morning pages.

we are still waiting on the results of the 2020 election. georgia might go blue. biden can get 270 with nevada. trump only wants to count trump votes.

a loaded rifle was confiscated in public in portland. families were arrested in minneapolis protests. the list goes on. so does my twitter feed.

as if this isn't enough, i'm continuing to read from noam chomsky's book "the prosperous few, the restless many" which is the transcript of an interview of him by david barsamian. i finished "the common good" last week, and will move on to his full-length, long-form books next.

what do i do next? i imagine that it has to be simple and it has to involve getting organized with a group who is organizing for worker's rights. i don't have much experience organizing, any at all really, unless you count campaign work as organizing, which it sort of is but i assume not quite. maybe that's just getting lost in a detail.

if we planned this out, it might take us a few hundred years. i have doubts about our civilization maintaining a recognizable form after a couple more generations. i was reading how noam was describing some of the sickening consequences of NAFTA on workers' wages and rights in the us, canada and mexico, and that was in 1993. seemingly impossible to visualize, the scale at which corporations have organized begins to be described as daunting if not absolute. perhaps our reality is just too firmly defined. and yet change still takes place. florida passed a $15 minimum wage. oregon decriminalized more drugs and has preschool for all. the majority of socialist democrats won their races. the list goes on. so does my twitter feed.

i've been surprisingly both traumatized and inspired by these elections. yesterday my body was shocked, full of aches, as if i was past the onset of a flu. yet i was able to sleep well, maintain spirit and continue to move with hope. this morning the aches are gone, and my mind feels calmer. everyone if experiencing one or both of these modes to some extent.

i appreciate autumn. this is my favorite season. if the elections took place in the summer, i would probably be couped up in my bedroom. but the crisp air of a fall morning combined with the color of fallen leaves, all laid on top of a foggy or cloudy backdrop give me enough reprieve to remember that i feel good inside regardless of what is happening or happens outside.

i've been enjoying the endless stream of github notification emails for fastai fixes (as well as a release). jeremy and zach are clearly channeling their election anxiety into PRs. many others as well. that's been a source of inspiration that is much needed at times, even as a spectator.

is this three pages? i feel like i have said what i wanted to say. or write. we have a wooden rocking chair that taps against the window if you lean back too far. so we have placed a folded scarf as padding to avoid potential fractures in the glass. we didn't want to move the chair and we don't want to stop using it but we also don't want to cause property damage. some of these choices present themselves and you don't really know what to make of them. rocking chair window interference is one of them. i should just move the chair, or perhaps place something next to the foot of it so it doesn't move back far enough to hit the window. and then the scarf becomes the second line of defense. i think what keeps me from exerting myself to create that fix is the combination of real and imagined fatigue. or inertia. i feel it in other areas of life as well.

seth godin speaks about the importance of practice to push through that fatigue and inertia. morning pages is one such practice. i'm sure i could do a morning chores as well and within a week the rocking chair would be in a better position. i have a couple more minutes before i take tubbs out. he loves his walks. i will start a practice to take him on more. i imagine him reading other dog's posts on various objects outside, afterwhich he posts his own with one leg raised high. asynchronous community board.