kaffyr: Still from Arakawa Under the Bridge (Arakawa afternoon)
A Fairy Tale

The last couple of days have been interesting in all the wrong ways; I'm navigating some politics having to do with the job offer, and I had my back go out on me Thursday morning in a spectacularly new fashion.

Today was spent at an urgent care center, where I was diagnosed with sacroiliac joint ... difficulties, yes, let's go with that - something, the doctor said, people with RA and autoimmune ailments like scleroderma are apt toward. I'm hobbling around with the help of Bob's old cane, and recovering from a really painful intramuscular injection of something massive and non-steroidal. I'm also on five days worth of oral steroids ... I should feel quite down and depressed. And I was earlier in the day, when I realized I couldn't clean house, or help Bob with his own fibro day. I also felt guilty, because he was waiting on me hand and foot. 

But you know, the sun's shining, the shot is helping; we've ordered Mexican in so neither of us have to cook, and I have been taken care of by the man I love most in the world. And that reminded me that one of 
[personal profile] lydy 's questions was about how I met Bob. So I decided to tell you one of the only fairy tales I've ever known to be real. 

***   ***   ***

Once Upon a Time )

Dept. of Poetry

Thursday, 21 March 2019 01:55 pm
kaffyr: Umbrella's, figure rise in a field; from Magritte? (umbrellas rise)
Today is World Poetry Day

I haven't written poetry in a long time; I'm not sure why. Years ago, I wrote more. Because it's World Poetry Day, and because next month is National Poetry Month, I went back to look for something to share, something I've done occasionally over the years.

So here, have this, because what I wrote in my last post reminded me of the ones I love.

Underneath )

Dept. of Delight

Thursday, 28 February 2019 08:37 pm
kaffyr: Dancing French cracked geniuses (Sometimes you need to dance)
Our First-Born Is Visiting

Or, to be more specific, he's on the plane from Seattle, winging his way to Chicago for a six-day visit. I was about to say "I can't tell you how excited I am," when I realized that I was doing just that. Damn, I wish I could provide a better phraseology. 

Anyhow, yes, Andy's on his way, and I'm going to cherish every moment with him. 

What a spiritual palate cleanser after watching Cohen's testimony yesterday (or, again, more specifically. the GOP's hysterical attempts to divert attention from Cohen's truths) all day yesterday.
kaffyr: A light-limned portrait of Donna Noble (Luminous Donna)
Much Delayed [community profile] fandom_stocking  Review

Here it is, almost February, and I haven't thanked all the lovely people who filled my stocking this year (and by this year, I mean December-January, says pedantic 
[personal profile] kaffyr .) I loved everything, and was particularly tickled by the icons people made, and the recipes and recipe sites that people provided. 

[personal profile] kingstoken  gave me two lovely icons, one of Thirteen and one of Valkyrie, backed in a shade of my favorite color. 

[personal profile] hopelesse  gifted me with recs for some lovely fanvids. You should go over and check them out!

[personal profile] wendymypooh  must have peeked into my food-loving brain, because she provided me with two candy recipes, and a comfort food recipe for chicken and dumplings. What a gift for cold winter days! Then, to top it off, she wrote me a Farscape fic, which may be the first time someone's written for me in one of my fave fandoms. It was wonderful, and any Farscape fans on my list would enjoy it, I'm sure.

[personal profile] tarlanx , from whose graphics skill I've benefited before, blessed me with a veritable cornucopia of <i>.Sapphire and Steel</i> icons. They're gorgeous.

[personal profile] thisbluespirit  was wonderful, with two gifts; the first was her rec for Kitty Eden's Expressing the Inexpressible, and her link to her own wonderful tumblr lineup of Elements. Then she wrote a beautifully dense, witty, and sweet Sapphire and Steel fic, One Night Stand, for which I can't thank her enough; the story provides wonderful cameos for several Elements, interacting with Silver, my favorite Element. 

[personal profile] highlander_ii  provided me with four different cooking blogs, and I'm already making use of them; Alton Brown's is wonderful fun, and the Budget Bites blog has proven extremely helpful!

[personal profile] liadtbunny  remembered my love of narwhals and found me several absolutely gorgeous pieces of narwhal art, which made me squee.

[personal profile] hamsterwoman  enriched my collection of The Goblin Emperor icons, and since I've dived into that tiny fandom with a great deal of joy (the book is my go-to comfort read), these beauties were most definitely welcomed. 

