A question I keep wrestling with … Energy reports are all fine and good, but what the fuck good are they when the world is burning? Why do I care about where the moon is today when some [white] punk can kill people in a crowd and then go home? It’s something I keep coming back to, and I’m not going to jump into “love and light”. What I do know, is that I need to be in both places. I need to be pissed off and fighting for what’s right – which for me, means voting, educating myself, confronting …
Messy Rules. They’re Awesome.
On my way in to the library the other day, I wondered what their food rules are, and whether I needed to smuggle in my water bottle. So I went looking for a sign with rules. [At the local library, you can’t throw your stuff everywhere, get naked, or pop popcorn. This must be why children under 10 need to be supervised.] And there it was: “Do not: Consume food or drink that creates a nuisance.” Now this might seem like no big deal, sandwiched between typical “don’t smoke” and “don’t expose yourself” rules. But it caught me dead in …
Letting Go
I’m sitting oceanside at the Oregon coast this morning, wondering about how if some global catastrophe (natural or otherwise) struck, and humankind was largely wiped out, how long it’d take the earth to come back into balance (my guess is, not very long in the grand scheme of things). You know, light vacation ponderings. But it also highlights to me how much of our work we create for ourselves. If we found ourselves knocked back to a time where survival was the primary goal, how many things would we stop giving energy to every day? I’d imagine it’d be most …