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at my moms house, looking through old journals

Tue, 03 Nov 2009 00:44:11 GMT

some quotes written down last winter and spring that i think are relevant

"being told you are a worthless piece of shit and not believing it is a form of resistance." - kathleen hanna

"towns trap people, thats for sure. the rest of the world might as well not even be out there." - michelle tea

"deconstructing male privilege is your job, not mine" - creosote

"i didn't really feel that queer or gay in the punk scene because its so queer in this sense of 'everybody is.' it is weird because i was mislead. it really pissed me off. there are all these effeminate punk boys running around who are really sleazy dudes hiding behind false queerness." - ash, from identity crisis: punk subculture and community

"for me that feeling of the world deconstructed and mindfully put back together again is the core of my enduring love of punk." - tracy in identity crisis: "

"if they like me, it's cause i'm awesome. so i'm gonna be awesome." - meg

"if we make it out alive, we're getting matching knuckle tats." - ??

"you know you're crusty when you can smell your crotch sitting up." - ??

"we keep up the fight to keep our spirits light" - john darnielle

Tue, 21 Jul 2009 18:49:17 GMT

CIRCUS TOUR SCHEDULE!

Thursday the 23rd at Collective A-Go-Go in Worcester, MA
Friday the 24th in Providence, RI
Saturday the 25th in Brooklyn, NYC
Sunday the 26th at Omega Teen Camp upstate NY
Monday the 27th in Philly
Tuesday the 28th in Ithaca, NY
Wednesday the 29th in Woodbury, VT
Friday the 31st at 10am at the Stonington Farmers Market in Stonington, ME
Saturday the 1st in Searsmont, ME
Sunday the 2nd at 6:30pm Willowind Farm in Bar Harbor, ME (right next to the intersection of Rt 3 and the Knox Rd)

Sat, 18 Jul 2009 04:13:53 GMT

magic lantern slides

after chaos on fire summer circus i want to build an intricate tiny winter show.

Sat, 25 Apr 2009 17:52:40 GMT

short story:

Tiga and Hugh were both arrested yesterday on warrants in scary and
police-state-ish ways. They are being held collectively for $300,000 bail
or $30,000 bond. They both appear to have been targeted as "leaders" of
the I-69 campaign.
Their charges are as follows:
2 counts of intimidation, 2 counts of conversion (all misdemeanors) and 1
count of corrupt business influence (a class C felony).
These charges carry very intense consequences if they are found guilty and
sentenced. Tiga and Hugh need your support! please donate what you can,
and any money donated for bail can be paid back to you if you specify so.
Stand in solidarity with your friends and comrades who are far away!
Stand together against state intimidation! continue to fight against
neo-colonialism and global capitalism and ecological destruction!

about I-69:
I-69 is a big bad superhighway project of NAFTA that strives to continue
destroying autonomous indiginous communities in central and south america,
as well as devastating the ecosystems it will cut through, as well as
fucking over and destroying the livelihood of farmers, as well as
destroying towns along its path in southern indiana and the states its
slated to pave through next, as well as spreading neocolonialism, as well
as promoting world trade and global capitalism, etc.

long story:

from http://mostlyeverything.net/index.html

In what appears to be the culmination of a several year long case the
state has been building against I-69 resistance, two Indiana residents,
Tiga and Hugh, were arrested this afternoon. Although the charges against
the two include individual acts, for the majority they are trumped up
charges of conspiracy - fairly explicitly, conspiracy to collectively
organize, to challenge environmental and social devastation perpetrated
by the state and capital - leveled against any (not easily recuperative)
movement against I-69. Although it appears that no other warrants have
been issued, that for now no other individuals will be facing the severe
penalties these charges carry, it must be noted that this brash move by
the state is a most blatant affront to any initiative towards social
organization.

Tiga, a long time Indiana resident, was arrested early today as she
appeared in Gibson County court on charges stemming from anti-I-69 actions
this past summer. The arrest was made by the Indiana State Police,
including Officer Brad Chandler, a particularly slimy scumbag whose full
time job it is to harass environmental activists. Tiga is being held on
$10,000 cash bond by the state police on five charge: 2 counts of
intimidation, 2 counts of conversion (all misdemeanors) and 1 count of
corrupt business influence (a class C felony). She is currently being held
in the Pike County jail (812-354-6024), though it’s possible she’ll be
moved around.

A couple hours after Tiga was accosted at the courthouse, Hugh was
arrested in northern Indiana by a US marshal driving an unmarked vehicle.
Rather than pulling over the vehicle Hugh was traveling in, the cop
trailed the car for some unknown duration waiting for it to stop, then
arrested Hugh outside of a gas station. He was then taken to join Tiga in
the Pike County jail, where he is being held on $20,000 cash bond. His
charges are the same as Tiga's, though many of the details of their
warrants differ.

