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+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.
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+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." 
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+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
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+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. 
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+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.
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+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".
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+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 
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+There’s more than one way to skin schodenger’s cat.
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+teeth bared and fists clenched
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 This becomes a day like any other that is somehow different in way you cannot put your finger on. The sun rises a bit later, the temperature is a bit warmer, the river lower, the trees still bare.
 
-Ever since they moved daylight savings time back the world has felt a bit off to me. Not that I put much stock in time. I rarely know what time it is other than in relation to something I need to do. For example I know I need to put my kids to bed in 10 minutes and therefore I know it's in the neighborhood of seven o'clock. But otherwise...
+There's something about spring here in Athens specifically, even if you can't pinpoint the time. North of here the world is still caked in snow and ice, well below freezing. But in my world, it's sunny and nearly 75. It might not last. It's possible another snow storm is yet to come, but you have to cast your lot with some version of the future. 
 
-Still when casting about for days to mark as somehow different than the ones right around them, March 9 or so doesn't actually seem a bad one. At least in my climate. North of here is still caked in snow and ice, well below freezing. But in my world, it's sunny and nearly 75. It might not last. It's possible another snow storm is yet to come, but you have to cast your lot with some version of the future. So I shaved my beard. When I was done I felt a bit lighter, a bit brighter. So I shaved my head too. 
+The future starts to feel possible again. Little things. The air feels brighter. People pull out less practical footwear. It's still early enough that the mornings are crisp and the pollen hasn't started.
 
-It's lately how I mark the passing of seasons. In autumn and winter, more hair. In spring and summer, less. It's a small thing. Like falling leaves or opening buds, but personally at least it is perhaps more. It is something anyway.
+And then the pollen does start. Great lime green clouds of oak pollen and tk join the gymnosperms contributions to the point that even I, with no allergies at all, end up with runny eyes and burning lungs. It's awful for a week to ten days. Then the catkins fall in great heaps that mat in the tk, choke the gutters and require a rake to get out of the yard.
 
-There's something about spring here in Athens, even if you can't pinpoint the time. Little things; people shedding practical footwear, fleeces and other winter accoutrements. 
+Then it stops and you know summer heat is only a week or two away. This is how it goes around here, year after year. It typically starts a bit before calendar spring. I'm not good with dates though. And ever since they moved daylight savings time back the world has felt a bit off to me. 
 
-It's the time of year I start fermenting, creating stuff. Planting things, building things. 
+Dates aren't a particularly good way to track time anyway. Spring comes when it comes. 
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+There is the spring equinox though (vernal if you're feeling fancy). The plane of Earth's equator passes through the center of the Sun with admirable regularity. If you whip out your stopwatch you'd know that the length of day and night aren't *exactly* the same, but then if you're the sort to whip out a stopwatch probably no one is going to invite your to their equinox party anyway. It's close enough. It's something to mark. 
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+One of the unfortunate side effects of not being religious or subscribing to any particular religion is that you have little to mark. Without religion you miss out on two major, and very concrete, things religion provides[^1] -- community and festivals. 
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+One of the wonderful things about the Internet though is that it makes communities possible that would otherwise not be possible. No church to attend every Sunday with the same people? No problem just start a Facebook group. It'd be a whole lot better if Facebook wasn't the mediator of anyone's community, but for now that's where the people are so that's where the communities are.
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+Which is the world's longest intro to we went to an equinox party and easter egg hunt with a bunch of fellow secularists. And it was great. There was even old school climbing equipment of the sort children could take real risks on. I'd like to attribute that to the lack of religion present, but that would be stretching it.
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+It's lately how I mark the passing of seasons. In autumn and winter, more hair. In spring and summer, less. It's a small thing. Like falling leaves or opening buds. It's what I do anyway.
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+[^1]: Religion provides a lot more than that naturally, most of the rest of it not-so-good, particularly with the sun god religions and their obsession with power and control, but I'll stick with the positive here.
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+Not that there's anything wrong with self-delusion necessarily. Usually there is actually, but as Terence McKenna [wrote](https://www.erowid.org/culture/characters/mckenna_terence/mckenna_terence_tryptamines_consciousness.shtml), "people have been talking to gods and demons for far more of human history than they have not." Religion If it gets you through the day a happier person -- and you don't feel the need to convince everyone else to share your delusion -- so be it. 
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+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. 
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+Solstice celebration.
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+Will I someday change my mind and buy the X-Pro2? Probably. I'm no different than you, not better than you. 
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 I dislike upgrading things. This is why I have, at the age of, ahem, forty plus let's say, owned only 4 cars (two of which I still own), have more than a few t-shirts that are over a decade old and am typing this on an eight year old laptop. 
 
 This is less a testament to my frugality than my deep-seated belief that if it ain't broke, there's no need to change anything.
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 I've been thinking about this a lot lately for two reasons: rebuilding the bus and testing the brand new Fujifilm X-Pro2 for Wired. 
 
-Rebuilding the bus has required some deep research and thinking about what stuff we actually need. Refrigerator? Well, really we need a way to keep a few things cold for a week at a time. An icebox and a 12V freezer that only needs to run when making ice or freezing food uses far less energy than a 2 way fridge that's always running.
+Rebuilding the bus has required some deep research and thinking about what stuff we actually need. A lot of the things we use for convenience are just that, conveniences, not requirements. There's nothing wrong with convenience exactly, but it has costs. 
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+To use the example that leaves everyone scratching their head, let's talk about the refrigerator I tore out. Unlike the air conditioner, which I did tear out because I hate it, I didn't tear the 2-way propane/12v fridge because I hate refrigeration. I did tear it out in part because I wanted to learn to live without refrigeration, but also because I backed up and looked at the problem refrigeration is trying to solve.
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+No one needs refrigerator. What we need is a way to keep food from becoming in edible. In our case in the bus that means a way to keep a few things cold for two weeks, or, ideally, for convenience sake, indefinitely. But wait, what food? And how cold does it need to be? Which foods actually need to be refrigerated? 
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+At it turns out almost nothing in your refrigerator needs to be there. A lot of it is even better if you take it out. Fruit is better when not refrigerated, ditto most vegetables. Some veggies will keep long when cool though. Leftovers need to either say hot or cool. Meat needs to stay cool. So then, after starting way back at the beginning -- what needs to be refrigerated -- I realized we didn't need a fridge at all. An icebox and a 12V freezer that only needs to run when making ice or freezing food uses far less energy and can be powered entirely by the sun. Freeze the foods when you buy them, make ice when you need it and put everything in the icebox. Eat the food as it thaws, store the rest in cool dry container, mesh baskets and so on. The problem gets solved without the excess energy draw and without the noise of a fridge running all the time.
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+Like so many experiments I've done through this site, I will keep you posted on how well my theory hold up in real world experience. I'm not worried though.
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