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author | luxagraf <sng@luxagraf.net> | 2016-03-27 20:43:47 -0400 |
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committer | luxagraf <sng@luxagraf.net> | 2016-03-27 20:43:47 -0400 |
commit | 26a3aa59670bc72f96b71e96b596085f6977dc77 (patch) | |
tree | bdfa9930012ad8017138562026378d01124d64e4 | |
parent | 2fcdae4c6b6524a22a352db99dc8a91d0eea22d2 (diff) |
published shaving seasons finally after all these years
-rw-r--r-- | fu.txt | 5 | ||||
-rw-r--r-- | fuck-our-society.txt | 18 | ||||
-rw-r--r-- | published/2016-02-24-up-in-the-air.txt (renamed from aesthetics.txt) | 0 | ||||
-rw-r--r-- | published/2016-03-27_another-spring.txt (renamed from shaving seasons.txt) | 4 | ||||
-rw-r--r-- | soltice.txt | 3 |
5 files changed, 13 insertions, 17 deletions
@@ -1,5 +0,0 @@ -Things done changed. - -Against my better judgement I recently applied for a job at medium size techish company that happened to be hiring for something along the lines of what Webmonkey used to be, with one monumentally huge exception that I'll get into in a minute. - - diff --git a/fuck-our-society.txt b/fuck-our-society.txt index fd7a41c..7be0091 100644 --- a/fuck-our-society.txt +++ b/fuck-our-society.txt @@ -1,18 +1,22 @@ -Many moons ago I was down in Laguna Beach at tippicanoe's used clothing store when I ran across a relatively innocuous dark olive green shirt. Probably handmade, it looked a bit like an old-style baseball jersey, with a number three in red on the front pocket. On the back it had a cheery serif script that reads "Fuck Our Society", flanked on either side by anarchy A's in padlocks. You bet your ass I bought it. +Many moons ago I was down in Laguna Beach at the now long gone Tippecanoe's clothing store when I ran across a relatively innocuous dark olive green shirt. Probably handmade, it looked a bit like an old-style baseball jersey, with a number three in red on the front pocket. On the back it had a cheery serif script that read "Fuck Our Society", flanked on either side by anarchy A's in padlocks. You bet your ass I bought it. -I was in a band back then, I played quite a few shows in it. But this was Orange County CA in the mid to late '90s, I didn't wear it out much. Once, on the way to a show, we stopped at Trader Joe's to grab a snack for the road and while we were standing in line I felt a tap on the shoulder. I had been conscious of wearing the shirt since I got out of the car so I turned around expecting some kind of confrontation, but it was a tiny woman, not much over five feet tall who looked me up and down and then smiled and said, "I like your shirt." +I was in a band back then, I played quite a few shows in it. But this was Orange County CA in the mid to late 1990s, I didn't wear it out much. Once, on the way to a show, we stopped at Trader Joe's to grab a snack for the road and while we were standing in line I felt a tap on the shoulder. I had been conscious of wearing the shirt since I got out of the car so I turned around expecting some kind of confrontation, but it was a tiny woman, not much over five feet tall who looked me up and down and then smiled and said, "I like your shirt." -I've never really called myself an anarchist, I'm not even sure what that would mean. Anarchy was the only political-ish thought system that's had any appeal to me. But even its appeal is pretty weak. I have read most of the notable political anarchists, Emma Goldman, Rudolf Rocker, Alexander Berkman and others, as well as the more figurative writers one might call anarchists like Tolstoy, Henry David Thoreau and tk +I've never really called myself an anarchist, I'm not even sure what that would mean. Anarchy was the only political-ish thought system that's had any appeal to me. But even its appeal is pretty weak. I have read most of the notable political anarchists, Emma Goldman, Rudolf Rocker, Alexander Berkman, Hannah Arendt, Noam Chomsky and others, as well as the more figurative writers one might call anarchists like Tolstoy, Henry David Thoreau, Albert Camus and Oscar Wilde. While I sympathized with, for example, Focker's notion that political institutions -- possibly the biggest problem humanity faces -- grow out of an irrational belief in a higher authority, particularly the singular authority of sun-god religions like Christianity or Islam, at the end of the day I am not an anarcho-syndicalist. I have no interest in the political aims of anarchy. I am occasionally drawn to a more P.O.S-style anarchism, the kind that's "probably not welcome at your protest/ Say I'm out of my damn mind/ Looking to break glass, not holding a damn sign", which is not to pigeon hole P.O.S, just that he's good at defining the appeal of that space. And it has appeal. Having looked at something as massive as an earthmover with a bag of sugar in hand... it has