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Ahead: A Year of History

2026 Is going to be a year of history, if not an historic year in its own right, if this morning’s news about our military action in Venezuela is any kind of harbinger of things to come. This past year was a whirlwind of, well, shit, as the “Flood The Zone With Shit” playbook1 was opened to every chapter. 

What has concerned me all along me is the zone flooding was only the beginning, as norms were tested to the breaking point again and again and again. As we head into this year, I call it a year of history not because of today’s headlines, but because 2026 marks the Semiquincentennial of the event we mark as the birth of our nation. In July, we will celebrate 250 years since fifty six men from 13 colonies declared the independence of those colonies from their sovereign across the pond.2

It would be a dozen years before we arrived at the form of governance we are still – theoretically – working under. The actual date of our nation’s birth can arguably be pegged to a few major events, but the events of early July in 1776 are a good place to find consensus on our origin story.

Folks in the commonwealth of Massachusetts would like you to think that they started it all about fifteen months earlier, with the famous shots fired on the Lexington Common and the bridge in Concord in April of 1775, celebrated annually as Patriot’s Day, a state holiday in Massachusetts and Maine (the latter being part of the former when the events occurred…).

We all heard about Paul Revere’s famous ride…but growing up, the version we heard in seacoast NH was the ride that happened five months before the ride memorialized by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow’s epic poem (recitals of which, curiously, were also part of growing up back in the day). On December 14, 1774, Revere rode north to Portsmouth, NH, to warn the militia there that the British were sending troops to reinforce Fort William and Mary, which commanded the Piscataqua River entrance to the Portsmouth Harbor. Men from Rye, Dover, Durham, and Madbury raided the fort and stole its stores.3 Shots were fired – the first time colonial militia fired on British regulars – but it was a small group of troops in the fort, quickly overcome by the mob. Admittedly it was a far cry from what went down the following April – but it was still first.

Of course, the notion of violence in the face of the British rules for the colonies was expressed a year prior, on December 16, 1773, when the famous Boston Tea Party began a long tradition of polluting Boston’s Harbor (it was followed a few days later by the Philadelphia Tea Party, which few outside of Philly or history buffs are even aware was a thing). This wasn’t the taking up of arms agains British Troops, but it acted like a canon shot across the bow.

The point in all of this is to say that we the people are going to have myriad opportunities to re-learn (or in some cases learn) the story of our nation with a big-number birthday as a backdrop. Ken Burns is helping out with his take on the American Revolutionary War; over the course of the year we can expect to see a number of television programs, magazine spreads, analysis, commentary, and assorted coverage in the many media out there.

The problem with this is the background against which we have to celebrate this anniversary: a government led by a man and cabal more interested in rewriting history, calling truth “fake news,” and self-serving for their own tainted glory and legacy. I shan’t recount the unilateral actions taken by this administration that fly in the face of the law, the norms, or the history of our governance, but I will point out one of the more visible affronts, wherein the president gutted the board at the Kennedy Center, which last month, in turn, voted to rename the center with the president’s name.

From nytimes.com:

[The presdident] said on Thursday that he was “surprised” and “honored” that the center’s board, of which he is the chairman, had thought to do this for him, almost as if it were coming out of the blue. And yet he has been referring to the center as “[president’s name]-Kennedy” in social media posts for months — and the new lettering for the building’s face was all ready to go the next morning.

It is only a distraction, of course. It takes an act of Congress (even a supine one) to make that change, as it took an act of congress to create the center in the first place, as the nation’s memorial to the slain Kennedy. The president could just as easily fake a name change to the Lincoln or Jefferson Memorials or the Washington Monument – and, honestly, I would not put it past him to do so – but that would not change the reason those memorials were erected.

We have seen, in his first administration and now the second one, an inclination to rewrite history with the levers available in the Oval Office.4 Narratives are being changed in museums, for example, to make the Civil War seem less about slavery and more about “state’s rights.”

By the time we get to July, what will the story as portrayed on our federal stages of our nation’s origin look like?

This is not an original thought or concern. Nor is it new – nine years ago I wrote a piece arguing that we cannot allow ourselves to normalize what we see as if it is somehow normal.

