isn't it ironic?

Lots of things on my mind this week, from Trump to Florida real estate* and from recent trips and running and around and around. But this is truly what's on my mind right now:

At around this time 27 years ago, the now-husband and I moved from Northwestern PA to Austin TX, which was a lot like moving from Earth to Venus and not just in terms of climate. The now-husband was about to start grad school; I was drifting, mostly. But that's another story for another day.

I honestly can't even remember how the topic came up. We hadn't been in town long. I know I was on the Drag. I know someone we were with pointed to the Tower and said, "that's where the shooting was." I had no idea what they were talking about, that such a thing could happen in a place that I would happen upon in my lifetime, that wasn't marked as a memorial in any way, that actual people were shot and died in a place where I could stand and look up at the Tower and realize that that was a great place to shoot from, if killing lots of innocent people was your goal. Which, apparently, it was.

On the 50th anniversary of the shooting, which just happens to be today, a campus carry ordinance goes into effect. And, no. It's not a law that will prohibit guns on campus; rather, it's one that says, "hey! Go for it! Carry what you want!

What could possibly go wrong? 

For more, please, please read Pam Colloff's amazing piece on the shootings as well as this piece from NPR at how much has changed since then, in terms of mental health care. Related: I can't wait to see this when it is released in the fall.


* (not Trump-related, unless he'd like to turn some farmland in super-rural North Florida into a resort, which seems less than likely (and inadvisable on a number of levels))

qotd, my new spirit animal

To my brother's revolutionary covenant
I’m runnin’ with the Sons of Liberty and I am lovin’ it!
See, that’s what happens when you up against the ruffians
We in the shit now, somebody gotta shovel it!
Hercules Mulligan, I need no introduction
When you knock me down I get the fuck back up again!

-- from "Yorktown" in the almighty Hamilton. Hercules Mulligan is my new favorite, both the character and the actual person.

qotd, why civility?

"The night was sad. The center failed to hold. Did I blame the rioting kids? I did. Did I blame Trump? I did. This, Mr. Trump, I thought, is why we practice civility. This is why, before we say exactly what is on our minds, we run it past ourselves, to see if it makes sense, is true, is fair, has a flavor of kindness, and won’t hurt someone or make someone’s difficult life more difficult. Because there are, among us, in every political camp, limited, angry, violent, and/or damaged people, waiting for any excuse to throw off the tethers of restraint and get after it. After which it falls to the rest of us, right and left, to clean up the mess."

-- George Saunders, whose story I linked to earlier but still urge you to read.

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