[personal profile] alexcat  noted my love for the MCU universe, and wrote a delightful bit of Cap/Sharon smut for me. I'm grinning just thinking about it.

[personal profile] falcon_horus  gifted me with a most original stocking stuffer - two online puzzles. I love puzzles, so this was my jam. 

To all of you - thanks from the bottom of my heart! 
[community profile] fandom_stocking  is a favorite time of year for me. both the giving and receiving, and your stocking stuffers gave me great joy. 
kaffyr: The TARDIS in snowfall (Christmas TARDIS)
George and Mary

It's the night before Christmas. 

Stars and Loving Couples )

Dept. of Joy

Wednesday, 12 December 2018 05:04 pm
kaffyr: The Doctor, his wife, her mother and father (Wedding)
Thirty-Seven Years

Thirty-Seven years ago today, just about now, Bob and I were saying "I do" to each other, in a friend's livingroom.

My mother and brother traveled from Canada to be there. My mother brought me the wedding gown in which she'd married my father. It fit, and I wore it.

Friends came to the wedding; friends made the wedding possible, with livingroom, a sheet cake bought by a friend, a small buffet made by the same wonderful woman who'd lent us her home, and hammer dulcimer music by one of Bob's fellow musicians. A friend married us, and we didn't mention to Mum that he'd been ordained in the back of his cab as a tip. 

Later that evening, carolers knocked on the door, and we invited them in to sing. Bob rubbed the pot roast all over his chest. And we were married. 

It was the best choice I ever made. Better, worse, sick, healthy, always together, and better together. 

I love you, Bob. Thank you for being my husband.

And here: have a ridiculously over-sized picture of us in our long-ago dissolute youth, the same year we traveled to Winnipeg. 
[personal profile] maruad , do you recall the year? 
Underneath because, really, way too large. )

Dept. of Andy

Sunday, 21 October 2018 12:20 pm
kaffyr: (See the Sky)
To Andy, With Love
Andy  )

Read more... )

Dept. of Birthdays

Thursday, 9 August 2018 07:55 pm
kaffyr: Still from Arakawa Under the Bridge (Arakawa afternoon)
My Best Friend
I tried making it smaller; no luck.... )

Dept. of Wedding

Tuesday, 26 June 2018 11:48 am
kaffyr: The TARDIS says hello (Default)
My Heart Going Boom, Boom, Boom ...

Image under cut for size )

The day was supposed to be damp and cloudy. The sun disagreed, and came through, hot and bright. We were all drenched in sweat soon enough, but we would have been damp with tears of joy no matter what, so we happily lived with the sweat. 

My new daughter was lovely, beautiful, glorious, glowing, all the words you can think of to describe a bride. My beloved son was snappily dressed in a sharply tailored suit with a wooden bow tie, because of course he would find a stylish wooden bow tie, he's my Andy.

I walked Andy down the green and grassy aisle (which failed in its attempt to trip me by grabbing at my heels), hugged him when we got to the front, then sat down with Bob. Emily's dad walked her down the aisle, then went to sit down, and the act of joining two lives together began in earnest.

They wrote their own vows. No talk of death parting them, just talk of going on a journey together. Emily cried as she told Andy just when she fell in love with him, and why she loves him, and what his friendship means to her. Andy cried as he told her how much he loves her, and how hard he'll try to be worthy of her love.

There was plenty of laughter during the ceremony, between Star Trek: The Next Generation references by Josh Allard, the wonderful friend who officiated; a rambunctious toddler flower boy; and an escaping wedding ring. Andy and Emily are both actors and writers, which meant they made the ceremony as inclusive as all such ceremonies should be.

They exchanged rings, and kissed, and became the newly-married Emily Bates and Andy Berlien. 

Later came the cocktail hour and the dinner (pizza from Gino's East because, hey, they're from Chicago, so that's exactly what was called for), and hugs and laughter. 

My brother Mac, resplendent in his RCMP dress uniform, announced Andy and Emily to the gathered guests, using his most official and stentorian voice to do so.

So many people became part of the day - my beloved brother; found family, like Gonzo and Dr. Bob (Sandy and Bob Andina), and Jack Targonski;  friends of Andy's who have long been friends of ours, like Gordy Andina, (Gonzo's and Doctor Bob's son, and Andy's oldest friend) and Sarah Fields, the daughter of my heart and Andy's sister of the heart, and so many more;  and even friends we were delightedly surprised to have join us, like Neil Rest and Mike Butler. 

