Sitting on a corner in Berkeley on beautiful Saturday evening, M and I noticed this yarn bomb. In light of the pressure cooker IEDs (improvised explosive devices) set off earlier in the week, I cringed at the thought of anything named bomb. But, like most graffiti knitting, it was delightful and surprising.
In Advanced Comp, we have been working, for several weeks now, on definition essays, trying to define such controversial issues as lying and beauty and fidelity and torture and marriage. Simultaneously, the news has been wrestling with the term terrorist and the appropriate way to interrogate the living and lock down a city and respond as a nation to horrible acts. And, though I have listened to more than a day’s worth of reporting, and though I appreciate this eloquent counterargument to violence, it seems to me, tonight, there are no answers.