David Faris
@davidfaris.bsky.social
Prof. of Politics, writer at @slate.bsky.social, @newsweek.com and @thenation. Author, IT’S TIME TO FIGHT DIRTY. Chicago, in the Medium Bucket. Dad, husband. The alarmists were right. Views are mine alone.
https://blogs.roosevelt.edu/dfaris
https://blogs.roosevelt.edu/dfaris
Oh Ken. Truly ahead of his time.
November 22, 2025 at 3:37 AM
Oh Ken. Truly ahead of his time.
Sorry I meant Miracle Mile obvy
November 12, 2025 at 12:25 AM
Sorry I meant Miracle Mile obvy
Miracle Mike is a great movie though!
November 11, 2025 at 1:43 PM
Miracle Mike is a great movie though!
I remember when I was part of a unionization drive in grad school. The night before the representation election, one of the organizers gathered us together and was like, guys we can't want this more than you do. That's how I feel right now. I honestly think it doesn't matter to most of them.
November 10, 2025 at 3:54 AM
I remember when I was part of a unionization drive in grad school. The night before the representation election, one of the organizers gathered us together and was like, guys we can't want this more than you do. That's how I feel right now. I honestly think it doesn't matter to most of them.
....their giant eyes at you and then you plunge yourself into another day. I wish I could bottle that feeling of anticipatory loss, the reminder that it's so fleeting and you have to make yourself fall in love even with the hard parts, slam it like a 5-hour energy drink....
Anyway how was your day?
Anyway how was your day?
November 8, 2025 at 4:22 AM
....their giant eyes at you and then you plunge yourself into another day. I wish I could bottle that feeling of anticipatory loss, the reminder that it's so fleeting and you have to make yourself fall in love even with the hard parts, slam it like a 5-hour energy drink....
Anyway how was your day?
Anyway how was your day?
....feeling such internal conflict over this sometimes horrific, sometimes beautiful world you've brought them into, hoping they never remember anything that is going on right now, knowing you'll do it all over again in eight hours whether you sleep well or not. And they will wake up and blink....
November 8, 2025 at 4:22 AM
....feeling such internal conflict over this sometimes horrific, sometimes beautiful world you've brought them into, hoping they never remember anything that is going on right now, knowing you'll do it all over again in eight hours whether you sleep well or not. And they will wake up and blink....
...and then they finally go to bed and you pop in on them after you know they're lights out, and you gaze at them with this exact line of thinking barreling through your head, second guessing what you did right and wrong, agonizing if you lost your temper for a minute, wishing they were awake....
November 8, 2025 at 4:22 AM
...and then they finally go to bed and you pop in on them after you know they're lights out, and you gaze at them with this exact line of thinking barreling through your head, second guessing what you did right and wrong, agonizing if you lost your temper for a minute, wishing they were awake....
...you know this and yet it doesn't really change anything to chant it to yourself as a mantra. In the moment you're still like wow I'm wheezing and out of gas and I have hours left to deal with two kids with the weekend looming and I would give anything to lie in my bed and shut my eyes for 30....
November 8, 2025 at 4:22 AM
...you know this and yet it doesn't really change anything to chant it to yourself as a mantra. In the moment you're still like wow I'm wheezing and out of gas and I have hours left to deal with two kids with the weekend looming and I would give anything to lie in my bed and shut my eyes for 30....
...maxed out on Magnetiles and Bluey and reading, you know somewhere deep in your soul that someday, maybe in 10 years, maybe in 30, whatever, you will be willing to trade every single second of whatever remains of your dumb life for 1 of these hours. One hour. The whole time, highs and lows....
November 8, 2025 at 4:22 AM
...maxed out on Magnetiles and Bluey and reading, you know somewhere deep in your soul that someday, maybe in 10 years, maybe in 30, whatever, you will be willing to trade every single second of whatever remains of your dumb life for 1 of these hours. One hour. The whole time, highs and lows....