I thank you all for your kind birthday greetings. Blogging about my birthday was a transparent request for congratulations, of course, but I am shameless in that regard. I was struck once again by how extraordinary the web is, for all that we take it for granted. Jerry Fresia, an old and valued commentator, lives, he says, in a small town in Northern Italy. S. Wallerstein, perhaps the most prolific commentator, lives in Chile. Other participants in our on-going conversation live in Australia, England, and all over the United States. It is impossible to imagine an event that would bring us all into the same room, and yet we quite easily and casually converse with one another daily.
Surviving another year has left me quite chipper. This morning, as I took my 6 a.m. walk in sub-freezing weather, I reflected on the electoral victories we have won this past year and the many, many more I believe we will win in 2018. I am old enough to recall the Sixties [which, strictly speaking, happened as much in the early Seventies], and the breadth and depth of progressive mobilization now far exceeds what I recall then. This is a deeply divided country, but we are the majority, damn it. If we come out and vote, we can once again transform America.
I have now watched 76 episodes of Resurrection: Ertugrul, which I thought was the end of the series. I was all set to blog about what I have learned from it about Islam, Turkey, and the like, but then I noticed that there are another 110 episodes in a Second Series! Even for someone as compulsive as I, there are limits. Perhaps I should read a book.