This year will be a year of history. Merriam-Webster defines history as, “a chronological record of significant events (such as those affecting a nation or institution) often including an explanation of their causes.” We have a record of events that won’t change. Names, dates, times, places of things that happened to make ours an independent nation are all well -documented and won’t change.

What will change, and has been for some time now, is the power with which those who wish to change the explanation of things can amplify their skewed version of who we are as a nation, and twist that perception to their vile ends.

You know – flooding the zone with their shit.

Then again, this is a year of history, being written down today for the story of how we met this challenge as it will be told years from now. What will they be saying at the Semiquincentennial of our Constitution a dozen years from now?

Assuming we make it that far…

  1. https://www.cnn.com/2021/11/16/media/steve-bannon-reliable-sources ↩︎
  2. https://www.archives.gov/founding-docs/declaration-transcript ↩︎
  3. https://nhmuseumtrail.org/raid-on-fort-william-and-mary/ ↩︎
  4. https://www.cnn.com/2025/09/17/us/museum-censorship-smithsonian-risks ↩︎

New Year’s Day

As the Irish philosopher-king Paul David Hewson sang, “All is quiet on New Year’s day…” And so it seems. Under a light rainy sky, it is a pretty quiet day for a walk with the pooch.

Image of a residential street, with a wooden fence in the foreground showing a wet street and sidewalk extending into the distance

In so many ways, today is the calm before the storm. We, at work, are between terms; the students are, by and large, away. The town is quiet, and many houses show bowl games on the big screens seen through street-facing windows as Charlie and I pass. Traffic is light, so we make good time, without much difficultly crossing even the bigger streets.

Beyond our burg, a brief pause, while the bowl games continue, while many take today and tomorrow to start the year with a four-day weekend. The headlines of the last eleven months seem to lurk in the distance, far enough that that they don’t seem to weigh heavy, if only for a day.

This is the time that many use as a pause to reset. Flipping the calendar is always a good time to reflect and to plan ahead. A lot of people condense these thoughts into resolutions. I’ve learned enough about myself to eschew such lists, though I have been clearing my desk and files as a way of clearing my mind, getting things in order for the coming months.

I predict, with great confidence, that in about 360 days we shall all be marveling at home fast 2026 went by. In this calm, the year seems like a long time stretched ahead of us. Maybe it’s me, but as I’ve gotten older, things don’t seem to go any slower; if anything, the time passes more quickly. Perhaps I’m more keenly aware that each of us has a reservoir of time that is not not infinite; the more we go, the less we have stretching out ahead.

If I did the resolution thing, I would not sweat the common details like weight or diet or lifestyle that seem to be at the top of so many lists. I prefer to think instead about what difference I might make.

This past year I stepped into new role when I was appointed by the governor to the Board of Trustees of Oregon State University. Since 2014, OSU has operated with an independent board, as an independent public body, a “governmental entity performing governmental functions and exercising governmental powers.”1

Which makes me, since September 30 last year, a public official.

When I was part of the Fourth Estate, my job was to pay attention to public officials of all walks. Beyond my day job, I paid attention to public officials in order to provide critiques of their activities, for good and for bad. Growing up in the Granite State, politics is akin to mother’s milk; from the annual Town Meeting form of small-town governance to the largest state legislature in the United States (400 seats in the House!), living there, you knew someone who was in elected office.

In my day job, we provide technical support to the board’s meetings, with cameras and microphones making the whole affair a big Zoom webinar, so I have been familiar with the goings-on of the board for a few years now. The board is made up of a number of at-large members, plus five seats reserved for students (3), faculty (1) and non-faculty staff (1) members. As the clock wound down to the end of the term for the previous holder of the staff seat, there were no folks stepping up; rather than see a seat go empty, I put my name in.

The past few months have been an interesting transition for me, getting used to being on the other side of the camera, literally and figuratively. As a public official, there are some things I can no longer say, at least in the way I might have said them, at least about where I work. Of course, I am appointed, not elected, so I do not have to worry in the same way about offending potential voters when I do choose to opine.

Which I will.

But, for now at least, all has been quiet on New Year’s day. 2026 beckons, and there is a storm or two in the offing. So pay attention, and for the love of Pete: be involved.

  1. https://oregon.public.law/statutes/ors_352.033 ↩︎

It’s a small step, but if everyone takes it…

Back in 2013 I joined a website then called “twitter.” I was not an early adopter (I rarely am) but I new I would be traveling and many of the folks with whom I wanted to be in touch were almost exclusively (anti)social-media-only communicators.

