Our dreams will never love us back precisely because they are our dreams. Only you and I can love each other, and we cannot afford to let anything else usurp that responsibility.
On the meaning of "self-care" in a burning world.
In re: "People care as much or more about their identity and having it validated as they care about material interests."
When we talk about the ugly asymmetries in modern politics -- one side is far less sane than the other, let's face it -- talk arises of whether or not said people are in fact out of their minds.
"I keep thinking," my friend said, "that if only I'd done more, we wouldn't be in this mess we're in now." Were they right?
Title tells it.
Just a few things as the First Tuesday In November approaches.
Why "they're all terrible" is the philosophy of suckers.
Two cheers for democracy, and all that.
On the largely ineffectual ways we've grappled with the corruption of public morals.
Why spam scams are illiterate by design: to weed out the skeptical and keep the suckers.
If I could sum up the problem of modern politics in only a few words, it would be this: the asymmetry of the motivations of the participants.
On those who believe in incremental solutions -- progressive and conservative alike -- and those who believe in burning the whole house down and starting over.
None of this happened overnight. Neither will overcoming it.
Why Steven Pinker's encomium to an improving world falls so flat.
On how the conspiracy theory mindset stems from emotional torment.
On blogging while angry.
On very stable geniuses and the like.
On politics in literature, again.
Let's waste less time trying to argue people out of something they were never argued into to begin with.
On politics in literature, spoken and unspoken (and a few other things).
I hope people will not assume my silence over the last few days indicates any kind of assent to the situation unfolding around us. I've been busy with some mundane things -- my day job has put that many more...
Artists can be politically outspoken, but are not automatically astute for being so.
If I'm not talking, it's because I'm listening. Or at least trying to.
it isn't political unpalatability that makes for bad art, but the narrowing of the mind that often goes with it.