Who I am

John Lusk, sometimes-cranky, sheltered, middle-class, middle-aged, white, suburban man in North Carolina (in the U.S.). Got me pegged now? (See? Cranky.)

Also, if you’re coming here from social media: yes, I’m kind of a reply guy.

In spite of what I may post on social media, I consider myself a Christian. If you want to read a better statement of my Christianity than I could come up with by myself, here: A Statement of Faith of the United Church of Canada (UMC Affirmation of Faith #883).

I also consider myself an anti-racist and a white ally^*, in spite of what I just posted that caused you to come here and see who I am.

^* Yes, yes, I know about white allyship.

Why this blog

Social media is unreliable.

Here’s an example of Twitter being stupid: Twitter blocked me. This is a pretty prime example of why I set up a blog.

Another example is the death of Google+.

So, here we are, my “true” POSSE solution (until I come up with something else, because UNDER CONSTRUCTION).

If you use https://newsblur.com/ (or any other RSS feed reader), you can add this blog’s RSS feed (and any other website’s RSS feed) and see the full text of each post without having to click around to various blogs and websites.

If you really just want to stay on Facebook

Follow or like this page: https://www.facebook.com/John-Lusks-Very-Own-Bloggy-Page-On-This-Sketchy-Social-Media-Channel-1860519107388258/

“Pinned” posts

Other sites let you “pin” things so they’re always visible to users. Google+ did it. Twitter lets you do it. I decided to give myself the ability to pin multiple posts, so I could look them up faster when I wanted to refer back to them, or because I thought they were important, or useful to give people a picture into who I am. So, I created a “Pinned” tag, and when I say I’m going to pin a post, I really mean I’m going to tag it “Pinned”.

A little technical note on weird formatting

I do a lot of posting from my Android tablet using the WordPress app, with all the limitations and quirks of that platform, plus my two thumbs.

“Here, read this.”

…is what my dad used to say to my mom with a fair degree of frequency. He was always highlighting articles (mostly in the Wall Street Journal because he was your standard Greatest Generation conservative (we’re all standard, really; just little cardboard cutouts bouncing through life)), and handing them to her. “Here, read this.”

Anyway, now I’m doing it.