Folks I knew had fancy-schmancy pocket computers from Apple and Samsung that had built-in cellular telephone capabilities, but never used them as phones. Their mode was all-text, all-the time. Preferably on one of the two major (anti)social media sites: Facething or the Twits.

Some time ago I left the former, as it was simply, too much. I was never too much of a user of the latter site, for which I kept my account alive primarily to be able to access posts of others – some can only be seen from within that particular sphere. In the intervening years the site was purchased by a very wealthy megalomaniac and transformed into the service of another, far less wealthy megalomaniac, arguably playing a role in getting the latter re-elected to the highest office in the land.

My account counts. Not much, but it’s a tick on the grand tally of accounts that allows the owner to say: “I’ve got so many accounts…”

So many minus one now, Bub. The flood of lies, disinformation, and misinformation that are the “X” content stream are not something I can in good conscience be a part of – even a passive one. So I am leaving, deactivating my account, and turning my back. I shall no longer be counted as one of the millions that make the site whatever the hell it has become.

It’s a small step, but if every like-minded person (and there are tens of millions of us out there, based on the Nov. 5 tallies) took the same small step, the collective leap would be impressive.

Meanwhile, it’s been a rough week. There is still a giant media channel to which I remain a member, and it is through them I can offer this needed distraction:

And if you like that, there’s more!

And for those looking for wallpaper, you can catch the boats in Portsmouth harbor here:

Peace – Eric

Despair is easy.

I’ve been quiet lately, as there has been plenty of noise this past several years of an election season. Today we have a pretty good idea of the results, and the landscape to follow, and, naturally, I have a few cents to offer.

You know the old saw: if it was easy, everyone would be doing it. Well, despair is easy, and after the election might feel quite natural. And as we go through this day, the next few weeks, and even years, that old saw will be proven right.

It is also easy to feel betrayed, swindled, let down, and any number of negative thoughts about current events and that, too, is natural.

What is not easy is hope. If the last year, or four, or decade(s) even, have been difficult, let me ask you this: was there still hope yesterday?

I went to bed Tuesday night clueless. Didn’t open the news sites, turn on the radio, watch TV – in fact, I fell asleep to Monty Python’s Flying Circus season 1 episode 8, Full Frontal Nudity. That’s the episode with the dead parrot sketch.

Wednesday morning, I woke up hopeful. Of course, those immediate hopes were dashed to the rocks quickly by the mellifluous tones from NPR’s voices. Perhaps I thought holding off, ripping the Band-Aid® as it were, would be better than 8 years ago. I’m not sure, but I think it was. I got a good night’s sleep, which meant that, as soon as my hopes were dashed, they started stirring again in my rested soul.

According to early results from our Secretary of State’s office, there were 3,077,779 registered voters in my state for the election, and as of Wednesday,  2,137,613 returned ballots. That’s a 69.4% turnout for the state. Not bad – not historically great, but not bad. That might go up a bit with postmarked ballots.

But locally? My own County has 62,063 voters and as of yesterday returned 49,970 ballots. That’s an 80.5% rate of participation (so far).

We did our job locally.

Hope requires something in which to grow, and I shall start there. I feel lucky to be where we live, in a community that, generally, steps up. The rest of the nation is a bitter pill to swallow, but we live here, and we have proven we can – at least – take care of our own. It might not be much, but it is something.

From here in my town, I know my state rep – the outgoing one, who will be our new state AG, and our incoming one, a friend since our kids were together in Kindergarten. I know our state Senator. Even on our city council, I know folks. We take care of ourselves locally, and if that’s all we can do, then at least we are doing what we can.

Which gives me hope.

Hope is hard, but it’s still better than the easy option.

Knights win

Knotted at three apiece going into the bottom of the 7th, two runs after the stretch gave the Knights all the edge they needed, along with a 1-2-3 8th and solid D in the 9th.

Sitting next to the field in my boss’ seats was almost like running low 3rd back in the olden times with crank zooms. Either way, no matter where you sit, it keeps proving to be true: never a bad day/night at the ballpark…

Under the lights and a darkening sky over Goss Stadium at Coleman Field, the Knights pitcher delivers the penultimate pitch in the July 26 5-3 win over the Pickles.

