Having The Right To Show Up And

Revolution Is A Phase, A Mood, Like Spring, And Just As Spring Has Its Buds And Showers, So Revolution Has Its Ebullience, Its Bravery, Its Hope, And Its Solidarity. Some Of These Things Pass.

The Oil Dinosaurs Want To Win So Badly In My Home State Because What Happens Here Matters Everywhere. The Nation Often Follows Where California Goes.

The Language Of Commerce Has Been Engineered To Describe The Overt Purpose Of A Thing, But Cannot Encompass Fringe Benefits Or Peripheral Pleasures. It Weighs The Obvious Against What In Its Terms Are Incomprehensible. When I Drive From Here To There, Speed, Privacy, Control, And Safety Are Easy To Claim. When I Walk, What Happens Is More Vague, More Ambiguous-and In Many Circumstances Much Richer. I Am Out In The World. It's Exercise, Though Not So Quantifiably As On A Treadmill In A Gym With A Digital Readout.

There Are Infinite Shades Of Grey. Writing Often Appears So Black And White.

Activism Is Not A Journey To The Corner Store. It Is A Plunge Into The Unknown. The Future Is Always Dark.