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On Buzzfeed’s front page this morning:
I watch my fair share of BF’s comedy videos, and they do a lot of well-researched and eminently readable news reporting as well. However, that can make for some very odd juxtapositions.
The age of new media. Whatcanyoudo.
I’ve mostly avoided blogging about the election this year because ew. But this little controversy as reported at GQ online got my attention:
[. . .] Trump blithely ignor[ed] local ordinances so he could put a big, [expletive] flagpole up at the Mar-A-Lago club, with his lawyers stating—with a straight face—that a smaller flag “would fail to appropriately express the magnitude of Donald J. Trump’s . . . patriotism”
Ah ha ha ha, as the masses say. If the end of America truly is nigh (apocalypse metaphors are quel en vogue these days) then at least we’ll go out with a bang.
You do not know luxury for what it is–until you suffer and lack for life’s necessities. Then (and only then) does value become personal–and aspirational.
On the greyest days,
each draw of breath seems inadequate to living.
Waiting for air becomes an excruciating task.
The suffering commensurate to this world
is only tragic because of its beauty,
the symmetry of birth and death,
of joy and misery,
hunger and stillness.
I try to loosen my grasp then,
for what feels full is the most bereft
if it traps you there, preserved,
obsolete.
At any rate, work has been crazy lately, so I apologize for the lack of posts. I will resume posting and reading your blogs again soon and in earnest. Happy Monday 🙂
Immense, untrammeled spaces
tell us nothing: what is, was,
may yet be.
My world wraps tightly around me.
–I’m free.