(Thanks, Brendan!)

Support Local Journalism

As we enter a year of conflict and disinformation all rolled together with the goo that is politics, it is more important than ever to have access to quality information, if one is to know what’s happening in their world.

This is tough even in the best of circumstances – and we are not now in the best of times for either responsible journalism or for media literacy.

PLEASE HELP THE EUGENE WEEKLY GET BACK ON THEIR FEET

That’s not to say there is not a lot of responsible journalism out there – there is. But the noise to signal ratio is higher than ever, what with the flood of disinformation across (anti)social media sites and the scads of imposter sites that look like news outlets but are only designed to look that way to camouflage propaganda mills.

Put most folks into this information environment, and suddenly the lack of media literacy in our population magnifies the troubles exponentially.

It’s tough – but not impossible. And it begins at home. Literally, in your own home. What do you do to read/watch/hear the news each day? Chances are, it’s going to be done online, which allows you access to more information than ever before – but also allows malefactors more information about what you are looking for and your viewing habits, so they can tailor bogus news to fit nicely into your own, personalized sweet spot.

So, what to do? First: know what you’re consuming for news! It may seem obvious, but knowing the difference between the Washington Post’s website and the Washington Examiner’s makes a huge difference in what you are consuming for your daily information intake.

And, yes, every place you go on the web will have a bias of one kind or another. I subscribe to the WaPo even though I know it’s owned by Jeff Bezos (yes, that Jeff Bezos…) – because I know that organization cares about its journalism, and I can trust the veracity of their reportage fare more than, say, the OAN.

Media literacy can be learned. There are excellent resources out there to help decipher what things you read about really mean. All the understanding about the journalism that’s available to you don’t mean squat, however, without quality journalism being available to you in the first place.

PLEASE HELP THE EUGENE WEEKLY GET BACK ON THEIR FEET

And this really does start at home – with the journalism available to you that represents your community. Your local paper. Your local radio station. Hell, even local facething groups and blogs count as local media – and creating quality journalism at the local level takes the support of the community.

That’s why I also support my local public radio stations (plural). They are doing boots-on-the-ground reporting on local and state issues every day, and they deserve my support for that, as I listen to them every damn day to know what’s happening int he world.

PLEASE HELP THE EUGENE WEEKLY GET BACK ON THEIR FEET

You may have noticed that I’m asking for your support for the Eugene Weekly. Click the link for the full story; the short version is just before Christmas the publisher discovered they had been embezzled and had to lay folks off.

The Eugene Weekly is an “alt” weekly – it’s not the biggest paper sold in town, but, given that the biggest paper in town is published elsewhere, it’s literally the only paper made in town. Now, Eugene is not my town – it’s south of here about an hour, but it’s a close enough community that I enjoy the connection offered by the weekly (it’s also my connection when I’m Jonesin’ for a crossword…)

During the pandemic, the paper kept going…thinner, but still going. It has provided an alternative view, of the area; it has provided opportunities for J-school students to do real-world reporting; it has garnered awards and accolades. And its letters are a trip and three-quarters most of the weeks.

Having an outlet for local journalism such as the Weekly makes a city more livable. To have someone gut it in such a cruel and petty manner is even worse than the ways hedge fund board rooms have been gutting newspapers for the past few decades. I mean, yes, the latter is a long, slow, and lingering death of some of the finest newsrooms in the country; but what happened to the Weekly was just a mean, ugly sucker punch below the belt.

At the same time, though, it was kind of a wake-up call.

Once the Weekly was off the street, and folks heard why, the floodgate opened in ways one might not have though imaginable. It’s been described like the scene from It’s A Wonderful Life when the town comes together to bail out the Bailey’s – tens of thousand of dollars (and, yes, you know I gave!) have flowed into the Weekly to make them whole again. The once-great Register Guard has shriveled over the year to a hollow shell of itself, run from the Statesman Journal up in Salem. Over all those years of troubles, the community did not stand up and make its voice heard about the need for the paper.

Faced with the dastardly loss of the Weekly, the community appears to be speaking.

PLEASE HELP THE EUGENE WEEKLY GET BACK ON THEIR FEET

If you can help the Weekly, please do. But if you are somewhere else, what’s your “Weekly”? What have you done for them, lately?

