Post RNC

Well. Our rights have been offended/ignored. Our people abused. And orange netting seems to be the new exciting technology for shepard's of peace and love, far and wide. It's disgusting. And the half empty half full debate urges me to feel that it could have been worse, but a lot of things could have been worse; do things have to get worse before people realize something is very very very very very very wrong?

Many things are very wrong right now.

I wish the answer was as simple as a loud, violent, bullet ridden, NO MORE. But it's not. It's a systemic problem burrowed in generations of sinister relationships and selfish promises, and sadly it will take more than a few "elections" to rectify the situation (if that's even possible... ever the optimist shakes her head sadly). So what to do?

I've gone back and forth dozens of times about whether it's better to work 'inside' or 'outside' the system. I've been corporate warrior and traveling fool (the fool is wise) and introspective self reflector/regulator of personal activity. I've come to the conclusion that regardless of ones job or class or anarchist interest group or culture creating activities we are all inside. There is no them. It is only us, all of us. This, of course, makes it hurt more because we are all responsible.

Circles. Infinity.

Today it feels pointless but pointless is not good for me so I continue pick my immediate projects and vow to keep moving, keep trying to understand... To take the time to listen and to explain... To make and do and be. I encourage you to do the same. It's slow and requires tremendous patience but cometh glory from the moments when beauty slips between the cracks and grows a little magic. This is reward enough for now. When frustrated remember that eventually the little things do add up, connect, and shape reality.

Thank you to everyone who tried to make a point this week either by action or abstinence or art or conversation or whatever. It made a difference.

Really.

Love and invention,





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