Hi all. Things are strange. The fires continue. I have significantly fewer enforceable rights than I did the last time I wrote one of these, as expected, as pleaded against, etc. And yet there's still the pull of these keys, the words on the screen. The words still worth something, somehow.

If you've been following along with the organizing to protect what remains of the Americans With Disabilities Act (ADA), I appreciate you. Some more news on that front soon.

After a grim week, it's clear to me that some of the personal work ahead of me will be to figure out a way to do this whole thing sustainably. I've been making plans around what that will look like for myself, my family, my writing, political actions. These four mantras have been helping me.

"Slow down, I'm in a hurry" I was reading Ryan Gattis's novel All Involved, a clearly thoroughly researched oral history-style account of LA residents' experiences during the 1991 riots following the police beating of Rodney King. At one point a firefighter who is attempting to drive his engine with one hand and keep his injured friend's jaw intact with the other says this line to himself. I really needed this one. With bombardment and the creation of stress as a key political strategy employed by the current administration, it's hard to switch out of full-speed-ahead panic. But faster isn't always better. Sometimes fast isn't even faster.