Finnish rock & roll band the Leningrad Cowboys and the Red Army Choir doing Sweet Home Alabama. Thanks to my friend Alix for telling me of this. My life wouldn't be the same.
How closely we reflect our former enemies is often only seen from outside our borders. Even in rock we find our reflection seems as if an acid trip and yet once the drugs wear off we find our reflection less colorful, less humors but in outline the same.
“Being is becoming,” and if we’re not “becoming,” we’re probably not doing much “being” either. This blog was started in a half-assed attempt at self-excavation. I have at least two unusual personality traits. The first is that I’m abnormally comfortable with ambiguity. I can happily muck about in the gray areas for years on end. This is probably why I love Seattle. The other is that I have a completely unrealistic belief in my own agency, which I tend to act upon. This blog has changed my life in more ways than I ever imagined. As my job as ED of a activist newspaper sold by homeless people, my vision for organizing, my thinking as a teacher, my history as a working-poor loser turned middle-class “advocate,” and my life as a parent swirled about me, this blog has been a path toward the center. We live in dangerous times, and the seductions to an easy, half-lived life of anesthetized materialism are all around. I have come to understand that my work is to be a revolutionary, both out in the world and within myself, turning over what is old, rotten, stale, and repressive, and building for a future where we can all find happiness and have the things we truly need.
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That is completely, utterly insane. Acid, indeed.
How closely we reflect our former enemies is often only seen from outside our borders. Even in rock we find our reflection seems as if an acid trip and yet once the drugs wear off we find our reflection less colorful, less humors but in outline the same.
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