Category: First Person
How Berkeley – and Crisco – informed me that I was done with the technology industry.
While I ponder how to extricate myself from the gooey mire of QAnon Twitterland, please learn a lesson from my folly: You cannot troll those who have attached themselves to perhaps the biggest troll of all time.
“Cross-section of America” is a phrase that gets overused. In the lines snaking their way through the Capitol and around a rotunda occupied by the 41st president lying in state, it was made manifest. A living, breathing example of E Pluribus Unum, queued up in neat rows waiting to pass by the honored George HW Bush.
A few words from a momentarily homeless editor emeritus.
I drove a few hundred miles to trade my two youngest children for a generator, gasoline, and 3 Walmart bag of batteries and various illumination devices. Though it might sound like the plot to the next Mad Max movie, I deemed it a responsible parenting decision.
Without my feminist foremothers, I could not vote, own property, practice law, effectively decide the size of my family, etc. American women owe a lot to feminism, whether they admit it or not. Nevertheless, I admit to finding myself bristling- and rolling my eyes- at much of what passes for feminism today.
Last time, I promised you I would write a bit about microfoundations. I will not be doing that today. I apologize for breaking my promise, but it is to my great sorrow that I must digress. Instead of the planned topic, I will revisit motivation. More specifically, I will revisit my own motivation for the campaign I am running right now.