As we enter a year of conflict and disinformation all rolled together with the goo that is politics, it is more important than ever to have access to quality information, if one is to know what’s happening in their world.

We need our Weekly. Wherever we are.


NYTimes: https://newsletter.eugeneweekly.com/l/ISk0ERZ5tqVlPv5g01THSA/4fpgoc763VtQ2Yo763bQhp94Ww/TteTjhu4pzR5O7Jjieiy9A

CBS: https://www.cbsnews.com/news/oregon-newspaper-eugene-weekly-lays-off-entire-staff-employee-embezzled-funds/

New year, old stories…

This is the time of year when we hear folks going through their lists to recap the past year, and to make new lists of predictions. With this past a year of hyperbole, we are heading into a new year full of dire warnings. The planet is on fire, our politics are on fire, our culture is on fire…

And yet.

It is a new year, and while the politics of the day will be front page for many months to come (You thought the 2024 contest was already taking up too much airtime and pixels? You ain’t seen nothin’ yet.) it is also worth remembering that we are not living in history…yet.

The signs, all bright neon colors, flashing at hypnotizing rates every way we turn, tell us we are in a scary time for our nation. And, well, yes we are. But the signal-to-noise ratio in our public discourse is lower1 than I can recall in my lifetime, and the alarm bells are rinnging for all the wrong reasons. Deflection is the name of the game, and we – all of us – need to keep our collective eye on the ball, if we are worried about what history informs us of a possible future.

This past week in the small town of Berlin, NH, a candidate for the office of President of the United States was asked a simple question: “What was the cause of the United States Civil War?” The candidate’s2 answer was anything but simple, or even to the point, let alone “presidential.” The word “slavery” was omitted; the topic not even reflected.

The next day, the spin rooms were working at high RPMs. The candidate when asked about her answer said, “Of course the Civil War was about slavery. We know that.”

Except – and this is the thing – she didn’t say it when asked. A subject like the U.S. Civil War should be the low-hanging fruit for any candidate for national office – we are in a time when so many pundits have been predicting that we are sitting on the threshold of a modern civil war.

This is the type of question for which one does not get a “do-over” or make-up exam.

This is the exemplar of the kind of question a Republican candidate should absolutely OWN, given that party’s birth in the same cause that led to the Civil War. The folks who are forgiving the candidate her verbal trespass tell us that the Republican Party has forgotten the concept their party’s name embodies.

But history tells us this is nothing new. A previous republican president of the past century, the guy who resigned rather than face the music, was impressed with the trappings of court when visiting heads of state in Europe, and in preparation for a visit by the British Prime Minister, gussied up the guards with ceremonial uniforms complete with fancy hats and tasseled tunics.

It was the President’s design, and it was panned by critics as being, among other things, “too monarchical” and compared to those you would find surrounding a head of state in a banana republic.

It’s worth remembering that story now, because a few parallels have been made between that guy who resigned and inmate P011358093, the the proclaimed front-runner for the party that has lost its way. Today, we have a candidate who has said he would be a dictator on day 1 if elected. He has said many things, many horrible things, on his way to leading the pack, and they need to be heard for what they are: words that describe what he intends to do if he gets his hands back on the levers of power.

The next closest candidate in the race, if polls are to be believed,4 can’t come to admit why the Civil War was fought – even though the Declaration of Secession of the very state she governed stated slavery was the reason for that state, among others, to secede.

Meanwhile, inflation is down. Jobs are up. Most metrics by which we measure the success of an economy indicate that the past three years have been very, very good to our nation, in no small part because out current President acted in a somewhat revolutionary way: he turned public policy toward raising up its average citizens instead of rewarding its wealthiest, the latter a trend begun under an actor5 in the biggest role of his lifetime.

We are at the beginning of a new year, the first ten months of which will be full of noise, more noise, and then some noise on top of all that. Bread and circuses will appear everywhere a crowd can gather, and much time, pixels, and airwaves will be spent confusing the people so they don’t vote in their interest. Or in the interest of the nation and the world.

We live in a democratic republic, but less and less so in recent years, as the ironically-named Republican party works feverishly to transform our nation into an autocracy, or oligarchy, or some other form of big-ass banana republic.