Clearly, lots of help is needed to come up with the $30,000 bond. Whether
or not we can get this figure lowered (included in the state's reasoning
about having such a high bond was the fact that Hugh was known to
distribute anarchist literature), much financial support will be needed
for legal fees, as the two fight charges carrying a maximum of eight
years.

These arrests are an obvious continuance and escalation of the harassment
of anti-I-69 activities in southern Indiana. People in both Evansville and
Bloomington have been systematically targeted by myriad law enforcement
agencies from throughout the state as well as by federal agencies. Nearly
20 folks are still held captive by the court system, facing both criminal
and civil legal pressures stemming from last summer. As the state tries to
squash its opposition by ensnaring individuals in isolating court cases,
by monitoring and threatening individuals to try to pinpoint ‘leaders’ or
groups responsible, it is important to recognize that every such instance
of individual repression is easily and effectively repression of all
resistance. To counter such repression with honest reflection on its
functioning and on how action might challenge rather than support this
repression, is to stand in solidarity with Tiga and Hugh, with the best
things they or we might fight for.

Fri, 24 Apr 2009 05:37:09 GMT

<img src=http://mi-cache.legacy.com/legacy/images/Cobrands/Providence/Photos/4M03014_04232009.jpg>

DALEY, DANIEL P., 53, of Pine St., died Sunday at the Summit Commons in Providence. He was the son of Helen Tish (Orr) Daley of North Providence and the late Austin C. Daley.

Dan was a passionate advocate for social justice, serving on the board of Direct Action for Rights and Equality, volunteering with R.I. Jobs With Justice, Industrial Workers of America (IWA), PrYSM and People's Assembly. He was also a long time volunteer at Amos House.

He received a BA from Rhode Island College and was personally presented a Masters Degree in Counseling from the President of Rhode Island College on April 6, 2009.

He was a communicant of St Mary Church on Broadway in Providence. He was a member of the Secular Order of St. Francis and of Pax Christi.

He was an old friend of Bill W.

Besides his mother he leaves a brother James and his wife Katherine and their children Marikate Neill, Kyle, Ryan and Anna all of Cranston. The Funeral will be held Saturday at 9:45 from the Monahan Drabble Sherman Funeral Home 230 Waterman St., Providence with a Mass of Christian Burial at 11am in St. Mary Church, Broadway Prov. Burial will be private. Calling hours Friday 4-7pm. In lieu of flowers, donations may be made to Daniel P. Daley Memorial Scholarship Fund, c/o RIC College Foundation, 600 Mt. Pleasant Ave., Providence, R.I. 02908
Published in The Providence Journal on 4/23/2009

Thu, 16 Apr 2009 05:56:32 GMT

http://www.guardian.co.uk/uk/blog/2009/mar/24/penis-drawing-roof-google

rhizome collective evicted

Thu, 12 Mar 2009 18:48:40 GMT

"Rhizome Collective Sounds International Call: Code Violations May Force Eviction

Austin, Texas – March 11, 2009 - The Rhizome Collective is a consensus-run 501c3 nonprofit organization that has operated a center for community organizing and urban sustainability in an East Austin warehouse since 2000. This warehouse was inspected on March 3rd by officials from the Building and Standards Commission of the City of Austin. On Thursday, March 5th The Code Enforcement Division of The City of Austin delivered a letter outlining a list of code violations to the Collective. The City mandated that the residents and organizations based in the warehouse must vacate before March 16th. The Collective is looking into all options, but is preparing to vacate the warehouse by the deadline. Before this inspection, the Collective was in negotiations to buy the warehouse from its current owner."

more:

http://bloominginspace.wordpress.com/2009/03/12/rhizome-collective-evicted/

this sucks this sucks this sucks this sucks

hell yeah!

Wed, 11 Mar 2009 02:34:10 GMT

this song is kicking off my nutrition mix:

Its all love . . .

I dont eat no meat, no dairy, no sweets
Only ripe vegetables, fresh fruit and whole wheat
Im from the old school, my household smell like soul food, bro
Curried falafel, barbecued tofu
No fish though, no candy bars, no cigarettes
Only ganja and fresh-squeezed juice from oranges
Exercising daily to stay healthy
And I rarely drink water out the tap, cause its filthy

Lentil soup is mental fruit
And ginger root is good for the yout
Fresh veg-e-table with the mayatl stew
Sweet yam fries with the green calalloo
Careful how you season and prepare your foods
Cause you dont wanna lose vitamins and miner-ules
And thats the jewel
Life brings life, its valuable, so I eat what comes
From the ground, its natural
Let your food be your medicine (uh huh)
No excederin (uh uh)
Strictly herb, generate in the sun, cause I got melanin
And drink water, eight glasses a day
Cause thats what they say

They say you are what you eat, so I strive to be healthy
My goal in life is not to be rich or wealthy
Cause true wealth comes from good health, and wise ways
We got to start taking better care of ourselves

They say you are what you eat, so I strive to be healthy
My goal in life is not to be rich or wealthy
Cause true wealth comes from good health, and wise ways
We got to start taking better care of ourselves, be
Healthy yall . . .

