Category Archives: living in the Polis

Is all lost?

Things aren’t quite as they should be around the coun­try. Many of us are angry. Many of us are fear­ful for our safety, or that of our chil­dren. Many of us are wor­ried about what the future will hold. Many of us are miss­ing and mourn­ing loved ones. Many of us are dead. I ini­tially wrote

Running away from work to do your job

Even from far away across the great unde­fended fron­tier in Canada, I have for the past month been fol­low­ing the events in Wis­con­sin with more inter­est than I typ­i­cally grant polit­i­cal mat­ters. Partly this is curios­ity, partly per­sonal inter­est (my mother-in-law is a pub­lic school teacher in the state), and partly this story is more

All Things Must End (Even This Year)

And so another year comes to a close, and with it the first decade of this much-vaunted third mil­len­nium. A lot has hap­pened in these ten years. Some build­ings got knocked down by hijacked air­planes in 2001: that was quite a dire start to the decade. As a result — or using that tragic event

Electoral Malaise

I know I have said this before, but I’ll just go ahead and say it again: noth­ing deci­sively good (or deci­sive, period) can ever come out of the entrenched two-party sys­tem the Amer­i­can polit­i­cal process has set­tled into, seem­ingly immov­ably. The best that can ever be hoped for as it cur­rently oper­ates is this end­less,

Much Noise, To Little Effect

The value and impor­tance of “social media” and “social net­works” con­tinue to be major top­ics in all sorts of dis­course com­mu­ni­ties these days. Friend and fel­low blog­ger Andrew Miller drew my atten­tion today to a recent essay by Mal­colm Glad­well (“Small Change: Why the Rev­o­lu­tion Will Not Be Tweeted,” The New Yorker, 4 Octo­ber 2010)

Nine Years

It was a beau­ti­ful day in Sep­tem­ber, a bright blue morn­ing of promise and sun­shine. At least it was in Saint Paul, Min­nesota; from all the pic­tures it appeared to be just as gor­geous in Man­hat­tan, too. A far-away city to which I had never been, the unex­pected news from there that autumn morn­ing cast

Why Can’t Daniel Read?

I have been closely fol­low­ing the story of Daniel Hauser for the past few days, after ignor­ing it for at least a week of news cycles. What I ini­tially dis­missed as a sad story of no inter­est has become intensely emo­tional for me, as it became clear how very close to home this story was

Happy Repeal Day!

It was seventy-five years ago today that the mis­er­able exper­i­ment that was the Eigh­teenth Amend­ment came to an end, and the shut­tered brew­ing indus­try was allowed to strug­gle back to life in this coun­try. In recent years local water­ing holes have seized upon this date as their own Hall­mark hol­i­day, a snappy his­tor­i­cal mar­ket­ing oppor­tu­nity,

Election Day

It is no great secret (at least to those who have known me for many years) that I have not been a staunch believer in this the­ory of gov­ern­ment called democ­racy. There was a time, not so long ago, when a more impetu­ous and pre­ten­tious younger ver­sion of my self made free with very provoca­tive

Well, that’s over

I feel so proud of myself. I realised this morn­ing that I got through the whole day yes­ter­day with­out once say­ing “Happy Patriot Day” to any­one. The cer­tain knowl­edge that I could not have done so with any degree of sin­cer­ity prob­a­bly aided my restraint; I don’t know that I want to go around my