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It’s Valentine’s Day, I guess, which is a time when even drugstores put little “massagers” up with their cruddy candy and fabric roses, and everything in this country is about love, real and forced, and about sex and getting lucky. Last Valentine’s Day I held a shouting match in a public place because I couldn’t do what I had promised somebody. This year I thought I had done a little better, a friend kept a not-so-much-a-promise-and-here’s-hoping-nobody-felt-forced to sneak into my acting class and toss a stalk of rhubarb at me, and later we giggled on the phone over how confused everyone had been, and I did not say that I had death sitting in the back of my head.

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Waging war should be like waging love: public displays

In his upcoming book, Public Parts, one of Jeff Jarvis’ early drafts contained this paragraph:

Wikileaks has pushed the definition and question of transparency to its limit and beyond, releasing hundreds of thousands of leaked documents about the wars in Afghanistan and Iraq through media organizations including the Guardian, The New York Times, Der Spiegel, Le Monde, and OWNI, a French site devoted to digital journalism that built a crowdsourcing tool so readers could cull through the docs to find important bits. … Now nothing, not even war, can be carried out in assured secrecy.

Good. Wikileaks finally made it so that the government must wage its wars in the same way individuals wage their loves: in public. For what is clear to me from having loved is that it is not, in fact, possible to do it secretly.


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Black sweater behind the door

The evidence of your stay lays littered across my apartment. I pause momentarily at the sight of an artifact. It takes me weeks to clean the space. By then my memories have faded enough to let the pain of disturbing our history feel bearable.


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