The Publishing-Editor of Hubris (formerly Weekly Hubris) was once upon a time joined by a plethora of international commentators of various stripes, driven by diverse creative and ideological demi-urges, to bring . . . “more light” to readers scattered across the worldwide web. (Hence our overall title, which derives from the life’s work of the late, great Titan, Prometheus.)
Our contributors, over time, have comprised a self-proclaimed-Wordspinner-cum-puzzle-master; a perpetually and passionately outraged British barrister; an expatriated and ex-urban poet-politician; a playwright-cum-Reiki-Master; an Aikido-Sensei-cum-graphic artist; an itinerant, literate gastronome; an adventure-prone, journeyman technical writer; a Deep-Fried-Southern Austen & Autobiography scholar; the eternally-pissed-off F. Theresa; men of books and much more from Alaska and North Carolina; a financier fled from the Halls of Mammon; one of the foremost contemporary poets of America; a trumpet-playing martial artist devoted to The Prophet; another trumpet-playing musicologist fond of the open road (and fries with it); a photographer/masseuse from Santorini; and yours truly.
The archives of all these writers/artists will be preserved here, in virtual space, while WeeklyHubris.com endures as a publication. So, come back at will, and graze deeply. We’ll be here. Stealing a little fire from the gods. For you. (Oh. And subscribe, dern it. Contact Tim Bayer, at email@example.com, and he’ll add your email to our list.)
Read Hubris. It’s one of the much lesser-known paths to enlightenment.
PS Hubris, from the Greek, means, roughly, “presumption.” And, since I selected this moniker for our site, I presume you may want a few words—just a few—of explanation. Why hubris? Prometheus, the Greek Titan, an old-school, Progressive type, thought the gods had a lot of goodies that needed sharing with mankind. Not just fire, (according to Wikipedia) but “all the civilizing arts, such as writing, medicine, mathematics, astronomy, metallurgy, architecture and agriculture.” In fact, the gods, in Prometheus’s day, were determined to wipe out mankind . . . and so the Titan snuck up to the holy mountain and went about his brothers’ and sisters’ business. He committed the (Ancient Greek) sin of hubris, so that we might roast marshmallows . . . and so, so much more.
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