Bob toasted the couple, speaking about the difference between a contract and a covenant, asking those gathered with us to toast the covenant between Andy and Emily.

They danced their dance, smooth and practiced, because they are performers, and it delighted them to delight us by doing so. 

Emily danced with her father, and her father then beckoned to Emily's mother and her husband to take part in the dance, an act of extraordinary grace that brought a lump to my throat. By the end of the dance, Emily's two sisters had joined in, everyone with their arms around each other. 

Finally, I was summoned to the dance floor to dance with my son. I didn't know what music he would choose, possibly Moulin Rouge, I thought, the short and quirky Tim Buckley song we both liked?

Instead, Peter Gabriel's Solsbury Hill began playing, and my son began pogo-ing to the music. No sedate dance for Andy and me, I realized. That's not us. We danced around each other, and sang the song to each other, our hands to our breasts beating out "my heart going 'boom, boom, boom!'" every time the phrase came round. 

We urged those watching us to clap, by virtue of our own clapping. We jumped high, and often, and heard everyone singing along with us. As the song swelled to its end, Andy beckoned everyone to come dance with us, while my own 62-year-old heart went boom-boom-boom, and I realized anew how much I loved my son, even if he was bidding fair to kill his couch-potato mother with such musical cardio.

He told me later that he chose the song because it always made him think of me. He's wise; the song always makes me cry, mostly for joy. 

The wedding was about Andy, and Emily, and our dance was just a tiny part of the whole, but it fit the day that Andy and Emily created for themselves; it fit the way they chose to create an outward and visible sign of an inward and spiritual grace, 

After all, a wedding is also about family - finding one's family, and drawing people in to join the circle, and starting new branches that still are part of the old trees. We have a new daughter, and Emily's family has a new son. 

And I am blessed to have been part of the day.



kaffyr: (See the Sky)
Finally

The last time I wore my wedding ring was sometime in 2009, when I had to have it cut off my finger in preparation for having an MRI. I finally had it repaired. Along with the ring, which had been my Nana's wedding ring, I had her diamond ring repaired as well. I gave my wedding ring to Bob when we picked them up Saturday afternoon. He asked me if I would marry him. I said yes. He put the ring on my finger for the second time in 37 years. When we got home, I put Nana's diamond ring on the finger as well, in the place an engagement ring is supposed to go. We never got engagement rings 37 years ago. 

Both of them feel good on my finger, but the wedding ring feels especially good. 
Saving bandwidth )


Dept. of Kittehz!

Friday, 25 May 2018 05:17 pm
kaffyr: Kitty from "Kiki's Delivery Service" (kiki cat)
 As I Said In the Subject Line

Kittehz!


More about kittehz under here )
kaffyr: Rory and Amy having a rabbit hole day (Rabbit hole day)
Things That Are Good

1. 
[personal profile] elisi 's meta - in two parts - on the end of Twelve's time with us (can I sob a bit? I'm looking forward to Thirteen, but gawDAMN, is Capaldi good. Also gorgeous. WHAT???!??) I plan on going back, re-reading, re-looking-at, and, finally, commenting. She is so good at this stuff that I'm afraid to say anything. But I will because I must because I want to. 

2. This clip of the Temptations, doing My Girl. The first part is in the studio, and dear sweet lord, how they managed to get all of those musicians in one of the Motown studios at once, there had to be magic involved ... beyond the magic that took place, I mean. Look for Smokey Robinson in the background, conducting with big-ass headphones on. And Mr. James Jimerson on bass, ladies and gentlemen.
Music under here )
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kaffyr: The TARDIS at Giverny (TARDIS at Giverny)
This Is My Son, In Whom I Am Well Pleased

Do take a look. He's a handsome one, he is. )

My son turned 33 on Friday. I told him I loved him, and I told him not to get crucified, because that's the kind of disrespectful lapsed Christian-type joke that he appreciates (and hence the title.) We both snickered. We're both probably going to hell. 

He is wonderful. He is talented, creative, gentle, empathetic, kind, handsome. He sings, he writes radio plays. He writes songs for pantos. He is hard working, loving, and fannish. Oh, so very fannish. 

(And yes, he's enraged and frustrated me over the years. What child hasn't done that to his or her mother?)

He is, quite simply, Andy. I love him, and I am so very lucky he is my son. 

Dept. of America

Tuesday, 4 July 2017 03:38 pm
kaffyr: Mid-afternoon view from the spirit world train. (Train view)
I Am Silent In the Face of Heartbreak

Every year, I try to write something about this country on July 4, because I love it. 

