Long time no blog. Insert various good excuses here, but also that my brain is
going into one of its synthesis modes — I’ve spent weeks pulling in
information and trying to integrate it piece by piece and now I feel myself
starting to reorganize things. But until it starts to click, there isn’t much
to report on — it’s all an unarticulable jumble. It’ll take a good night of
weird dreams and then I’ll wake up with an “oh, yeah, that’s the metaphor I
was looking for.”
So, until then, just an update to let y’all know I haven’t forgotten
The Picket Line.
I’m going to try to stop with my detailed updates of the Abu Ghraib story here
at The Picket Line — if you want to follow the story,
I recommend Whiskey Bar
a.k.a. Billmon, but
in truth there’s good commentary and investigation all over blogland.
I won’t be leaving the story behind entirely, since it is turning out to be a
good window on the issues of complicity, responsibility and willful ignorance
that I bring up here regularly. But I’m heartened to see that many of these
angles are being pursued energetically and well by others, and so I’m going to
hold off until I’m confident I’ve got something to say that’s tightly focused
and not redundant.
