I first saw the phrase epistemic closure in my blog feed when I was rather tired. I didn't quite feel like digesting something with that many syllables and it took me a few days to build up the courage to trawl through the relevant discussion (which was not particularly noteworthy). I was struck most by this thought: "why are people talking about this now, of all times?"

On this morning, let us remember that a week has passed since a terrible tragedy: one week ago, it was April 20th. Fuck this day, fuck what it represents, and fuck anyone who cares about it. Somewhat more broadly, actually, fuck any day on which people care about marijuana.

The F-Word is one of a handful of feminism blogs that I read. Unfortunately, it's probably the worst. It's in an awkward position where it's usually good enough for me to want to continue reading it, but it puts out bad content often enough that it's tempting to stop. What do I consider bad? Here are two bad articles published on the blog last week.

I'm a recent graduate, but I'm still involved with Students for Sensible Drug Policy. Thanks to that organization's mailing list I had this gem appear in my mailbox a few days ago:

Last Monday I testified against H.B. No. 5486, which would have prevented sex offenders in Connecticut from living within 2000 feet of a school or daycare facility.

Sex is one of the many things that I waste my pitiful life on. Horrifyingly enough I'm not alone in that pursuit.

A little less than a year ago I embarked on a quest to start a Blog Of My Own. It wasn't a very good idea, and I don't recommend it! I didn't read blogs regularly at the time and I had little conception of what I really wanted to do with a space for my thoughts. Predictably, the attempt was a miserable flop. I didn't even get to the point of not having readers.