(Oh sure, you do, 
[personal profile] kaffyr  ... how come you're not a citizen?)

But this year, after eight months of surreality - 

(What makes a country great? What makes it great again? How can it become great for the first time?)

I find that I cannot.

(Some must think that makes me a traitor. Some must think I must be spineless. Some must think it makes me a patriot. I think it makes me confused.

I still love it.

(Can't figure out why, except that it's still got a chance to be great, and isn't that almost enough?)

So I turn to music. 

This man's guitar killed fascists. 





This man was prescient in so many ways, but he was wrong about the revolution. Or maybe he'll still be right. It's apparently the counter-revolution that's being televised. 



This American Woman slays - and she frightens racists. 




And this one ... I forgive him for forgetting that there were a lot of folks here when the Mayflower arrived, because ... because, because, because, and partly because of the beauty of their two voices. Every year this one makes me weep more. 


Dept. of Remembrance

Sunday, 25 June 2017 06:28 pm
kaffyr: Mid-afternoon view from the spirit world train. (Train view)
 Alexander, Bestest Old Pussycat

Under here. )

Dept. of Music and Joy

Saturday, 6 May 2017 08:14 pm
kaffyr: (See the Sky)
For Your Listening and Dancing Pleasure

I haven't been around much lately, which I'd like to correct, if for no other reason than how much fun I had in March, posting as often as I could. But work and the world have conspired to numb my mind to the point where I can't think of anything worthwhile to say. I can't even muster witty 140 character aphorisms, much less substantial essays (or even frivolous diary entires.) My online activity has been confined to playing online games or watching YouTube videos. 

Today, as I was browsing YouTube, I ran into some Peter Gabriel videos. Two of them just made my heart leap, and I have to share them with you. 

I've always liked, and often loved, Gabriel's work, although I have none of his albums. His writing, his voice (from clear in his youth to rough and husky now), his life choices and his beliefs, all resonate with me. For all that, however, I know very little about his full body of work. I wasn't aware of the tour from which these two videos were taken, but they drew me in immediately. I love how much he integrates dance and motion into his performances here (and, having checked out a few more videos out of curiosity after having seen these two, it's pretty clear to me that he has long done that).

And the joy that emanates from everyone onstage is absolutely infectious. Sure, it's a performance and sure, it's altogether possible that everyone was just acting. But I don't think so. 

(Also? Tony Levin! And Paula Cole has a voice that doesn't quit.)

ETA: I'm not sure the first one will show up in this post for some reason, but you can watch it YouTube if it doesn't show up here. 











Dept. of Sunday

Sunday, 26 March 2017 09:50 pm
kaffyr: (Porco Rosso friends)
Things I Learned This Weekend

1. I'm really not Buddhist, not in the least. I tried to read a book I picked up at the library, which had been recommended by a friend. It was written by a Buddhist nun, and it was about how to try to approach, or in some way deal with, difficult times. It's something I need to learn how to do, so I wanted to read this book, this very slim little book.

I managed about five pages of it and ended up yelling at the book. There was no way I was going to make it to the end, slim or not. The language made me roll my eyes, I kept arguing with individual sentences. Individual sentences, people; I was arguing with words on a page.

BB, who has a much more Buddhist nature than I have had read a bit of the book; when I told him the book made me extremely angry (and that's the thing I'm trying to deal with), he sighed and said "This isn't the book I'd have suggested for you to read." He was right.

And more generally, I was reminded that I'm not Buddhist in the least, as I said. I know that the dark is part of this world; I know that death is part of this world, but I'll be goddamned if I have to like it, or accept it.  I'm with Dylan Thomas; I'll rage against the dying of the light.

2. I was reminded, once again, of how much I love BB. 


kaffyr: She's at a typewriter; is she legal? (Are Girls Legal?)
This I Believe


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Apologies for the large image, but you don't hide Lady Liberty's light under a bushel.

I live-streamed the Women's March on Washington. My First Born attended the march in Chicago. And, although I know it's just the beginning - continued resistance is hard work - I think knowing how much support, how many allies, there are around the world, is a tremendous boost.
kaffyr: The TARDIS in snowfall (Christmas TARDIS)
The Sky is Full of Stars

Most of them we will never know. God alone knows if we'll ever make our way out there. And God alone knows whether we're worthy of getting off this ball of mud, this little jewel. 

