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Friday, July 23, 2010

American Psychosis

I had to share this article in Adbusters because it is so eloquently written and expresses a very significant reason I seek sustainability. Inspiration and motivation find me as I seek them out.

What happens to a society that cannot distinguish between reality and illusion?


Full Article
The virtues that sustain a nation-state and build community, from honesty to self-sacrifice to transparency to sharing, are ridiculed each night on television as rubes stupid enough to cling to this antiquated behavior are voted off reality shows. Fellow competitors for prize money and a chance for fleeting fame, cheered on by millions of viewers, elect to “disappear” the unwanted. In the final credits of the reality show America’s Next Top Model, a picture of the woman expelled during the episode vanishes from the group portrait on the screen. Those cast aside become, at least to the television audience, nonpersons. Celebrities that can no longer generate publicity, good or bad, vanish. Life, these shows persistently teach, is a brutal world of unadulterated competition and a constant quest for notoriety and attention.

...As the pressure mounts, as the despair and desperation reach into larger and larger segments of the populace, the mechanisms of corporate and government control are being bolstered to prevent civil unrest and instability. The emergence of the corporate state always means the emergence of the security state. This is why the Bush White House pushed through the Patriot Act (and its renewal), the suspension of habeas corpus, the practice of “extraordinary rendition,” warrantless wiretapping on American citizens and the refusal to ensure free and fair elections with verifiable ballot-counting. The motive behind these measures is not to fight terrorism or to bolster national security. It is to seize and maintain internal control. It is about controlling us.


...America is sinking under trillions in debt it can never repay and stays afloat by frantically selling about $2 billion in Treasury bonds a day to the Chinese...Its infrastructure is crumbling. Deficits are pushing individual states to bankruptcy and forcing the closure of everything from schools to parks. The wars in Iraq and Afghanistan, which have squandered trillions of dollars, appear endless. There are 50 million Americans in real poverty and tens of millions of Americans in a category called “near poverty.” One in eight Americans – and one in four children – depend on food stamps to eat. And yet, in the midst of it all, we continue to be a country consumed by happy talk and happy thoughts. We continue to embrace the illusion of inevitable progress, personal success and rising prosperity. Reality is not considered an impediment to desire.


...The more we retreat from the culture at large the more room we will have to carve out lives of meaning, the more we will be able to wall off the flood of illusions disseminated by mass culture and the more we will retain sanity in an insane world. The goal will become the ability to endure.

Chris Hedges, a Pulitzer Prize-winning reporter for the New York Times, is the author of several books including the best sellers War Is a Force That Gives Us Meaning and Empire of Illusion: The End of Literacy and the Triumph of Spectacle.

The average American watches 153 hours of TV per month - blog.nielsen.com

That's 5 hours a day.
Working a standard 40 hour work week, when would anyone have the time for family and love and music and art and literature? If the time spent on actually watching TV weren't enough just zoning out, it is also taking time away from passions and larger pursuits. Gag me with the spoon that feed meals made of oppression and control.

The corporatocracy and mass media (TV, internet, radio, magazines, pro sports) are veils of deception intended to cover our eyes from the truth.

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

My two wheeled confessional

I cried on my bicycle riding home on Sunday. My love, my heart, my comforting rhythm of zen and balance; my dojo of a steel framed womb listened to me sans judgment.
This is my bicycle. There are many others like it, but this one is mine. My bike is my best friend. It is my life. I must master it as I must master my life. Without me, my bike is useless. Without my bike, I am useless. I must ride my bicycle true and keep it tuned. I must ride faster and more focused to strengthen my agility and endurance. I will. Before God, I swear this creed: my bicycle and myself are defenders of liberty, we are the masters of our destiny, we are the saviors of my life. So be it, until there is peace. Amen.
It was a good expulsion, an involuntary reaction when just thinking through things wasn't enough. I don't crave much, but I wouldn't be sane without my bikes.

It may have been the music I was listening to,
the beers I had consumed earlier that day,
the informal semi-rekindling of a once hearty friendship, or
a combination of many things, but

Every now and then, I have the urge to purge.
It comes suddenly and sharply.
One time I was in the mall...that was awkward.
My emotions have been running high lately,
Due, in part, to the incredibly vast unknown future I am about to embark upon.
I feel alone, scared, excited, overwhelmed, joyful,
and as a last resort with no one specific to vent to,
it all has to go somewhere.
This drain leads to the ocean...
It wasn't laughter, it wasn't flatulence, it wasn't hunger or thirst (at least not food related), as those too are the reaction of a build up.
It was the pinnacle of a full bodied answer to extinguish mental, physical, and spiritual fatigue as a last resort, Hail Mary, reset to default, jump start.