appeal is all I will say about that. It's ineffectual, but then relatively speaking almost everything is, that's the world. -There might be dark nights and sugared gas tanks in my past, but that's not the anarchy I embraced. If I were to expose a form of anarchy it would be what I like to call "magical anarchism". +There might be dark nights and sugared gas tanks in my past, but that's not the anarchy I ended up believing in. That's not to denigrate the more violent anarchy. It has it's place, but when I wore that shirt I had something else in mind, something I have been thinking of for years now as "magical anarchism". -Magical anarchism is the anarchy of travel and empathy, the anarchy of tk, the anarchy of girt economies, the anarchy of completely re-arranging experience with psychotropic chemicals, the anarchy of +Magical anarchism is the anarchy of travel and empathy, the anarchy of completely unzipping your head, the anarchy of gift economies, the anarchy of completely re-arranging experience with psychotropic chemicals. And yes, the anarchy of freedom from stuff. + +I don't entirely agree with Wilde's premise in The Soul of Man Under Socialism, which is to say the beginning of the quote bothers me: + +> With the abolition of private property, then, we shall have true, beautiful, healthy Individualism. Nobody will waste his life in accumulating things, and the symbols for things. One will live. To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.” + +I don't think the answer is the abolition of private property. I'm game to try. It might work, but you can achieve the latter without it. That is you can abolish your own private property and stop wasting your life in accumulating things. -There’s more than one way to skin schodenger’s cat. -teeth bared and fists clenched diff --git a/aesthetics.txt b/published/2016-02-24-up-in-the-air.txt index 79e31da..79e31da 100644 --- a/aesthetics.txt +++ b/published/2016-02-24-up-in-the-air.txt diff --git a/shaving seasons.txt b/published/2016-03-27_another-spring.txt index d3c6ae2..efea7fb 100644 --- a/shaving seasons.txt +++ b/published/2016-03-27_another-spring.txt @@ -16,7 +16,7 @@ There is the spring equinox. The plane of Earth's equator passes through the cen If you whip out your stopwatch you'll notice that the length of day and night aren't *exactly* the same, but then if you're the sort to whip out a stopwatch for holidays probably no one is going to invite your to their equinox party anyway. It's close enough. It's something to mark, somehow. -One of the unfortunate side effects of not being religious or subscribing to any particular religion[^1] is that you have little to mark. Without religion you miss out on some community and festivals. Secularists don't have potlucks. +One of the unfortunate side effects of not being religious or subscribing to any particular religion[^1] is that you have little to mark. Days and months slide by. Changes proceed largely without us or without our marking them in any way. Secularists don't have potlucks. <img src="images/2016/potluckchicken.jpg" class="picfull caption" /> @@ -36,7 +36,7 @@ Not that spring has much gravitas. But there is a certain violence to change, ev We like to paint spring a something that emerges out of winter, something that grows up from some blankness, and it does from one perspective, but we overlook that it destroys what came before. There is no change without destruction and decay. It's possible to recast that destruction in pretty words, but it is always destruction, especially from the point of view of what came before. It would be interesting to hear what the caterpillar thinks of the butterfly. -I'm never going to get the collective solemnity of ceremony without religion though. I know that. That sort of gravity comes from larger groups of like minded people than I will ever find, even on Facebook. I settle for potlucks and the more personal. For a few years now I've been marking the changes with change. In autumn I grow out my hair and beard. In spring I shave. It's a small thing, but it's a destructive thing. It's a little bit of change, ceremony and all. +I'm never going to get the collective solemnity of ceremony without religion though. I know that. That sort of gravity comes from larger groups of like minded people than I will ever find, even on Facebook. For now I'll settle for potlucks. [^1]: The sun god religions obsess over rules, power and control when we all know potlucks are what matters. diff --git a/soltice.txt b/soltice.txt deleted file mode 100644 index 99f96f5..0000000 --- a/soltice.txt +++ /dev/null @@ -1,3 +0,0 @@ -One of the unfortunate side effects of not being religious or subscribing to any particular religion is that you miss out on two major and very real things religion provides -- community and celebration. - -Solstice celebration. |