in this (my rainy) neighborhood pt. 94

Every Sign Points To A Cold, Rainy & Foggy Day

Later Today all the riders meet at 4pm for the orientation on the East Coast Greenway Trail Tour. 32 Days. May 7th — June 7th, 2025. Bar Harbor, Maine to Washington, DC. 1,256 miles. Bike rain, fog, sunshine, hail—whatever the universe throws at us. We’ll pedal through it.

What I’m Reading:

This is an openly supremacist project. The supremacist ideas surge when they are needed to rationalize monstrous policies. This accelerated during Covid. For people who wanted an argument about why they didn’t need to do anything — whether it was mask, or get vaccinated, or close their yoga studio, or whatever it was. People started playing with: “Well, what would it feel like to just not give a shit if people die?” And once you play with that, you’re playing with fire. And it starts spreading. And it becomes, “Well, who else could we say it’s OK if they die?” 

— Naomi Klein & Tim Dickinson / “Naomi Klein: What They Want Is Absolutely Everything” / Rolling Stone

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About istsfor manity

i'm a truncated word-person looking for an assemblage of extracted teeth in a tent full of mosquitoes (and currently writing a novel without writing a novel word) and pulling nothing but the difficult out of the top hat while the bunny munches grass in the hallway. you might say: i’m thee asynchronous voice over in search of a film....
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