A San Franciscan “Pueblo me llamo”

The Internet is Dead, Long Live the Internet?!

“The internet is dead,” many are saying. The arguments are persuasive: search engine results aren’t very useful anymore, ads are constant, and corporate social networks seem to be mostly bots sharing AI slop.

But the internet has died before. I spent my youth on Usenet groups, chatting on IRC channels and downloading games from FTP sites. Now those spaces are ghost towns—if they exist at all.

Today’s internet is heading in a similar direction and I think it’s fine. Maybe even better than fine, if the next iteration is less corporate and more human. Maybe the scale will be different (millions instead of billions of people), but the internet of the 80s and 90s was much smaller and it was still fun and useful.

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In The Town, a Poem

Published in The San Franciscan, 1884.

I’m sick of the bustle and strife,
And the men and the women I meet—
This moving, breathing chaos of life
That surges along the street.
Silent and jealous and proud—
However much I may seek,
There’s not a person in all the crowd
To whom I may dare to speak.

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Not for the Flesh: A 600-Year-Old Vegan Catholic Tradition of Animal Liberation

Being raised as an ethical vegetarian in the West meant being in the minority. It rarely caused tension, but when it did, people would sometimes push on my dietary choices by turning to the scriptures. “But God put animals on Earth for us!” I was told more than once over the years.

And so I grew up taking it for granted that my family’s choices were not just exotic, but alien to the dominant faith in North America and Europe. Seventh Day Adventists excepted, my ethical brethren when it came to vegetarianism belonged to the Eastern religions like Hinduism and Buddhism. Years passed. I became vegan in 2003, at which point I did not ever consider my ethical choices to be in communion with any major Christian denomination, and certainly not Catholicism.

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