In the dead of night, wanting to shave a few precious seconds off my walk home, I decided to cut through the parking lot. That was the first time I saw him.
It’s interesting, if not scary, that you can teach at Harvard, have a massive body of academic work and lose your ability to write – yet still be published by the Globe.
American justice, conducted by swarming men with guns, asks how much good can be done with evil results before it’s all evil, how much good compensates for evil.
“What if the people we elected didn’t get to make decisions for us? What if a tight-knit group of plucky artists, visionaries and homeowners made the decisions instead?”
Renters pay enormous sums for energy, money that is redistributed to homeowners in the suburbs – like we found a way to have socialism, but only for those who have capital.
I got several warnings from friends that I shouldn’t go to Fluff Fest, Union Square’s annual celebration dedicated to Marshmallow Fluff. I declined to listen. I wanted to like it.
Politicians are real people who can cry and laugh and certainly try to do both. Feel free to be moved but remember that they have no idea you're watching.