2020: The Year of Disremembering and Disassembly

2020 has been a year of contemporaneous contemplation hanged by the bridle of dismay. We have been forced to leap from the cliff, together, Zombie-like, from crisis to crises. We drowned in foolish Tweet after Tweet and now, as a new horizon presents itself to us for celebration, and referral in 2021, we cannot stop but to hope against the losses we served, and the punishments we received, over the last four years.

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Seven Days or Seven Weeks?

If you had to repeatedly do something painful and unfortunate seven times — how would you want to meter that experience?

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Nebraska Passes On Abortion Pain

Yesterday, Nebraska passed two curious abortion laws. The first bans abortions after 20 weeks because fetuses “feel pain” and the other requires a woman have “mental health” screening before she can abort.  Both laws were construed to prevent Nebraska from becoming the next Kansas and to press forward the Right to Life Crusade back into the Supreme Court to overturn Rove v. Wade.

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Immigrants in Performance

Racing from torture and death, the United States has served as an international safe haven for immigrants the world over.

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The Harbinger of Renewal

As we age, and as we realize there are more days behind us than ahead of us, it becomes necessary to pay more attention to the wild terms of living a dangerous life.  The change of season from Winter to Spring is a harbinger of renewal — and you cannot have new beginnings without the onslaught of death.  Watch for the harbinger.  Weigh the harbinger.  Fight the harbinger.

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The Blogging Pain of Moving Parts

There is nothing worse in the world than moving a blog from one publishing platform to another.

I am presently oozing pain and suffering rivulets of blood loss today as my Urban Semiotic blog suffers against a threatening weekend of technical support inaction and un-styled blog content and borked URLs.

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Marry, Marry Quite Contrary

by Tammy Tillotson

Marry, Marry, Quite Contrary,
How do love gardens grow?
With wedding bells and shackled yells,
Am I ready to have baggage in tow?

In July 1997, Swing magazine polled 507 adults between the ages of 18-34, and 51% thought that the ideal age to marry was between 25-29, while only 16% thought the age should be higher.

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