". . . But the past does not exist independently from the present. Indeed, the past is only past because there is a present, just as I can point to something over there only because I am here. But nothing is inherently over there or here. In that sense, the past has no content. The past -- or more accurately, pastness -- is a position. Thus, in no way can we identify the past as past." p. 15

". . . But we may want to keep in mind that deeds and words are not as distinguishable as often we presume. History does not belong only to its narrators, professional or amateur. While some of us debate what history is or was, others take it into their own hands." p. 153

Silencing the Past: Power and the Production of History (1995) by Michel-Rolph Trouillot

Wednesday, December 26, 2012

'Tis Snowing Out There; Sick, In Here

Wet snow, very wet.  Wind kicking up to greater velocity at a steady rate.

I've gone through an entire box of kleenex within 24 hours.  It came out of nowhere, y'all.  Just hanging, you know, as you do, on the holidays, with the peeps you really like, and -- Blam-O!  No breathing, no sleeping, no appetite.  It's sort of weird to go in a matter of seconds from enjoying very much your Christmas dinner, to -- you can't even smell it, much less want to it.

I am really tired of this.  It happens too many years, that I get sick like this during or on the holidays.  And all these friends coming in or who are already here, from all over the country and the world.  Argh.  Excuse me while I whimper and moan and otherwise demonstrate my 100% misery.

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