Yeah, yeah, yeah, hold the fuck up, yo
Well take this little intermission, listen what the
Fuck we gotta say, yknow?
Word is bond son, niggaz been livin fat for too long, knowamsayin?
Smokin bogeys, fuckin drinkin all types of shit
Wailin out, not givin a fuck what they puttin in they
Bodies, son, knowamsayin?
bout time niggaz start thinkin about that shit, son, knowamsayin?
That shit is fuckin, makin us deteriorate, son
Word up, we gotta care bout our little babies an shit, son
Niggaz got kids to raise, straight up
Ya gotta start learnin yo self, learning bout ya health, son
Learnin this world we live in, kid, knowamsayin?
Its time to start changin all that shit god, word up
So Im gonna leave yall niggaz on some shit like that, ya knowamean?
Word up, yall niggaz better start usin yall minds an
Shit, kid
Peace

TONIGHT

Sat, 14 Feb 2009 21:30:16 GMT

OUT OF THE BARS AND INTO THE STREETS!

Sun, 08 Feb 2009 22:30:44 GMT

Wed, 28 Jan 2009 21:14:29 GMT

the tag for the above photo is: inside-some-huge-turtle-shells-at-a-museum-they-died-of-natural-causes-but-boy-were-they-tasty-jk-galapagos-islands-ecuador.jpg

whoa whoa! heck yes!

Tue, 27 Jan 2009 18:28:07 GMT

Small Movements from Nickey Robo on Vimeo.

Thu, 22 Jan 2009 22:31:41 GMT

i think if it were always winter and never christmas it would be better than it being always winter and always christmas.
write me a letter! so serious. give me your address.

Sat, 10 Jan 2009 22:05:09 GMT

happy 2009!

Wed, 31 Dec 2008 22:35:53 GMT

mixtape for providence

Sun, 26 Oct 2008 23:01:07 GMT

Tracy Chapman - Give Me One Reason to Stay
pogues - Dirty Old Town
mott the hoople - All The Young Dudes
jawbreaker - Boxcar
limpwrist - cheap art
mika miko - Where The Sidewalk Ends
the eels - Last Stop This Town
architecture in helsinki - City Calm Down
mirah - Oh September
mischief brew - Departure Arrival
dark dark dark - Trouble No More
rosa - hitchedup kids

Fri, 26 Sep 2008 16:10:25 GMT

CALL FOR SUBMISSIONS - QUEER SEX ED

Since I've already taken the class offered, I have to complete a research project to get a final health credit for my high school. After having a really infuriating conversation with the class, I left feeling totally unsafe and excluded, being the only person in the room comfortable talking about my sexuality and gender identity and realizing that any discussion on sex in the class was going to be focused on hetero relationships unless more people spoke up. Obviously openly talking about your orientation isn't easy in high school, especially in an environment that's already proven itself to be queerphobic.

So I'm writing a research paper and making a zine on how to talk about queer sex with teenagers and why it's important.

I'm looking for your experiences either as a teenager or someone who was once a teenager. You don't have to identify as queer to contribute.

What was your high school's sex ed like?
Did you feel safe in that environment?
Did you feel unsafe?
Did you feel like you could talk about your identity with your peers? teachers?
Did you have abstinence-only sex ed?
etc.

please email submissions to avocado@riseup.net

okay! thanks.
-katrina

Thu, 25 Sep 2008 22:45:05 GMT

hey! you should email me your mailing addresses, all of you, so i can send you letters and treasures. (avocado@riseup.net) also im back in providence. come visit come visit.

Tue, 12 Aug 2008 15:37:07 GMT

hello, sorry im not up to date on everyones lives. see, my internet quits every time i try to open my friends page...then the longer i wasnt on livejournal the less i felt like it, so im not sure what becomes of it. i guess if im posting a lot it means im depressed and not running around outside and you should come hang out with me if you can. i hope you're all doing well though. also liat - what happened? i looked for you at the train station and the bus station but you and chad were nowhere to be found, i hope you're okay. if you see this you should comment and let me know you're alright.

food not lawns bikes not bombs

Thu, 29 May 2008 20:41:29 GMT

Fri, 16 May 2008 13:57:59 GMT

oh and also

Mon, 28 Apr 2008 01:00:17 GMT

http://myspace.com/cricketmfhill

!

