Saturday, 7 March 2015

"First World problems"

The only way to make your environment, your job, your friends, your family, your past or your city better is to make yourself better. I love this video because it mediates the lyrics, building something much broader that's at peace. Instead of pointing out the flaws of others, they zoom in on Fink and the band becomes a mess of pores, sweat, motion, stress. 

"You don't want to hurt yourself, hurt yourself
By looking too closely."

Of course the intention is that we, the listeners, do just that; because that's what Fink is doing. And hurt is inevitable, as they say, but suffering is optional.

Friend face

After many years of trying to conduct myself as ethically, authentically and articulately as possible on social media, I have concluded that the medium is too deeply flawed.  Sometimes it is a wild place where great and subtle things can be said and done; much, much more often it is like a casino whose slot machines pay out only joy enough to keep us dimly hopeful and coming back. I will continue this blog which is where the best of me is distilled online. I can do better. We can do better.

Friday, 16 January 2015

"Voice in Headphones" is the best tribute to Bjork I know of, even with its awkward first couplet. In fact, the song is both powerful answer to and antidote for the vulnerable voice. "It's not meant to be a strife/It's not meant to be a struggle uphill."


Thursday, 23 October 2014

The Light on the Hill

Gough Whitlam was a great man and one of the abiding inspirations of my life. My childhood home had photos of him. We are not a religious family but we are a family who believes in fairness even when it is uncomfortable to do so. I am deeply sad that Gough is gone.

Friday, 17 October 2014

To be called an optimist by a chance acquaintance at the end of a very hard week is high praise.

Saturday, 27 September 2014

Sunday School

I saw a pick-up truck at the public market today with a bumper sticker of a stick figure family consisting of different sized guns.

I was struck suddenly by the knowledge that such defense systems used by the pro-gun lobby- angry, blindly hateful bumper stickers- are very similar to the defense systems used by some of the faux-menacing young urban black men I walk or ride by in my neighborhood.

In almost all cases the people behind the defenses  are nice people and any sincere effort to say 'hi' causes the defenses to fade out. And both sides have so much to talk about: guns, guns and more guns.

If only they knew how alike they are. I wish both sides knew how much public funding goes in to taking care of the victims of their understandable mistrust of publicly-funded authority.