15/06 I am back to the land of the 'living'
For those of you who were not informed I went into the hospital last week for a surgery to repair an old injury. During the course of the surgery they inadvertently shut down my entire Gastro-Intestinal tract resulting in a quick turn around to the hospital and 4 days with a tube stuck down my throat sucking out everything I had consumed in the 2 days time. 5000 mL of torture until the system seemed to slowly kick start itself. Nothing amazing is happening now (although I have an entire new respect for shit) and it will be days before I am really up and about I figured some of you might have heard something and liked a bit more information. Now you have it.Aragorn!
17/05 SC Convergence report back
I attended the (first annual?) Santa Cruz Anarchist Convergence last week where I sat through workshops, had meals with friends, watched bands play and the youth dance, drove many miles to save dogs from certain destruction, tabled for endless days (while magically avoided heatstroke AND sunburn), and gave a workshop on hopelessness that ended up being about the hopelessness of criticism.I'll try to cover the whole weekend but since I was stuck at my table for most of the weekend I did miss a lot of the events that the weekend included and you will have to rely on other reports for additional information. I missed the variety show, square dance, some bike rides, a picnic or two, and quite a few workshops... but I will start there.
23/04 My Fool Heart
On my list of insane projects to finish in the next six months, while working full time, was to finish writing a book. I set an outrageous number of goals for myself and continue to talk about them as if they are fait accompli on the belief that believing is usually the hardest part of making something happen. It works often enough (and I haven't cracked under the stress) that I continue to over-commit myself.But I realize that this is one I just have to let go of. I'd really like to finish the project but there is honestly no way that I can turn my mind over to the "other world" enough to write fictional stories about anarchists I love to love & hate. I just don't have it in me right now and that is depressing. I hate bending my knee, to authority primarily, but my own limitations are almost as hard to face up to.
