diary of a grumpy crow


Everything will be okay as long as we use the Internet more than we ever have before.

There are no short-term fixes for long-term problems.

Thoughts of a Racialist

Radio plays an unrecognized song

“Wow, this is really powerful and relata-”

Sees the musician's skin color in a photo


A Siren Blares in An Indifferent Ocean

Just found a .txt of a post that I wrote on November 13th, 02016 — shortly after the election of Donald Trump — when I was still using Bookface. My, how much we've Progressed since then!

“In my senior year of high school, I took journalism in order to expose the dogmatism, near-sightedness, and ignorance I saw in society. I criticized politics, religion, the concept of race, homophobia, the march of technology, the education system, among other things, and stirred up a fair amount of controversy – and my teacher defended my freedom of speech, even when we received complaints from people who viewed me as a bigot (re: my religion article, in particular), for which I am eternally grateful. Among those who were offended were friends of mine, most of whom I was able to have productive, meaningful conversations with in which both sides learned from one another, however much our views still differed in the end (I did lose a couple though).

That was 10 years ago.

I have since witnessed the rise of a certain strain of ‘liberalism’ which would have undoubtedly attempted to shame me back into silence, and whose adherents, to my eye, have become increasingly reminiscent of Orwell’s Thought Police. Many of my friends are such people, and however well-intentioned have created a toxic environment in which even if I agree with much of their views, there are certain sacred narratives which we dare not examine too closely. You may know what sort of thing I’m talking about right now, and if you don’t, consider for a moment the following statement, just as one example: I believe racism is an issue in this country but I don’t support the Black Lives Matter movement and I don’t care for the concept of Privilege.


when you're miserable, broken, and failing to reach your goals, they say cheer up. when you're happy, healing, and succeeding to reach your goals, they say feel bad.

Some Perspective

  • Half of humanity is not on the web at all. Of the half that is online, 8% are on Twitter and 64% are on Facebook.

  • Humans have catalogued about 2 million known living species on the planet, of perhaps 1 trillion. We are just one of these.

  • The total biomass on Earth is about 550 billion tonnes (carbon). The entire human population comprises 0.01% of this number.

  • Anatomically modern humans have been around for perhaps 300k years. This is 0.007% of the age of the Earth, and 0.002% of the age of the Universe.

  • The Earth is about 13,000 km across. This is something like 0.000145% of the width of our Solar System.

  • Our Sun is one tiny point amongst perhaps one septillion stars. One septillion is one million billion billion.

  • Given how little we actually know about our world and Universe, humility is a good thing.

Projected time spent on social media over an average lifespan: 6 years, 8 months (based upon 2020 usage). Projected number of books that could be read during that time: 220 (reading 30 mins/day).

#AmplifyAlbinismAwareness: A Slogan That Will Probably Never Start A Global Movement

Today is International Albinism Awareness Day and people around the world are rioting in the streets to demand justice for the children with albinism who have been kidnapped and slaughtered for the use of their body parts in witchcraft and for their mothers who are stigmatized and attacked... or so I might write in an alternate dimension where people cared as much about these issues as they do about the latest Trending Hashtag Justice gospels.

“Last year when I was pregnant, I was told that I must not look at the albinos because if I do I will get a child with albinism or if I do look at them by mistake I should spit at them to avoid a child with albinism.”


You're Lucky I Chose To Tell You How Lucky You Are

You're lucky you chose to give me a chance to choose to communicate with you in a language that you're lucky to understand.

You're lucky our parents chose to have sex instead of choosing to live out celibate lives in monasteries contemplating scriptural teachings about luck.

You're lucky our ancestors chose to form families despite their existential uncertainty about whether their descendants would be lucky enough to survive.

You're lucky our species chose to develop ways of choosing to conceptualize and communicate ideas about how lucky we all are.

You're lucky God chose to create a Universe in which luck exists and can be pointed out when people don't properly recognize and repent for its role in shaping their lives.

You're lucky you chose to move your eyeballs along the words in this post instead of another post whose author chose not to remind you how lucky you are to be reading these words.