Author: ps pirro

• History Is Not Inanimate

  This past Wednesday a Tennessee legislator stood up in the Tennessee chambers and stated that the Civil War has not ended. That it is still…

• October

  The maple trees along my street hold on to green leaves that ought to be red by now and yellow like the sun that won’t…

• Indiana: It’s Not That Bad!

  I read Alan Lightman’s Probable Impossibilities and sat for a while with the notion of an indifferent universe. I decided I was pretty okay with…

• I’d Rather Not Be So Complicit

  If you hate the system, and you reject what it represents, and you are against the hierarchies and societal organization it perpetuates, and already regret…

• It’s the Intermediaries

  Jon Michael Greer writes about what he calls the metastatic growth of intermediation, a phrase that furrowed my brow for a bit until I worked…

• The Fate of Peasants

  At what point will we call the folks fleeing the drought-stricken west and southwest “climate refugees”? And are they really going to Duluth, or is…

• The Last Ivory-Bill

  Over mugs of coffee at my coffeehouse some 20 years ago, my friend Ricky said, apropos of nothing, “I’ve seen an ivory-billed woodpecker.” At the…

• Activated

  This weekend is the Women’s March, happening in Washington, D.C., and in cities around the world, a reprise of the 2017 March that took place…

• September Links

  I’m trying something new here, devoting the last Sunday post of the month to the sharing of a handful of links that piqued my interest…

• Slack 2.0

  We slipped into autumn overnight. This afternoon’s high temperature was 15 degrees lower than yesterday, and the rain is no longer warm. The cats want…