This week was Thanksgiving. This is a complicated holiday in the United States. We are taught a simple narrative in school about Pilgrims and American Indians sharing food together, but that’s a vastly over-simplified narrative that papers over a long history of violence inflicted on Native tribes by the European settlers. This year I leared about the Pequot War, during which many members of the Pequot tribe were killed or sold into slavery such that the trive was effectively eliminated.


I spent most of the week at home visiting family. I spent a lot of time visiting with family and friends, reading, and learning a new method of solving a Rubik’s Cube.

I made some really tasty rolls for Thanksgiving, among several other yummy things.

My sister’s boyfriend taught me how to play snooker one afternoon. I’ve long enjoyed billiard games, and snooker is pretty different from the 8 and 9 ball games I usually play.


I finished “I’m Starting to Worry About This Black Box of Doom”, a book my sister and I were reading together. It got very absurd at the end, and has some good thoughts for all of us about how technology affects our intra- and inter-personal lives. I could hardly put it down the last half.


I’ve been reading and listening to a lot of journalism about what’s coming for trans people in the United States once Trump takes office.

I’ve been really torn on the question of how best to move forward since the election. There’s a lot to sift through, and risks to weigh. I’m thinking and reading a lot, talking with Tess and with my family. I don’t know yet.