The misinformation around the Smith-Mundt Act is fantastic. Unfortunately, at some point, much of it, including public legal analyses and especially internal legal and other guidance, seems bent on earning the label of disinformation. I had not planned on publishing here for another week as I am focused on a more critical writing effort, but I was, I’ll admit it, triggered by a reference to the Smith-Mundt Act. The setup was a conversation that began with a comment about the amount of money and effort by an adversary’s information operations efforts.

There are times when the energy of money just doesn’t flow as abundantly as it can. Maybe you recently got laid off, had a big unexpected expense, or you began a career transition and the new direction isn’t generating as much income yet. Life is a series of circumstances and not all of them are favorable to our discretionary spending desires, but having access to community and friends is a need for a happy, healthy and supported life.

Before we dive into this week’s topic, I wanted to revisit last week’s artificial sweeteners post. I wanted to say, first off, that I am grateful to have friends in the same field as me who also happen to be registered dietitians. It is important for me to say that artificial sweeteners shouldn’t be painted as inherently bad. They’re not. Plenty of people with metabolic disease or diabetes rely on these to avoid glucose spikes or weight gain.

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“For me, the artist’s role is to follow their obsessions. If you work from that point, people will always encounter something meaningful.” Nina Arsenault, 2012. Late nights, I would stay up and huddle in close to the tiny television set in my bedroom. I’d turn the volume down to just one bar, forcing my ears to adjust to the near inaudible sounds of Showcase’s after dark programming. The arts and culture channel that inexplicably got packaged into my parents’ basic cable plan ran hours of queer tv shows and films after nine or ten at night, seven days a week.