We were supposed to go to press every week, but I think we were lucky to get 12 issues out a year.
Anyways. Things seem really dire, don’t they. (At least) two terrible wars not just continuing, but seemingly escalating, a fascist in the White House doing fascist shit (at least when he’s not clearly declining), a congress that is half made of people cheering it on and half barely performing they don’t want it to happen (yes, there are exceptions!), and yeah, on top of that, another new war pops up. It’s hard to really even tell what to focus on when your eyeballs are covered in shit.
So, I think, maybe it’s time to not necessarily focus on everything that is falling apart, and maybe focus on what is working to build it back. The protests in LA and elsewhere are heartening, and there is supposed to be thousands of protests tomorrow. Maybe democracy is dead, but if it’s not, we can be energized by the actual operation of democratic action.
Whatever, it’s Friday (and the 13th, at that), so maybe you could just have a beer.
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