Thursday, October 29, 2015

Ever Get FUCKING HIGH on Someone's Mind?

It's the way I feel when I listen to "West Coast" by Fidlar, or watch "Interstellar," a film by Christopher Nolan. It's based on shared experiences and curiosities about the way the universe works. You know? The deep conversations about the nature of the universe you had as a kid but explored so expertly by someone who knows their shit? It's the attractiveness of competence combined with incredibly artistic expression.



Checked out, I'm waiting for the weekend
Coked up, It's alright I'm leaving
But I don't ever wanna go
Skip school, I'm already failing
Told mom and dad that I'm bailing
Now we're driving up the coast

The mysteries of the universe are not just about space and time but the social dynamics of relationships, the efficacy of campaigns, the financial success of business endeavors.

It's the juxtaposition of your mind next to those who can answer such questions as:
"Why doesn't she/he like me anymore?"
"Why can't I change their minds?"
"Why did my plans fall flat?"

It's also shared success with all this stuff.

Just some thoughts. 



Tuesday, October 27, 2015

The Most Petty of Tyrants; The Incarceration of Inmate 445



When is the state allowed to jail you for “unauthorized” speech?

Two people were jailed in Noblesville, Indiana today for political expression done on public property using chalk. This is the same stuff kids have fond memories using on public sidewalks and streets for years. Why were these men jailed while criminal children run amok? Because the content of the speech was unauthorized by state and local governmental power.

The violation of rights becomes more apparent and egregious when it comes to light that the persons jailed for these “offenses” are activists who attempt to right the wrongs of law-enforcement when they abuse their power. 

 So what happened? And why does everyone who receives a paycheck from taxpayers feel they have no ability to stop the process of rights violations?

A friend of mine posted that she was on the scene of this initial hearing and told me where to meet her. “Courtroom 7, second floor” the message read.

I arrive and see Ademo Freeman’s face on a large screen TV asking the judge why it is that he cannot answer questions regarding his charges. Behind Ademo sat an incredibly obese cop who is slouched at a 45-degree angle with a look of lethargic exasperation on his face. 

At one point the judge wanted to establish whether or not Ademo would be declaring himself an indigent in the face of the state and getting a public defender or if he had his own representation. 

“I’ll represent myself,” was the gist of Ademo's replied. 

The judge then attempted to verify Ademo's understanding that if he were self-represented and the prosecution mismanaged procedure, violated police, etc that no one from the court would help him in that regard (I apologize for any inaccuracies here, an officer approached me and made sure I wasn’t recording. Recordings would be on sale tomorrow for 55 dollars). 

Ademo wondered aloud what exactly the court was there for.

In my head I imagined “blind justice” and knew the stuttering judge wanted only to read from the paper propped on his desk.

The judge finally moved the process along to the point where it was time to re-read the papers in front of him to co-defendant Brian Sumner. The judge reiterated that he couldn’t answer any specifics of why Brian was being arrested but did say “Would you like me to read the charges.”

“Save your breath,” Brian replied. Brian inquired whether this particular judge had the right to dismiss the charges against him. 

“No, I do not” the judge said. The judge was there to read from the papers sitting in front of him and assure some king of cognizance on the part of those they were caging. 

I’m not sure the exact wording of what went down next. Constitutional rights and free speech was mentioned but Brian said something that shut the judge up for a good few seconds when he said “If you can sit behind that desk and justify yourself ‘May God have mercy on your soul.’” 

The judged wrapped up as quickly as he could after he contemplated his role in the violation of rights he was a party to.

(The audio will be available tomorrow for a more accurate summary).

Thursday, October 22, 2015

I'll Write Your Paper!

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Tuesday, October 20, 2015

I'm going to Travel


From the book "Vagabonding":
There's a story that comes from the tradition of the Desert Fathers, who lived in the wastelands of Egypt about 1700 years ago. In the tale, couple of monks named Theodore and Lucius shared the acute desire to go out and see the world. Since they'd made vows of contemplation, however, this was not something they were allowed to do. So, to satiate their wanderlust, Theodore and Lucius learned to "mock their temptations" by relegating their travels to the future. When the summertime came, they said to each other, "We will leave in the winter." When the winter came, they said, "We will leave in the summer." They went on like this for over fifty years, never once leaving the monastery or breaking their vows.

Most of us, of course, have never taken such vows -- but we choose to live like monks anyway, rooting ourselves to a home or a career and using the future as a kind of phony ritual that justifies the present. In this way, we end up spending (as Thoreau put it) "the best part of life earning money in order to enjoy a questionable liberty during the least valuable part of it." We'd love to drop all and explore the world outside, we tell ourselves, but the time never seems right. Thus, given an unlimited amount of choices, we make none. Settling into our lives, we get so obsessed with holding on to our domestic certainties that we forget why we desired them in the first place.


So I'm going to travel. A few goals for my travel include:

1. Maintaining a healthy relationship with my daughter who might not ever want to travel with me.
2. Reaching out to people I may not know very well all over the United States for help.
3. Developing money saving techniques to travel and share the expense.
4. Develop a healthy traveling lifestyle.
5. Participate in activism events.
6. Thrive even in very uncomfortable situations.
7. Develop a career that I can take on the road with me that is generally interesting and fascinating.
8. Meet people I admire.

If I wait until I have the wealth I need to do all these things with comfort and style I will be waiting a very long time. I have what I need now.

Eventually I do want to expand my horizons to outside the United States but for now I am happy exploring everything there is to explore within these borders. Besides, the mess of me getting a passport without my board abroad certificate is daunting.