Muse in the Morning |
An Opened Mind XXXVI
Art Link Butterfly
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May 13 2009
Muse in the Morning |
An Opened Mind XXXVI
Art Link Butterfly
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May 12 2009
Muse in the Morning |
An Opened Mind XXXV
Art Link Layers
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May 11 2009
Muse in the Morning |
An Opened Mind XXXIV
Art Link Breaking Dreams
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May 08 2009
Muse in the Morning |
An Opened Mind XXXIII
Art Link Separation Point
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May 08 2009
Please follow this link to the full-sized photo. It’s as close as you’re likely to get to the fire. This photo gives me goose bumps. Gratitude.
May 07 2009
Muse in the Morning |
An Opened Mind XXXII
Art Link The Road
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May 06 2009
Muse in the Morning |
An Opened Mind XXXI
Art Link Contention
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May 05 2009
Muse in the Morning |
An Opened Mind XXX
Art Link Partisan
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May 04 2009
Muse in the Morning |
An Opened Mind XXIX
Art Link Trapping the Demon
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May 01 2009
Muse in the Morning |
An Opened Mind XXVIII
Art Link Circuit
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Apr 30 2009
Muse in the Morning |
An Opened Mind XXVI
Art Link Shell
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Apr 30 2009
crosspublished at the orange! 10am, ET
And the beat goes on.
After an extremely intense Torture News, (link to emptywheel’s Document Dump Timeline) week prior to this, these past few days have quieted down a bit. However, the noise makers continue to try to justify torture and we find ourselves sometimes in debates. I hope to take this week’s Action Diary to stress how important it is that we continue having conversations and yelling louder about the realities of the crimes that have been carried out in our names. And, if we must argue, can we please try to keep it civil, amongst ourselves, in the “progressive” sphere…? Please?
Like most of the others, I was a seeker, a mover, a malcontent, and at times a stupid hell-raiser. I was never idle long enough to do much thinking, but I felt somehow that my instincts were right. I shared a vagrant optimism that some of us were making real progress, that we had taken an honest road, and that the best of us would inevitably make it over the top. At the same time, I shared a dark suspicion that the life we were leading was a lost cause, that we were all actors, kidding ourselves along on a senseless odyssey. It was the tension between these two poles – a restless idealism on one hand and a sense of impending doom on the other – that kept me going.
~HST, The Rum Diary