I’ve been thinking about how writers, artists and musicians tend to be societies canaries in the coal mine, making noise when the world gets a little more dangerous than it should be.
Hmm, now that I think about it, that’s a little backwards. Real canaries used in coal mines sang when the air was clean and died when the air became toxic. As a miner, if you didn’t hear the canary, or worse yet, if the canary died, you knew something was wrong.
Good for the miners…not so good for the canaries.
OK, so my analogy stinks, but you get the point.
-Dave
