Ruminations on Who You Think You Are

Aweh Dear Ruminants and Groupies, A Bar, a Cow, a Vice President, and a Vorlon A pink cow, JD Vance, a Vorlon, and I walk into a bar… This is not the beginning of a joke, although it probably should be. It is also not, strictly speaking, a bar. It is more of a diningContinue reading “Ruminations on Who You Think You Are”

Access Denied: Ruminations on Gates, Status, and the Global Belonging Game

Aweh, My Dearly Beloved Fellow Ruminants & Groupies, Let me level with you. I’m writing this from inside a paradox—privileged enough to live in a secure suburb with high walls and patrolled by armed guards. Sometimes I’m even able to skip a queue or two when it suits me. But also: extensively vetted for visas.Continue reading “Access Denied: Ruminations on Gates, Status, and the Global Belonging Game”