Showing posts with label America. Show all posts
Showing posts with label America. Show all posts

05 November 2009

Anarchism: Self, I toldja so.

A book talk with the editors at Wooden Shoe Books tonight left me both unsurprised and infuriated. If you aren't feeling the same by the end of this, you're not thinking hard enough.

The book: Contemporary Anarchist Studies: An Introductory Anthology of Anarchy in The Academy.
The price: $44.95
The talk, in a nutshell:
- We're anarchists, but we really like the comfort provided by The Ivory Tower. Working at McDonald's is really, really horrible, you know?

- We don't want to change the educational system from within. It's a job. We have no illusions. We might change some kids, but people we work with are all Narcissistic and don't want to be part of a community. They just don't hear us, you know?

- The big academic publishers are corporate and we're anti-corporate, but we published with Routledge because they're a big academic publisher and if we published with AK or PM Press we might not get tenure. We've got to work together, but we have to make names for ourselves, you know?

- When I was 18, I was naive. I protested and camped out in front of ministries for what I believed in. Now I would never participate in a "Rights" movement. What are rights, you know?

- We're really more critical of ourselves than any of our reviewers. I mean, the book was edited by five people, all of them men. No one in their right mind would do that in sociology these days, you know?

- You don't want to go to grad school because clearly you're a daddy's girl who was born with a silver spoon in your mouth. Dropping out is so upper-middle class. I'm a working class immigrant who worked at McDonald's. I know how bad it is out there, you know?
    No. I don't know. And you don't get it. So I will ask you the only questions of the night that make everyone feel uncomfortable:

    - Why does education have to be in established universities? If you're thinkers and teachers, why not create your own schools? Last time I checked, thinking outside the box is, like, what anarchism's all about.

    - How can you possibly call yourselves anarchist activists if you spend your days exchanging intellectual handjobs to the very people and institution indoctrinating youth to be a part of the machine we're all caught in?
      HYP-O-CRITES. Hypocrites!

      In case you're confused by what "Anarchism" and "Anarchy" are (because I was when I walked out), Wikipedia has a slew of information, as always. You'll probably still be confused when you finish reading the articles because anarchists can't seem to agree on who they are, either. And they love labels and making up ridiculous jargon, just like all sociopoliticalites. See? I made one up, too, just for good measure.

      Wake up, guys. You're not doing anyone any good where you are except yourselves. You want a revolution, talk to my boys, Ivan or Friedrich, or my girl, Alexandra. Or talk to me.

      We don't need any more "critical" professors--revolutionary cowards that can't cut it. We don't need them to document it, package it, push it, and wave it around until someone on fire picks it up and runs with it. We need more runners on fire instead.

      And we need more NESTS:

      26 October 2009

      An Open Letter.

      Dear Selfless Masses,

      You are growing in number,
      suffering
      from a cataract
      of good intent,
      an addiction
      to Veiled Schadenfreude,
      an affliction
      called Indiscrimination.

      Symptoms include
      becoming "Yes-men"
      with a constant need
      to help Others.

      Withdrawal includes
      recognition of
      the screaming need
      to focus on yourself.

      Selfishness:
      a harrowing surreality,
      we know.

      Don't fear.
      We're here.
      After assessing,
      discriminating,
      detecting your worth,
      we may choose
      to assist you.

      Should you come up short,
      sorry,
      there's nothing we can do
      for you.

      If you've learned a thing
      from this note,
      you should not take offense
      to such addressed honesty.

      Instead, 
       1. know you don't need us,
       2. address what's at stake,
       3. put the TV on the sidewalk,
       4. with the news, build a hat,
       5. bar the door;
       6. unplug,
       7. turn off,
       8. take time,
       9. read this,
      10. and don't-forget-to-breathe.

      Thoughts will come
      if you let them.

      If thinking for Self
      is too much
      coming from us,
      remember the words
      of your foremartyr:

      nothing will change in this world
      if you can't first change it
      in you.

      Hope we see you
      on the other side.