A republic is, as was explained years ago to sell the notion of one of our own by folks like James Madison and Alexander Hamilton, a government whose fundamental principle is “…that the sense of the majority shall prevail.”6 One needs only look at this past year to see ample evidence tat the GOP is working toward the opposite principle. Perhaps the most obvious and egregious example of this is a former football coach turned U.S. Senator who singlehandedly degraded military readiness and our defense posture around the world by refusing to allow military promotions to continue for most of 2023, leaving whole branches with interim leadership – all for a cause for which that the vast majority of the general public disagrees with him.

The sense of the majority no longer resides in the leadership of the GOP. The Republican Party is not what its name suggests.

All this is nothing new to you, dear reader. If you are here, you are likely already of a similar mind. So what to do?

I don’t know. Getting a signal in past all that noise is a Sisyphean task, but we cannot let up. We cannot give up. Because if we do, they win. And that’s a future, for 2024 and beyond, that I don’t want to be a part of.

And so…welcome to the new year. Take a deep breath, and find some time to make some time to make a difference, however small, on your side of the playing field.

Things are not what they seem. But they don’t have to become what they appear to be coming to.

Good luck – for all of us – in this new year.

  1. If you would prefer, our noise-to-signal ration is terribly high. ↩︎
  2. I would prefer not to use names of folks I don’t support on my blurg. You can look ’em up if you don’t know of whom I am talking. ↩︎
  3. I would prefer not to use names of folks I don’t support on my blurg, but if they earn an inmate number, I’ll allow that descriptor into my prose. ↩︎
  4. Polls at this time are not to be believed. But the give us an insight into what folks are thinking about when it comes to the horserace, so they are not without value – only without as much merit and value that is too often accorded them in the absence of easier reportage this early in the game. ↩︎
  5. Rhymes with RAY-gun ↩︎
  6. Alexander Hamilton, “Federalist” 22, in C. Rossiter, ed., The Federalist Papers (1787) (New York: New American Library, 1961), p.78 ↩︎

It has been a busy fall

Life has kept me busy. Of course, who hasn’t been kept hopping these days? Most folk I know are, well, busy, be it keeping up with work, managing health issues, dealing with their families. When I set myself down in the home office to do some kind of activity on this computing thingy, I find myself doing work – that is to say, working on material brought from the job, spending extra time in an edit doing tweaking, mixing, and such other things as I might fuss over before I send a project out for review.

Lately, too, when I set myself own in this chair to write, I find myself writing for work. My job hasn’t changed, per se, but the focus of some of what I do has shifted somewhat. These days I am writing to document what I do – the great Brain Dump as we call it in my quarterly reviews. With more staff in our department, and, lets face it, the imminent reality of my aging out toward retirement in the actually foreseeable future, it is incumbent upon me to delegate more of what I do to others. I can’t keep doing it all, myself, especially now that I am not alone. Which is nice – but there needs to be a conduit between my grey matter and the tasks our new folks are picking up.

I also get to work more on communications-oriented writing, especially to promote the strategic alignment of our larger department within the division, and the university writ large.

All this is nice, but I need to start carving out time in the new year to write more for myself. To work on projects that have been piling up, one way or another, on the desk here in the home office.

It can be done. Life has been busy, but, let’s be real – not any busier for me as for many others. One person in particular continues to astound and amaze me with her daily output. She writes, each day, for us; for all of US. Her output demonstrates a discipline and ethic that humbles. I type of Heather Cox Richardson, whose substack column, Letters from an American, should be required reading across the board.

Richardson has a new book out; as she’s been hustling around doing the author boogie, she keeps cranking out the daily submissions. Each day I see her name in my inbox, I am awed.

Yesterday’s filing, for Thanksgiving Day, was, as usual, inspirational, and I leave you with her final words from yesterday:

In 1861, Americans went to war to keep a cabal from taking control of the government and turning it into an oligarchy. The fight against that rebellion seemed at first to be too much for the nation to survive. But Americans rallied and threw their hearts into the cause on the battlefields even as they continued to work on the home front for a government that defended democracy and equality before the law.

And in 1865, at least, they won.

https://open.substack.com/pub/heathercoxrichardson/p/november-23-2023

This next year is gonna be the weirdest on record. Fasten your seatbelts…

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