So here we sit, turning our world to bloody red, dirt grey, despoiling the place, and ourselves, body and soul.  We take pearls, and become swine - or worse than swine, because pigs are pretty damned smart animals, and we, with all our great big brains, are small and petty, dumb in a way that beasts never are, and unworthy of pearls. 

And yet. 

Somewhere, a father cradles his child and prays he can protect her; a mother hunts for something to make her son's eyes grow big with joy. 

Somewhere doctors fight death; somewhere men and women tear aside bomb-broken walls, in death's way themselves, to rescue their fellow human beings. 

Somewhere, a girl creates glorious art, a boy makes music that makes peoples' hearts glad. 

Somewhere, someone gives up being selfish and cowardly, even as she is frightened to death of being good. 

Somewhere, someone is reaching out to her, giving her the strength, because he knows what it's like to take that step.

Somewhere people are cleaning up their messes, and our messes, too, helping the sky stay blue and the earth still verdant.

Somewhere, someone is standing up to a bully, and maybe even reaching into the bully's heart and starting a sea change.

Somewhere, an old man gives wisdom to a young fool, and a young fool gifts the old man with joie de vivre. 

Somewhere, one scientist pulls aside the sky of stars and looks into the infinite, while her colleague peers into the microscope and finds the cure for Alzheimer's. 

Somewhere, hearts yearn for love, and are rewarded. 

It isn't much, against all the death, and filth, and despair.

But perhaps it's not us doing the judging. 

We have always excelled at beating the odds, we fearfully arrogant humans. And perhaps, says the woman who isn't even sure one exists, except at the darkest time of year  when she needs one, there's a God out there, forgiving us our arrogance, loving us for it, saying, "Alright, you beloved cheeky monkeys, another year. I can't bear to give you up. I love you."

It's a gift I'll take. 

And to all of you magnificent people out there, here's a gift I've proffered before: my riff on "It's A Wonderful Life."


Dept. of Thanks

Thursday, 24 November 2016 01:50 pm
kaffyr: The TARDIS at Giverny (TARDIS at Giverny)
Thank You All

This world is a horrible world. But it's also, as Louie sang, a wonderful world. 

There are children dying in the Mediterranean. There are families starving in Aleppo. There are indigenous Americans and their allies being injured and frozen in North Dakota. There are black men and women, fellow citizens, who are being shot and prisoned here in a country that pretends it wasn't built on the backs of black men and women. There are people who wish to know nothing, and wish us to share their ignorance, at gunpoint, if necessary. There are slightly different versions of this horror across the globe. There is death, and starvation, and dying, and hate, and hate, and hate, and bitter tears, and the silence of apathy.

But there are sunrises. There are unexpected sperm whales greeting delighted underwater oceanographic nerds. There are lives saved. There are lives lived fully and fiercely with full and fierce love. There are rockets and tiny, tiny starships carrying bits of us into the icy dark, not caring one whit that there might not be anyone out there to meet. There are wonders, and children who may still save us. There are beautiful books, there are lovers, there are people who we love and who love us back.  There are angels unawares, dressed just like us. They are, in fact, us. 

And you are there, my friends, in that latter. 

Thank you. 

Any support I can give you, I will. Any love I can send you, I will. 

I love you all. 



kaffyr: (Hurrah!)
 CUBS!! WIN!!

Dept. of Birthdays

Saturday, 22 October 2016 01:15 pm
kaffyr: Still from Arakawa Under the Bridge (Arakawa afternoon)
Two Remarkable Women

Because I will be late for my own funeral, I have missed the birthdays of two remarkable women, and I want to correct that right now.

On Friday, 
[personal profile] a_phoenixdragon  celebrated her Benny Birthday, and I hope she was surrounded by love throughout the day. My dear, you are a force of nature, you have more energy in your little finger than I have in my entire body, you are fierce, and funny, and kind, and bone-deep hungry for life, for learning, for understanding this world and its inhabitants better. All that you have gained in this world, you have gotten because of your own huge heart and gloriously, mulishly stubborn resistance to standing still, or becoming stagnant. You are creative during times when I'd curl up in a ball and twitch, you are loving and generous in situations where I'd shoot someone, you are humble but determined not to stop trying to make your life better. You're like a weeble, you know; you wobble, but you don't fall down. Let's hope we can get together; I'll make curry for us all, and you can make your legendary pasta sauce. In the meantime, keep being your extraordinary self, and know that I adore you, and want you to have your best year yet.  Happy Birthday!

