1.18.2017

on the street where i live

I believe this. I really do. I can't love everybody, though, without my nearest and dearest suffering neglect. Just ask anybody in public service or social work or teaching or activism—or journalism. Nor can I love in the abstract. I can only hope that loving those nearby will ripple out into into the wider world. I can try to do the other thing, though. I am trying to think of a person I hate, and at the moment can't call one to mind. Trying not to hate in the abstract—that's harder. Especially now.
#invasionoftheswampthings #rulingclasssansclass #inauguration #congress
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4 comments:

Anonymous said...

I have nominees.

January 19, 2017 12:42 AM
Belva said...

I'll comment on your previous post.... I've been trying to grow bitter melon
for years and haven't yet succeeded. How do you do that?

January 19, 2017 2:49 AM
CBA said...

You are getting too cerebral. You are worrying me. What's with all the introspection? Not like you.

January 19, 2017 9:31 AM
Claudia said...

@Belva I did it by accident. I had a bitter melon (search blog post "the bitter truth")that I didn't cook quickly enough and it split open. I just planted the seeds. It was summer, and I had been told they like hot weather. However the ones I planted in full sun did not come up (maybe too dry?) while the ones I planted in the shade did. I then transplanted it into a pot and brought it to the city where it sits in my windowsill in the cold. Go figure. I am going to try to get more seeds and plant earlier this year.

January 19, 2017 11:58 AM

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