Editorial Comment by Meaghan. Instead of "Welcome to Absurdistan"... it would be cooler, if it was "Welcome to the end of Absurdistan". One can always hope, right?
'They tried to bury us, they forgot we were seeds'. This is a classic and deserves to be seen and heard by many people. On a much less eloquent level, I said 'when Trump lost, it created millions of Trumps'. The language may be less eloquent, but the outcome is (and will be) the same.
I was born and raised in Chatham. My father and I were floor sanders who caught the wave of renovating NYC people who traveled up the TSP. They were, mostly, wonderful people. I remember old farmhouses that were transformed into all manner of cultural epicenters. The hamlet of Spencertown, of all places, was declared by the NYT as a Writer's Colony. I see that Hudson is now Little SoHo or SoHo North. The transformation of my hometown and its surrounds proves to me that life and beauty and culture and joy are relentless and wonderful and appreciated by free people who struggle to get out from under. Sprouting is a metaphor I hadn't thought of, but, thanks, it's apt. Your essay on The Gilded Age, the exteriors of which were shot in Troy, is right on the Schnoz.
Editorial Comment by Meaghan. Instead of "Welcome to Absurdistan"... it would be cooler, if it was "Welcome to the end of Absurdistan". One can always hope, right?
Hi Meaghan, when it changes enough, I will change it. Let’s make it happen, 💪🏼💪🏼🙏🏼
'They tried to bury us, they forgot we were seeds'. This is a classic and deserves to be seen and heard by many people. On a much less eloquent level, I said 'when Trump lost, it created millions of Trumps'. The language may be less eloquent, but the outcome is (and will be) the same.
I’m catching up since I only recently subscribed. How fun to binge-read Elizabeth Nixon, my new Substack fave.
Independently & coincidentally, I discovered Celia Farber. It makes complete sense they are friends.
I just sold my house in the city. I am moving to a forgotten rural place. Writing about it on substack. Thanks for you input. Well said.
I was born and raised in Chatham. My father and I were floor sanders who caught the wave of renovating NYC people who traveled up the TSP. They were, mostly, wonderful people. I remember old farmhouses that were transformed into all manner of cultural epicenters. The hamlet of Spencertown, of all places, was declared by the NYT as a Writer's Colony. I see that Hudson is now Little SoHo or SoHo North. The transformation of my hometown and its surrounds proves to me that life and beauty and culture and joy are relentless and wonderful and appreciated by free people who struggle to get out from under. Sprouting is a metaphor I hadn't thought of, but, thanks, it's apt. Your essay on The Gilded Age, the exteriors of which were shot in Troy, is right on the Schnoz.