September 7th, 2020

Random notes.

facebook and youtube and twitter are ACTING like they've got something to hide. That's the thing. That's what they don't get. You may or may not have had an opinion about HCQ and C19, you may or may not think Stella Immanuel is a few sandwiches short of a picnic. But when the tech platforms suddenly come marching along in jackboots and disappearing articles and screaming about MISINFORMATION!!!! - they you've got to think something looks suspicious. They are showing with their own actions that there's something there.
A lot of young people and wanna-be young people came to Portland from small towns out of state, and bought into the hipster myth. Their conservative old towns and churches and families weren't cool enough for them. They deserved better. So they set about the task of making over themselves - and the city - into something ever more exciting, exotic, glamorous, and dangerous. And we've seen the result.
My observations about debating. (1) All of us have a filter in our brain, like the spam filter in your email inbox. What looks like junk, gets filtered out. If they are programmed to filter out your message, all the facts and logic in the world will be of no avail. Their thinking will not change until they update their spam filters.

(2) Visibility is the key thing. The left used its influence to exaggerate its own numbers, and to keep conservatives believing they were few and isolated. When this illusion collapses, the left's power to shame disintegrates.

(3) At the end of the day, people go by experience. When day-to-day experience conflicts with the accepted narrative strongly enough and consistently enough, the narrative will have to go. People can only watch riots and Bible burnings for so long. At this point, a coherent, articulate alternate narrative will help them make sense of their world, and will be welcomed.

(4) Putting all of these factors together, what's going to win the day is for all of us to keep speaking out, courageously and clearly, and putting the lie to the leftist establishment's castle of illusion.
"Stay home, stay safe." Because if we could come out of hiding, we might learn how many more of us there are. And then their spell of fear would lose its power.
If I convince myself that most people are ignorant bigots, then I get to feel "special" just by not being a bigot.

If I believe the other guy is a nazi, then I only have to be 1 percent better than a nazi to be the good guy.
You put a whole population of law-abiding citizens under indefinite house arrest, sooner or later incarceration is gonna lose its value as a deterrent.

Retrospective: 10 years.

Calendar year 2010 was the year I ended my relationship with G, and moved into a place of my own - an apartment on Dolores Street, which would be my home for the remainder of my sojourn in San Francisco. That was also the year I started keeping a personal journal by computer, which I maintain to this day; the inaugural entry is dated August 24, so my electronic diary has just now passed its 10th anniversary.

Prior to moving into the Dolores Street apartment, though, I lived for a while at an art studio in the Mission. This was, of course, not strictly legal, but the owners were happy to turn a blind eye as long as I paid my rent and didn't bother the other tenants. The studio was an interior unit on the second floor of a three-story building, so it was about as isolated from the outside world as it was possible to get.

My apartment was nicely secluded, too, and more than one guest commented that it was like stepping into a little island of serenity in the noise and bustle of downtown San Francisco. And quiet and solitude were things I was craving.

In mid-October, I visited Portland for 10 days - my first time there since moving back to SF three years earlier - and met up with some friends.

By the end of the year, I'd established a more-or-less stable routine of seeing each of the kids (TNG and Bunny) on a weekly basis. Bunny spent half the week with me, and I typically met with TNG once a week for lunch or dinner.

It was good to have my own life again, but after the experience of parenting Bunny full-time (and spending 12 hours a week with the other wonderful toddlers in the preschool co-op), I found I'd come to enjoy spending time with kids.