Is there some calculus for how many years it takes before something you once considered serious becomes cringe-worthy? Is it a linear equation, or is there some point where the cringe turns to turn into nostalgia? I’m not sure, but in putting together this site, I found an essay I wrote for Vanderbilt’s undergraduate philosophy journal, Geist, as a wee sophomore. It falls somewhere between cringe, nostalgia, and just a smidge of pride. As is probably clear from the tone, my politics were… a little more radical, to say the least. It’s a funky essay, but I do think it’s at least mildly apropos bringing information out of the hands of the powerful and disseminating it to the people. Enjoy!