And far across the Atlantic, 
[personal profile] elisi  has been celebrating her birthday with Mr. Darcy and their daughters. I hope your birthday has been magnificent, in just the right shade of magnificence you desire, whether that be quiet or raucous. You are one of the first people who introduced me to the idea that one could look at one's fandom love in a way that takes squee beyond squee, into depth of thought. You are both insightful and incisive; you provoke thoughts in those with whom you speak (I know this from first hand experience.) Your influence is such that, when I watch something that I know we both love, my first thought is "I must see what elisi thinks."  When I write, one of my first thoughts is "Does this rise to elisi's standards?" Not to mention, you have a puckish sense of humor that you let out on just the right occasions; you care deeply about the world - you are, in short, someone that I am so very glad to have met on the Internet. Here's to many, many more discussions (at least that don't involve four-letter alphabet soup personality modalities; I leave that to you, Owls, and Proton.) Happy Birthday! 

Dept. of Don't Despair

Saturday, 9 July 2016 01:57 pm
kaffyr: The ninth Doctor (Pink Doctor)
It's Been A Long, Hard, Heart-Shredding Week

So I'll just leave this here.

The pictures are all pretty cheesy, but the song Todd wrote isn't, not in my opinion at least. 

Dept. of Independence

Monday, 4 July 2016 04:30 pm
kaffyr: (Joe Hill)
A Plea

Every Independence Day, I try to write a post that tells friends and acquaintances what I feel about Independence Day in America. This year, my post is a plea to everyone in this amazing country - and, frankly, to any of my friends and acquaintances around the world. Because what I'm about to ask all of you is something that I think is necessary. It's a plea from my heart, asking you all to help maintain democracy in a way that goes beyond love and duty, to action. 

Read newspapers. 

Read newspapers that you agree with, read the ones you're pretty sure are wrong-headed. Compare their stories. Continue reading them. Read newspapers from other countries if you can. 

Pay for those newspapers.

If you read them online, and there's a way to subscribe to a digital version of those papers, think hard about which ones you think are doing a good job - not necessary the job you like, but a good job - of trying to inform their reading public. 

If you read them in hard copy, subscribe. If you can only afford to get weekend delivery, do that. If you can afford seven-day-a-week delivery, do that. It'll be more expensive, but it's worth it to you - after all, you won't have to worry about your access to news dying with a recalcitrant laptop or aging tablet. And you'll have something to line your birdcage with eventually. More importantly, you'll be able to turn a page and find news you hadn't expected, hadn't looked for - and you might learn something important about your world. That's another benefit to hard-copy. When you read online news sources, they tend to conform themselves, via algorithms and other marketing magic, to what they think you want to read, or hear. Voila, instant echo chamber. 

So, yes, if you can, read newspapers, and pay for them. 

Most of you know I'm a reporter, so you may assume this is my biased, and slightly panicked, plea to my friends and acquaintances to help keep my source of income alive. Well, of course it is. 

But there's also this: this is what The Nation wrote most recently about the public's decreasing access to news that men, women, and children need to know, in order to make informed decisions about what's going on in their neighborhoods, their towns, their counties and provinces and states and nations and world. 

It's nothing new, as even the author states. But it's frightening in the extreme. 

They call journalism The Fourth Estate. I consider it one of the important pillars of democracy, along with informed voting, and continued informed involvement in democracy before and after voting. In fact, if you don't know what is happening around you - what businesses, governments, individuals, corporations, courts, et al, are doing to and for you - you cannot vote in an informed fashion. 

Newspapers are dying. And I'm not sure that live media is doing much of a job providing the news that people need in place of newspapers. Reading heavily targeted news that agrees with what you believe (something of which I'm equally guilty) will not tell you what's going on in this world. Newspapers, general circulation newspapers - small, medium, large, weekly and daily, neighborhood and national -  are what will help. 

They need money to keep going. So pay up. You're helping pay for democracy. 

Will keeping newspapers alive keep news alive? Probably not, in the long run, or at least in the way we once thought of news and newspapers. But it will help. And I can't think of a more patriotic thing to do on this Independence Day, than to check your wallet, figure out which two or three newspapers to support (remember to make one of them one that you don't agree with, but which you think has half-way decent reportage), and put your money into a subscription. 

Nor can I think of anything more patriotic for Canadians, for Brits, for Australians - for anyone whose country has a half-way open society - to do. We don't have the excuse of personal danger when we subscribe to good news sources that many folks across the world have. Let's use that freedom. 

Thank you, and here's a little something from Robert Reich that says other good things about democracy.

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