a day
Spent the day looking for clothes to wear to a wedding. I am too wide for the suits at the second hand shops. But I ended up with two nice pieces that fit and will work just fine.
Shopping for clothes may never not be weird for me. Oh well. Here are some drawing resources, thoughts about third spaces on the web and an essay about new forms of Luddism.
A question that is always worth asking about stories of social change is where they begin and end. Does the story of the French Revolution end with Napoleon, the independence of Haiti, or the fall of Vichy? Did the civil rights movement begin with Rosa Parks on a bus, or with the strikes of sleeping-car porters, or with the songs and whispers among slaves? Have we heard the last, really, of movements like the Arab Spring or Occupy Wall Street? When we draw and redraw those lines, movement histories impart very different messages.
Recently a friend asked if I was writing a newsletter again. I am sorely tempted, but I can not do what I did back then. Time does not permit.