      With Love,
      The Recovery Team


      22 October 2009

      Where Penn Landed.



      This scene would be great
      if there was no steel, cement, or ships;
      this scene would be great
      if it didn't smell like oils, shit, or piss;
      this scene would be great
      if he didn't look at me, take that sip, or lick his lips;
      this scene would be great
      if I arrived on this shore before 1776.


      What?



      Hotels labeled luxury
      are the worst facade:

      Explain $400 to sit here
      Now.
      Justify $40,000 deficit
      No.
      Manifest your words to gold. 
      Oh.
      Everything here's from Seattle.

      You gonna eat those apples?
      Didn't think so.
      I'll take those.
      Thanks.
      Do you need another servant--
      I mean, serving?
      All your ice is gone?
      I'm sure your breath will freeze it.
      You hope I have a good life?
      You won't remember me--

      Except as "Out-of-Placer"
      reading Ginsberg
      who briefly made you crave
      your youth
      your hair
      good sex
      Pasadena
      City Lights

      Hospitality--like hospital, not housepitality...
      Nostalgia--the nose knows this ain't no home...
      Auntie Em--there's no place like the Hyatt.
      Get me out of here.

      21 October 2009

      20th Street Screams.



      I.
      The only green
           on the 17
                is weed
                and weeds
                and eyes.
      Pick out them seeds
           let's plant some grass
                we make that money
                and build us
                a castle
      Got hardwood floors up in that bitch--
                locked him up for life,
                but I be hood rich.
      Call me.

      II.
      Gotta make that paper...
      gotta chase that man.
      Never gonna catch him.
      Damned if I don't--
      damned if I can.

      What you hold in your hand
      in any other world
      would carry your notes
      envelop your snot
      and wipe your ass;

      instead,
      it's bathed in shit
      rolled in coke
      stuffed in tits
      and you lick your lips
      at the thought of it.

      There's no room for belief
      in a universe
      where greed is pure
      and cash is king
      only room for more
           more
                more
                     more
                          more

      Mores, we made them
      morals, we lost them
      money, we eat it
      No wonder we're all sick.

      III.
      The man on the sidewalk
      with the broken body
      has a spaceship.

      He looks like he knew
      something
      and was punished for it.

      Looks at me like he knows
      I would do anything
      to fly away.

      Forgot his exterior long ago
      to focus energy
      on The Next Days.

      Too bad the spaceship's grounded.

      IV.
      As a human, I know nothing;
         as a woman, I'm ignored;
            as a pusher, I will die young;
               as the rest of you, I'm bored;
                  as an animal, I am.

      Let me Be.

      19 October 2009

      Find Your Real 'Do With Homemade Shampoo!


      Since June 5, I have been making homemade shampoo from olive oil soap, water, and herbs.

      My hair took to its natural state with great success after only about a week of experimentation with my foolproof potion. Now I'm convinced that the world as we know it would explode if all women started making their own shampoo. Think about it:
      • Making shampoo means not buying shampoo. Shampoo corporations go out of business and huge conglomerates end up foundering.
      • Realizing how beautiful and healthy hair is in its natural state without any synthetic additives means buying fewer, or no, other hair products. More foundering.
      • Healthy, natural, beautiful hair makes made-up faces look silly and using other synthetic beauty products feel silly. Commence the trashing of all synthetic beauty products in your living space and refusal to endorse such products again. Founder, founder, founder.
      • Discovering what hair, faces, skin, and lips look like, naturally, will be a shock. A good one. Leading to natural women everywhere getting really pissed that these foundering corporations have been controlling our appearances and emotions since puberty. Damnit!
      • Natural women will tell all their friends, and the ripple effect will make waves of change throughout the product-obsessed world. I started making my own because two of my best friends dropped some "Natty Knowledge" on me and took the anti-beauty routine plunge first. I watched their natty endeavors and decided I believed in them, too.
      So here I am, to start a revolution... Read on!

      1.Think about your hair and its personality. Ask if it's curly or straight, dry or oily, long or short, brittle or strong, frizzy or smooth? Just like synthetic, store-bought shampoos, your homemade brew can be crafted to suit the needs of your hair. Below is a list of herbs that will maintain the beauty of your hair. Don't be shy. You can mix and match. My hair is long, fine, wavy, and a bit on the oily side. Since my first batch, I've been sailing along with chamomile, nettle, sage, and rosemary.
      • Normal Hair: red clover, chamomile, horsetail, marigold, rosemary, and crushed lavender flowers.
      • Oily Hair: dried leaves of peppermint, rosemary, burdock, nettle, tea tree, orris roots, and lemongrass.
      • Dry Hair: red clover, elder flower, comfrey leaf or root, crushed lavender flower, crushed orange flower, chamomile flower, jojoba oil, and marigold.
      • Black Curly Hair: ,sage, nettle leaves, crushed lavender flowers, comfrey leaves, jojoba oil, indigo root and rosemary leaves.
      2. Check your house for the items below, or go to your local health store (Essene Market on 4th and Monroe is closest to my new place, but Newark Natural Foods started it all). If you don't have one of these close by, Whole Foods Market, or in some cases, Target, will have the ingredients you need. You can probably also buy most of these things online. Thank you, Internet:
      • 1 bottle Dr Bronner's castile soap, available in Peppermint, Lavender, Almond (my choice so far), Tea Tree, Eucalyptus, Unscented Baby-Mild, Rose and Citrus Orange. It's Fair Trade, certified organic, 100% biodegradable, and comes in 100% post-consumer recycled bottles with ridiculous writing scrawled all over them. In addition, you'll find that you can use this soap for myriad things--hair, body, dishes, mopping, house cleaning, cars, etc. And, since it's meant to be heavily diluted, it ends up being super cheap in the long-run. Basically, it's the shit. 
      • Herbs that you're going to test out. If you can get these loose, it will probably be much cheaper, and you decide how much you need.
      • White vinegar or inexpensive coffee, ground.
      • Tea kettle or small saucepan with lid.
      • Tea strainer or colander.
      • 2 storage bottles, preferably with squeezy-tops. Suggestions: old, washed out shampoo/conditioner bottles; small, empty liquor bottles, or picnic-style ketchup and mustard containers from the dollar store or party section of many stores.
      3.  Once at home, this recipe is easy. You're going to tweak it to your liking the more you make, but I've found that my routine of making 8oz at a time is great, so I'll use it as an example:
      • Measure out 1tbs each of chamomile, rosemary, nettle, and sage.
      • Boil 6oz. water. Turn off heat, add herbs (in strainer, if you choose... I just throw them in), cover, and let steep/cool for 20-25 minutes.
      • Strain the herbal mixture using a colander if you didn't use a tea strainer. Squeeze out the liquid from the herbs the best you can, and--if necessary--strain 2 or 3 times to get the major floaters out. You'll notice that your 6oz. of water is now more like 5oz. This is good.
      • Pour the herbal mixture in your squeeze bottle, and fill the bottle the rest of the way with Dr Bronner's soap. I started out using a 4-to-1 liquid to soap ratio, but I've found that I really like having a lather, so it's now become a 5-to-3 ratio. If you dilute too much, you won't get a lather, and my hair didn't seem to be clean. You'll find your ratio--and determine how frugal you are with your soap--as you go.
      4. Make your rinse. The mild, natural ingredients in your concoction won't completely cut all the oils in your dirty 'do, so you'll need something acidic to cut through. Prior to rinsing, your hair may feel a bit matted. When you use an adequate amount of rinse, you should be able to run your fingers through your hair pretty easily under the water.
      • Combine water and white vinegar in a 2-to-1 or 3-to-1 ratio.
      • If you have dark hair or want it darker, it's possible to rinse with double- or triple-brewed coffee. I tried this, and, although I liked the slight color change, I don't think it's acidic enough to actually have the cleaning effect.
      5. If you don't like the smell of your hair after the vinegar rinse, try adding a drop or two of good-smelling essential oil (mint, lavendar, tea tree, etc.) to your shampoo, rinse, or directly to your hair post-shower. I've never felt the need to do this, but I don't find that my hair smells much at all, and I've learned to like my natural odors. Hopefully you will, too, but there's nothing wrong with liking a little added scent!

      6. Shower to your heart's content! Lather up, rinse, and get squeaky clean. But remember, don't use too much water.

      Things to keep in mind:

      1. A little goes a long way. This routine is meant to be environmentally friendly, physically healthy, and absolutely economically savvy. After about 5 months, I still have about 2/3 of my first bottle of Dr Bronner's ($12.99), and my first 3 months' herbs only cost $0.87! Similarly, a large bottle of white vinegar will run you between $1 and $2, and I find they last about 2 months each.

      2. You may not need to use the rinse every time you shower. Similarly, you may find that you need the rinse but not the shampoo. Or, like me, you may just realize that your hair looks pretty great for a while and showers every day (or even every other day) aren't as necessary as Americans make them out to be.

      3. Don't be surprised if success in the shampoo/rinse realm causes a ton of other changes in your behavior. Since my entrance into the natural beauty arena, I:
      4. Obviously, I really believe in this lifestyle, and so do tons of other people in Philly and throughout the blogosphere (see, for example, The Green Beauty Guide). I'm trying not to be overly idealistic, as I do realize this isn't for everyone (right now...), but imagine what a green beauty revolution would look like! If you're timid, test these things out when you have vacation time so you can ease into your comfort zone, or challenge yourself with a friend or family member. I promise you won't be disappointed.
        And most importantly:

        Learn to love who you Are. This isn't just about saving money or being nice to the earth, and it's definitely not just about shampoo--this is about YOU, and taking back who you are. You are not a cosmetic company's mannequin. You are not a slave to corporations. You are a beautiful, natural, human being. Take your transformation to confidence one step at a time, no matter what it is. Keep it natural, keep it about you, and the rest will fall into place. It's working for me!


        15 October 2009

        Chinatown Bus Philosophy Class.


        This is a belated post written on my way to DC on 3 October 2009. I just remembered it:

        Five o'clock, we can't be late
        Move this bus, need this escape
        to the capitol for 14 bucks
        pissed, foreign, lookin' for luck
        shelter from 3 hours' sun
        recycled air stifles all: one
        six-foot five and red black man
        thinks comfort should trump profit. Damn!

        What if the yellow sun'd-Asian
        listened to this California raisin
        if he unwrinkled his nose
        kept eyes less off me, more on his toes

        What if we talked to our Selves
        developed muscles for mind elves
        if cell phones were cigarettes
        save souls from second-hand smoke Tourette's

        So long to think, so much to sow
        can't move too much, can't throw my 'bows

        ideas are flowing, sprung a leak
        wish telepathy could spark the weak

        clouds catch the sun, great mystery
        ethereal, metaphysical, reality

        what's real? what's right? what's fate? What's sleep?
        Sought ultimate truths are molten, deep.

        Public transport philosophy,
        Eastern neighbor serendipity.

        02 October 2009

        L-Town Rock



        Depart: My apartment, South Philly; 11:16am

        Bananas on top of fire alarms;
        Backwoods banshees do no harm:
        Screaming karma gets you nowhere.
        Look out the window, there’s so much there!

        PATCO screeches, djembe drums,
        Cyclo-commuter, he ain’t dumb.
        Golf umbrella and rain guard attached;
        Man’s got what I don’t on my back.

        Pocket-sized and streamlined lives
        Protect from tumbling nosedives.
        Blackberry or iPhone, can’t live without?
        In your Escalade, no doubt.

        My Life could fit inside that prison
        American dream, Jesus is Risen.
        Freedom? Try a week on a bike.
        Find addictions your whole Self will like!

        Time on a train is time worth takin’,
        Just open those eyes to thoughts worth makin’.

        Arrive: Lindenwold, NJ; 11:55am