Pandemic Notes: Leaders in a time of crisis have a much greater responsibility.

I’ve only got a short note this evening. This odd, trying time is teaching me that leadership is interesting and weird. I spoke with a wise friend, Dina, a couple of weeks ago about what makes good leaders. And our exploration lead me to think more and more about the fact that I don’t actuallyContinue reading “Pandemic Notes: Leaders in a time of crisis have a much greater responsibility.”

Pandemic Notes: the shockwaves of future grief are so great, they’re already propagating into my here, now.

So, tonight, I’ve experienced unsettling turbulence as I’ve tried to follow and understand news. First, that bone-deep dread is starting to be called due across both my countries. We’ve been watching this wave for a long time, and it’s arrived. A thousand people have died in New York City [1] (and I was planning toContinue reading “Pandemic Notes: the shockwaves of future grief are so great, they’re already propagating into my here, now.”

Pandemic Notes: I don’t think America needs to kill that many people.

According to these datasets the NYT published: China had 3,300 deaths from 80k infections, and now has fewer than 100 recent new cases. They suppressed the worst if the infection so far. South Korea had nearly 10,000 cases, around 150 deaths, and around 100 recent new cases. They’ve suppressed the worst of the infection soContinue reading “Pandemic Notes: I don’t think America needs to kill that many people.”

Just type: How I miss Ludlow

How I miss Ludlow. A brace of pheasants in the feather for less than a fiver – hanging from one of Ludlow’s five local butchers. Each dwelling in a building made by medieval tradesmen. Cobblestones, of course, usually damp, with overhanging late-medieval timbers just overhead. If you duck and twist to the market square, you canContinue reading “Just type: How I miss Ludlow”

I thought I’d be wearing a robe or something.

“So, this just swings over your jacket, and just hook this bit under your… where’s your tie?” The spindly man from Ede and Ravenscroft held some form of heavy, black wool cloth and cordage out to me. “I’m not wearing one. I don’t own one. Wait, do I need a tie to graduate? I thoughtContinue reading “I thought I’d be wearing a robe or something.”

Memory is a long-exposure photo

Memory is a long-exposure photo. Things that move the least hold the best focus. Picture a room from your childhood home. Parts of it are so clear, you almost feel you could turn a corner and be there. Your fingers feel the texture of those curtains, and you notice the definite smell of sun-heated windowsillsContinue reading “Memory is a long-exposure photo”

Ave atque vale, Pax Americana.

It’s too easy to draw lazy comparisons between the rise of Trump’s particular brand of fascism with the policies of the Third Reich, and I’m aware of Godwin’s law. But, I’ve been saying so many times in the last year that we’re all in trouble. There’s been a slow rise of fascist dogma, that seemsContinue reading “Ave atque vale, Pax Americana.”