Hey anyone still checking this site, thanks! I haven’t given up here. It’s a long story but I am going to be posting at this new location from now on. This site will be archived (it’ll stay online but not be updated anymore). See you over there hopefully.
Historically, pandemics have forced humans to break with the past and imagine their world anew. This one is no different. It is a portal, a gateway between one world and the next.
We can choose to walk through it, dragging the carcasses of our prejudice and hatred, our avarice, our data banks and dead ideas, our dead rivers and smoky skies behind us. Or we can walk through lightly, with little luggage, ready to imagine another world. And ready to fight for it.
If that isn’t the headline of the decade, then perhaps the first sentence deserves some kind of award (if not the story itself): “These weren’t the kind of clowns you want to mess with.”
Toronto’s founder was an abolitionist who was assigned to suppress a slave rebellion in Haiti.
This echoes the previous article. It’s an interesting mess, and these sorts of issues remind me of similar problems with folk music: there are a million versions, no one knows which one came first, and perhaps, from some angles… it doesn’t matter? It is frustrating when someone other than the creator is making money, though.
A 14-year-old in Atlanta created one of the biggest dances on the internet. But nobody really knows that.
It’s not really that unsettling, it’s the argument that turnout is paramount, and it’s very positive for the dems.
“Over a sweater, he wore a navy-blue suit, the fly of the pants unzipped.”