In the Interim

Whether change comes early or late, it's always on time

This week feels catalytic. There is so much happening all at once and I keep getting pulled in a million directions when all I want to do is go to Indiana with my kids and eat at a crappy Cracker Barrel where no one is gonna ask us for vax passes. Actually, that’s exactly what we did yesterday. I’ve been consuming nothing but news about the current state of the world and then spending hours processing it through writing here. In addition to Substack, I have two Twitter accounts, one with my brand and one parody profile with which I moonlight as an empathy spreader attempting to diffuse violent communication. Ha. Anonymity is becoming a coveted condition for me. In the future, I reckon, everyone’s gonna be vying for 15 mins of obscurity.

This will not end up being an epic long post. I am writing a few of those, simultaneously, but none have showed me they are ready to be released yet. In the interim, I want to seize the opportunity to acknowledge the meta importance of, well, the interim. Most folks think of this time as a waiting period, a state of stasis, and they would be right, interims are often undetermined portions of time where little to nothing occurs. But sometimes, this interval of time can occur at the apices of events whose outcomes will determine the course of humanity for years to come. And although there is a quietness in the air, the micro experiences of our individual transformations can be heard popping like rhubarb growing in the dark. It’s the sound of the majority lifting the extra-ply veil of conformity, compliance, apathy and unquestionable, unearned, docile trust and seeing what the hullabaloo is all about. Sure, not everyone. But the majority. And it’s beautiful.

It’s natural to have questions and skepticism and even, criticism. We are each trying to make sense of it all. I encourage everyone to become historians of their own time. We’re already doing mindless logging of our daily on social media, why not dig deeper and do so intentionally? At the very least, leave your children something they can use to piece together your lens through which you saw the world today, at a time like no other, a time of intense transformation.

I want to dig into so much and tell you how I see the Canadian Convoy, both from a political and philosophical standpoint, and the rest of the revolutionary acts around the world, and Trudeau and Castro and Macron (real life historical drama!), and the ever changing headlines, and Epstein and Maxwell, and the free fall of the dollar, and AIDS (yes, AIDS), and about how I see it all connect and played out on a multilevel game of Star Trek chess. But I haven’t even been able to get this post out, and now there’s news about a Durham report and holy moly are things about to get even more bizarre! I might not be allowed to go to a movie, here in Chicago at the moment, but who needs the movies, when we have a full on real life thriller all around us! What a world!

And it sure is exciting to navigate it all with you, together. Each and every one of us reflects our experiences back to the universe and informs it of the reality we are ready to accept. If you are just now beginning your journey into the forbodden jungle, I welcome you. It’s thorny and full of promising trails that lead to nowhere, or worse, unfriendly rabbit (and rabid) holes, but if we keep our wits about ourselves, we can keep the dialogue open and curious. You are encouraged to join the conversation at any time!

My introductory entry on Substack posits the question “Quo vadis, hominum?” assuming we know that we are living in a time of profound change. But if you’re just starting to unravel the narratives, this can be a time of confusion and doubt. Which is why it’s helpful for you to be a part of communities which allow for open conversation without being censored, invalidated, or ignored. It’s hard enough to talk about different perceptions with strangers, yet somehow, even harder within our own families and friends. Some of us have found camaraderie among those faceless souls all around the world who express similar concerns and dare to seek answers to the same questions as you. We share resources and offer a listening ear and council, we whisper of hope. We draw parallels from our personal situations and empathize. Because some of us have no one at home to do that with, or worse, we share a dwelling with someone whose lens of the world is vastly different, or even worse, someone who is trying to control your perspective and life. Having said all this, if you would allow me, I want to link you up to two inaugural Substacks. The first belongs to my new Aussie friend Kalev, a data analyst who lives with his smart Doctor wife. As part of their counseling session, Kalev had to respond to the inquiry of “What would it take you to vaccinate yourself against Covid-19?” and his very thorough answer became his first Substack. After reading it, you might have some healthy skepticism of the ‘but, how?', which is where this lady who knows a thing or two about the insides of institutions comes in. Her name is Meryl Nass and this is her first ever Substack.

This medium is growing and becoming a more trusted source for news than legacy media. We might get it wrong once in a while, but those who read our content know we are not lying to them. This is why MSM is dying a miserable and undignified death. Lying was the old normal, didn’t they get the memo?

In this spirit, I’ve submitted a request for Substack’s new video option, still in beta. I’ve had the idea of presenting a broadcast which blends news, conversations, art, and performance to explore the direction in which our society is heading. I’ve been wanting to title it “Quo Vadis, Hominum?” If I get approved, it might be the swift kick in the rump I’ve needed to get it going. Let me know if you think that’s just folly or if you might give it a chance.

Enjoy this interim. Biden is wagging the dog, CNN is having a meltdown trying to not report on the political crime of the century, and it’s Super Bowl Sunday without a mask or a mention of Covid in site or in any of the dope commercials.

And it’s only February!

And now, a non sequitur: