“The arc of the moral universe is long, but it bends toward justice” — Martin Luther King Jr.*
King spoke a very very very long long long time before police officer Derek Chauvin was today found guilty of three charges in the 2020 murder of George Floyd, suspected of the petty crime of passing a bogus $20 bill.
King also spoke of a dream for the United States. The idea of King’s dream — the idea that Americans of any colours can dare to dream big — seems a little more possible after today’s verdict.
And because the United States…
“No Dogs or Women.” “Ladies and Escorts.” Two doors, two signs, on a downtown Edmonton hotel. Seared into my memory in early childhood in the 1960’s, as I walked past the hotel with my father.
“We don’t take girls.” Dismissal by a Canadian Air Force recruiting officer, on careers day at my high school in Yellowknife, 1970s. No matter that at age 15 I’d already paid my own way to complete ground school and 12 hours of flight in a Cessna, and was just waiting for my 16th birthday to fly my first solo. No penis, no prospect.
A world weary of demented narcissistic braying awoke this morning to watch the inauguration of a new American administration. As the ritual commenced the world muttered — very softly, under its breath so as not to cast a hex on hope — anyone, anything, would be a welcome change from Donald Trump’s cult of chaos.
The world listened intently to the speeches of new President Joe Biden and Vice President Kamala Harris. It took its first easy breath in four years, but wondered, silently, will their words about unity mean anything?
“Let’s start afresh, all of us,” said Biden, and…
Leonard Cohen was right! “There’s a crack a crack in everything. That’s how the light gets in.” — from Anthem¹.
Torrential rain, almost unbearably wearying, forecast indefinitely, paused just as the sun went down on January 1. As it left, it slung one brief but hopeful beam of light out over Vancouver.
And, emerging from the deep dark grey murk of the Wet Coast in a monsoon, came a glimpse of a beautiful city, waiting for us.
This was my first and only picture of the first day of 2021. Uninterested in rain photos I almost gave up on the…
Good riddance, 2020. You leave us with grave loss, great divisions, a grievous awakening, and a whacking great reckoning. The future is murky. What next? A Happy New Year? Yes, please.
A few last finds from a troubled year:
From clever Boston Dynamics, a dance party. Laugh? Cry? You choose.
The pandemic will end, sooner or later. The collapse of livable Earth is the ongoing, and more serious challenge — and one a science consensus views as the root cause of this and more near-future pandemics. Environmental extraction and collapse is making our fragile civilizations increasingly precarious, and it…
“Happy Solstice,” a friend texted me today. “The shortest day of the longest fucking year of our lives.”
Yeah. That pretty much sums up 2020. I use the F word selectively, but if ever a year warranted it, it’s this one.
The Gregorian, human-made, calendar will banish this miserable year at midnight on Dec. 31 — but Solstice is the real turning point.
Solstice has always been my turning point. As a northerner. having grown so far North that the sun barely graced the horizon each December, Winter Solstice was cause to cheer. The Latin “Sol” with “sistere” describes the…