Sun, 16 Mar 2008 01:15:34 GMT

Sunflower Sutra

I walked on the banks of the tincan banana dock and
sat down under the huge shade of a Southern
Pacific locomotive to look at the sunset over the
box house hills and cry.
Jack Kerouac sat beside me on a busted rusty iron
pole, companion, we thought the same thoughts
of the soul, bleak and blue and sad-eyed,
surrounded by the gnarled steel roots of trees of
machinery.
The oily water on the river mirrored the red sky, sun
sank on top of final Frisco peaks, no fish in that
stream, no hermit in those mounts, just ourselves
rheumy-eyed and hungover like old bums
on the riverbank, tired and wily.
Look at the Sunflower, he said, there was a dead gray
shadow against the sky, big as a man, sitting
dry on top of a pile of ancient sawdust--
--I rushed up enchanted--it was my first sunflower,
memories of Blake--my visions--Harlem
and Hells of the Eastern rivers, bridges clanking Joes
Greasy Sandwiches, dead baby carriages, black
treadless tires forgotten and unretreaded, the
poem of the riverbank, condoms & pots, steel
knives, nothing stainless, only the dank muck
and the razor-sharp artifacts passing into the
past--
and the gray Sunflower poised against the sunset,
crackly bleak and dusty with the smut and smog
and smoke of olden locomotives in its eye--
corolla of bleary spikes pushed down and broken like
a battered crown, seeds fallen out of its face,
soon-to-be-toothless mouth of sunny air, sunrays
obliterated on its hairy head like a dried
wire spiderweb,
leaves stuck out like arms out of the stem, gestures
from the sawdust root, broke pieces of plaster
fallen out of the black twigs, a dead fly in its ear,
Unholy battered old thing you were, my sunflower O
my soul, I loved you then!
The grime was no man's grime but death and human
locomotives,
all that dress of dust, that veil of darkened railroad
skin, that smog of cheek, that eyelid of black
mis'ry, that sooty hand or phallus or protuberance
of artificial worse-than-dirt--industrial--
modern--all that civilization spotting your
crazy golden crown--
and those blear thoughts of death and dusty loveless
eyes and ends and withered roots below, in the
home-pile of sand and sawdust, rubber dollar
bills, skin of machinery, the guts and innards
of the weeping coughing car, the empty lonely
tincans with their rusty tongues alack, what
more could I name, the smoked ashes of some
cock cigar, the cunts of wheelbarrows and the
milky breasts of cars, wornout asses out of chairs
& sphincters of dynamos--all these
entangled in your mummied roots--and you there
standing before me in the sunset, all your glory
in your form!
A perfect beauty of a sunflower! a perfect excellent
lovely sunflower existence! a sweet natural eye
to the new hip moon, woke up alive and excited
grasping in the sunset shadow sunrise golden
monthly breeze!
How many flies buzzed round you innocent of your
grime, while you cursed the heavens of the
railroad and your flower soul?
Poor dead flower? when did you forget you were a
flower? when did you look at your skin and
decide you were an impotent dirty old locomotive?
the ghost of a locomotive? the specter and
shade of a once powerful mad American locomotive?
You were never no locomotive, Sunflower, you were a
sunflower!
And you Locomotive, you are a locomotive, forget me
not!
So I grabbed up the skeleton thick sunflower and stuck
it at my side like a scepter,
and deliver my sermon to my soul, and Jack's soul
too, and anyone who'll listen,
--We're not our skin of grime, we're not our dread
bleak dusty imageless locomotive, we're all
beautiful golden sunflowers inside, we're blessed
by our own seed & golden hairy naked
accomplishment-bodies growing into mad black
formal sunflowers in the sunset, spied on by our
eyes under the shadow of the mad locomotive
riverbank sunset Frisco hilly tincan evening
sitdown vision.
Allen Ginsberg

Berkeley, 1955

Thu, 06 Mar 2008 04:42:40 GMT

does anyone know what to do when your prayer flags break? (i tripped over them, and they are old and fragile and a string of flags came off) im not sure if this is a bad omen and i should sew them back together or if its a good omen because it means the prayers are working and in the countries they are from they stay on mountains until they disintigrate.

ahhhhhh!

Wed, 06 Feb 2008 03:19:46 GMT

http://www.as220.org/as220/weblog/index/

my art is on the front page of as220s website! granted its only a thumbnail but click and scroll down on the left under the "in the galleries" and if you click on it, theres a full scan!