Drawing Class

Behold. This is the minimum amount of required supplies I bought for a drawing class we’re taking. The class is only two hours long.

And we’re only going to be drawing circles.

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#MarchForOurLives

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Yesterday we took part in the March For Our Lives here in San Francisco. I was a little under the weather so I wasn’t filled with as much passion and fire as usual when taking part in a protest march. But I thought it was important to be out there and honor the school children and others who put on a nation-spanning, globally inspiring event for a cause which I support.

I am personally opposed to gun ownership, and I can’t see a reason I would ever own one. But I also understand how firearms and gun ownership form a significant part of the story of America, and how important it is to protect the rights of people I may disagree with.

But how about a little common sense?

How about comprehensive background checks and reinstatement of the assault weapons ban for starters? I acknowledge legislative solutions like these won’t completely stop future gun related mass casualty events, but that doesn’t mean we shouldn’t try.

Hello world. Again.

So much has happened since I last posted here.

After all that training I wrote about I did finish the AIDS LifeCycle–riding all the way from here in San Francisco to sunny Los Angeles. I ran in a few more half marathons; lifted literally tons of weights; watched my son graduate from college and graduate school; visited Hawaii, New York, Minnesota, Italy, and Death Valley (in the winter) with my honey; took on new professional responsibilities at work; spent some time in hospitals; got robbed. The usual highlights that make up a life.

Why start writing notes here again?

Mainly for the exercise of writing which for me is currently limited to well-worded e-mails. But also because I got fed up with how heavy-handed Facebook, my writing platform of choice, has become. I went in all those years ago with eyes wide open knowing I would be providing Facebook (and Google, and Twitter, and Tumblr, etc.) with a trove of personal information which they would turn around and monetize. I was willing to give up a little bit of privacy for the ability to connect frictionlessly with family and friends all while posting what I hoped were funny and/or bizarre observations. I was writing fewer and fewer thoughtful pieces here on my blog and tapping out more and more pithy posts on Facebook. I enjoyed watching goat videos, watching memes spread across the web, and the endless parade of wedding, anniversary, or new baby photos. Like everyone else I poked, liked, and commented with abandon hoping for that dopamine hit from a like in return. After a while, though, I gave more thought to my privacy.

So I stopped liking things.

Then I tried to limit the barrage of ads which began to clog up my timeline.

Then the 2016 election happened.

I’m not going to get into a back and forth over Russian election hacking and Facebook’s witting or unwitting part in it, but I had had enough. I still have a Facebook account, but I no longer post there, I’ve begun to take down some material, and I will be locking down some more parts of the experience based on instructions like those found here: https://www.theverge.com/2018/3/20/17140422/facebook-personal-data-deletion-how-to-cambridge-analytica-privacy-scandal-trump-campaign.

And that’s how I find myself here now–trying to disengage from Facebook and post thoughts, notes and observations where almost no one will ever see them on this more personal platform.

And on Twitter.