I'm not afraid to admit that I weep.
More often than not it's out of joy, but this was no such time.
I cried for the Earth and its suffering.
I cried for my family and my friends and
Cried for oppression in the name of material gain, and

...I cried for myself. Sometimes I forget to acknowledge this, but it was abundantly clear it needed to happen this time. As I pedaled my steed homeward, I half sobbed, half screamed inquisitions as though no one existed. I questioned my motives, brought forth fear and doubt, and wasn't really looking for an answer, mucous and saliva stretching from teeth to tongue as I unleashed myself into the confessional night.

It felt good. However,

There is a part of me that longs deeply for a uniquely special connection, and I'm often afraid this will never happen. Doomed to watch others in happiness as an observer, as I continue to travel on my path to sustainability. What good will this be if I cannot share love I feel so vividly within me? Perhaps the organics of my journey will reveal a similarly organic love...

Judge me not, I'm only human. Thank God for bicycles.

Tuesday, July 6, 2010

Art Direction and Design from the Ground Up.

It is well past my bedtime (who am I kidding, I go to bed when I want) and I am excited with progress. I'd thought my own website would be on the backburner till I finished other projects, but I had a burst of energy and a vision. So I decided to start slow and low at first and gradually work up to a roar. It's simple for now, but suffices well beyond a blank page that screams, "I don't have my shit together, but please consider me professional anyway."

Without further ado:
AtomFarm
& the full folio for your convenience
AtomFarm Book

Yesssssss...

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Last week, I went camping on the beach with my friend Jordan. Our sandy sea quarters were less than two hours from my house at Point Mugu, but it managed to take us the entire day to get there. We were 10 miles away when his brakes went out, literally smoking, and rather than let it sit, we got it towed to a mechanic near my house, reloaded the gear into my car, and drove back out to the beach, set up camp, and got the lay of the land. I brought out one of my deep cycle batteries and mini fridge for ultimate beer cooling and testing the system. That night, we witnessed a spectacular dance of nature I've never seen before. Microscopic dinoflagellates produce natural bioluminescence (like Avatar!!) and glow an unreal blue when disturbed as though nature had puked a rave in the breakwater. We hadn't even taken the psilocybin yet. The stars were clear, and it was magic. I even used a really cool free App called "Planets" on my iPhone to track the constellations. Technology.... woOOooOOoOOOooOoO
The next morning we woke for breakfast (I love camping and waking with the sun), had a snap of fudge and crossed under a drainage wash towards the mountains to peer into our minds. I always have chalk with me for just such occasions. We ended up at a fork in the road, paused for a moment and eventually took the path where a brown hare had suddenly appeared. Further down the rabbit hole we went! It was a gloomy morning, but by mid-day it, the sun was doing what it does best. We were off the beaten path, hiking at the top of a ridge, coastal wind on our now shirtless and sweat drenched bodies, shit eating grins on our faces, and it was a Wednesday. There were very brief moments of questioning a u-turn to get back on the "trail," but I'm glad we followed our instincts and pressed on. When we got back to camp, the rest of the fudge was split, we played some Bocce Ball with intermittent giggles and sat on the smooth rock beach where we had admired the ocean the night prior. Dolphins and bay seals entertained us for the afternoon, while we gave ourselves foot massages by rock and I felt a balance of nature and human that was so vividly real, it reassures my upcoming journey of harmony. I made rock sculptures and discussed the finer qualities of being a rock with said rock, and I came to a conclusion. Its not the rock that changed, just my perception of it. Like "there is no spoon" from the Matrix. Can this be carried over into other parts of life? "There is no obstacle" is essentially what I got from it, and yes, it can be carried over. If you want something bad enough, there is no obstacle.

I want freedom, and I am taking the steps to make it a more permanent lifestyle, rather than doling out my liberty into two (and sometimes) three day segments from a benevolent boss. I made final commitments with the farm in Maui last night, and there are many things growing, not necessarily exactly as planned, but full of possibility none the less. One of my newest clients is a filmmaker, and I might trade some services with him for a film of my own. Who knows? Rhetorically speaking, of course; I'm not concerned with knowing. I'm having a rather excellent time on the ride as it is.

How could I forget?! Freedom? Independence?! Happy 4th of July to the truly independent.

Speaking of rides and freedom, I've been riding my Surly much more frequently. When I ride the hipster bike, it just feels weird now. I still use it, but more casually, and discernibly (quick local trips). Anyway, I've been riding the bikes much more, because I figure, I talk the talk, I should walk the walk (ride the ride?). So I rode to my Sunday farmers' market which makes me incredibly happy to begin with, but being on my bike, with the wind in my face, coffee in hand and organic foods in my panniers... man, I'm getting into it. I like sustainability and farming and independence and communing with nature and people. Nay, I love it.

Totally forgot I was on bike when I bought the watermelon, but with the bags and rack, I figured it out. I got:
  • watermelon
  • 1Doz eggs
  • Half flat of strawberries
  • peaches and a nectarine
  • Yukon gold potatoes and yellow onions
  • corn
  • bok choy and a head of lettuce
  • cherries
And not a single egg broke. I even helped a man on the way home with directions and gave him a strawberry. Good day, and cheers.