Got a cryptic text from a friend asking if I knew anybody who "could shut JFK down," and thought, that was weird. But then another responded to an invitation I sent out about a show I'm playing in Times Sq tonight that she was instead off to JFK for the protest. Huh, what's going on, I thought?
President Trump may be trying to silence the clean energy industry, but he's too late because it's already making lots of noise.
In jobs creation:
I wrote about the US Transgender Survey conducted by the National Center for Transgender Equality in early December.
Turns out there were enough respondents from Texas (nearly 1500) to glean some Texas-specific data.
I love when someone comes up with what to me are ideas I have never thought of or even considered. In this case I have known the effect of horrible (monsterous) architecture in communities and rejected it more than a half century ago in favor of log cabins, homemade adobe structures, and, here in the Caribbean, old style local wood shack design.
“You can keep your tired, your poor,
your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
the wretched refuse on your teeming shore.
Keep these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to yourselves,
I douse my lamp beside the bolted door.”
Hey, it's songday. I pick a song that I believe warrants it and publish an assortment of the covers of that song by various persons and or groups. Pick a few that are new to you and have a listen. It is also, of course, an open thread to talk about anything you feel like.
Today's song is: John Hardy
Eva Davis
I haven't seen one yet so if another person is working on one I'll take mine down
I am in Utah and we have been slammed with snowstorms for 5 days straight. Today was the first day I saw the sun in two weeks.
This is a heartbreaking and terrifying article. I hope you'll read the whole thing. The essayist writes very well, about things that are foreign to many of us. He is a retired social worker now living in the rural south and working on a PhD.
http://www.nakedcapitalism.com/2017/01/james-f-on-hatred-in-our-divided-...
I, too, am worried by our descent into prewar hatred. I had a friend from Dubrovnik in the’80s. She was a typical Yugoslav – half Croatian, quarter Serbian, and a quarter Russian. She was full of hope, smart, pretty, and heartbreakingly naïve. If she survived the war, I’m pretty sure my friend lost what made her a beautiful human being. She haunts me. Civil wars seem implausible until they start and then they follow the devil’s logic. People like my friend tend to die in them or turn into something less than they were in order to survive.
