I've been meaning to write about ...
the 20th anniversary of China's "spring of '89"
the disconnect modern people have from our politics, our food, our land, our communities, our relationships ...
the horror of knowing some of those pictures from Abu Ghraib Obama now refuses to release include the
rape of children... but it turns out that I never quite found time to do any of that. Can you blame me? It's true I don't get much time on the Internet, I don't have my own computer, my life is one continuous struggle and the state of California cut my benefits twice this year while my rent just went up, and I never had enough money to cover the bills even before that, but ...I really am sorry. I'll try to do better. If I don't write about these things, that's just one less voice that's trying to say that it *cares*, and it seems like a lonely wilderness out here ...