There's some stuff happening today for the anniversary of the 1999 WTO protests. Unfortunately I can't muster the energy or caring to take the bus downtown. Even if I try and guilt trip myself into being a medic all I can muster is a dull "but nothing ever happens anymore" mental voice convincing me that it's useless to spend the $2 on the bus when I'm not going to work. Shit, $4 round trip.

Don't get me wrong, I stand in solidarity with many struggles and will show up cheerfully to medic any number of things. But the years following WTO have seen Seattle wallow in it's privilege, with every action getting more and more anemic, more and more liberal and less radical. I don't have the energy to try and inject some life into things, everyone I know has burned out and/or turned to lifestylism as the last resort of someone who once gave a damn.

And me, I'm a worthless ex junkie with some medical knowledge who is trying to cut off contact with most of my social circle. So I ain't going anywhere today, despite the fact that I'm perfectly willing to travel halfway across the world to give my support to people I've never met. I've met the people here at home and I don't like them.

(To be fair, I have no idea who will be showing up to this rally, and I wish them well and hope they don't need any medical attention.)

http://sacred-texts.com/sym/index.htm

Remember that one time i was stupid on the internet? Yeah. Only once. Right.

This was played last night at work.

I have the best peepshow in the world.

Just sayin'.

http://isfuckingaweso.me/song/1208885/Brian-Dewan-Cadavers


If I could embed I would.

Off to Oly, see ya later.

As I walked into work tonight, I noticed a flyer from the northwest chapter for the Sex Workers Outreach Project. On the flyer was the date of the International Day of Rememberance. In December. Now, I had recently gotten an email about an organizing meeting for a vigil on this day, indicating that the date was in fact in November.

November 17th, actually.

And, on November 17, a few days ago, I mentioned it on LJ, Facebook, and Myspace.

EPIC FAIL

It wouldn't be such an epic fail if there weren't people on Facebook and Myspace that I want to impress with my wit and intelligence. What there is.

(I figure if you're on LJ, I probably don't have to try and impress you, you already know I'm a forgetful wingnut with all sorts of awkward tendencies.)

Oddly, nobody corrected me, either because nobody saw it, nobody cares, or everybody already knows I suck.

Hopefully it was the first option.

I am now going to go jump in a dumpster, hopefully find something tasty, and regain my dignity therein.

http://olyladiyfest.wordpress.com/

I'll be at Gender Jam all weekend as medical support and to hang out and learn stuff.

Here's to hoping it'll be awesome and full of knowledge and good people and good times.

Dec. 17 is International Day to End Violence Against Sex Workers.

I'm taking a moment to remember all the victims and survivors of violence I have known and heard about, from the sexual harassment everyone faces as a street kid because it's assumed you're a whore to the victims of the Green River Killer and beyond.

I'm still in San Fran, trying to find ways north. I'm probably going to go stand on an onramp with a sign later and hitch my way. It shouldn't take to long, I'm by myself so I'll get rides real quick.

But I woke up grumpy and tired with new aches and I have a deadline to be in Seattle, if not Oly for this festival. Maybe I'll throw the last of my money at a ticket of some sort. But there's no guarantee I'll be able to make back that money in this economy.

Anyone have and advice for a lazy grumpy punk who doesn't wanna hitchhike?

Craigslist has given me crap all in the rideshare department, and the $50 plane tickets are all bought up.

Edit: I went ahead and bought a ticket. Punk points be dammed! I wanna get back up north, wrap the winter darkness around me, feed my head with books and make money.

http://www.theatlantic.com/doc/200912/dobbs-orchid-gene

You need to read the news article at the url listed above. I have been thinking a lot about evolutionary psychology because I think the Indian genotype is wilder that the Euroamerican genotype and this has consequences. The Euroamericans went through a 10,000 years of domestication in agricultural society while Indians mostly did not. As a result Indians are like wild deer, (or wolves) and Euros are like dogs or cattle.

This made Euros more able to fit into the demands of industrial age niches and made it harder for the wider variety of Indian psychological profiles to fit into those slots. Hence more Indians on booze and in prison. However, the more resilient Indian genotype may be more fitted for the coming Information age.

Love Dad

I didn't talk to my dad for about 7(ish?) years, starting around 15 or 16 and going until I was about 20 or 21. Emails like this are definitely a perk to, you know, communicating and shit.

After many adventures, I arrived in San Fransisco Friday night. I miss my roaddog, he left in Santa Fe. But I am lucky enough to be here when some of my favorite people are. I'm heading north soon, back to the Great Northwaste and back to work. I've been asked to medic a trans festival or something in Olympia next weekend, so back to Washington I go.

Everyone in Fresno looks like they lost their dreams and their will to live.

The van died yesterday just west of the Mojave Desert. I <3 deserts, but hitching out was dicey.

Temporarily not broken! The van that is. We make total destroy in Santa Fe!

Broke down in New Mexico. Hrm.

This creature is my roaddog for a minute.

This post may disappear.

We all may disappear.

I'm heading west.

Got good stories, a bubble pipe in order to look distinguished, and pictures of an abandoned ice factory, and a van I named The Wife handed to me free of charge provided I get it to Berkeley eventually. Her back window is inscribed withe the words "I wish my wife was this dirty" in the grime. She came that way.

On the radio tonight. Wkdu.org! Midnight to 3am eastern time.

Oh crap i drunk dialed the internet last night. *facepalm*

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Damn you connecticut and your universal trash compactors!

In Philadelphia there is a cemetery that is over grown and abandoned, barely kept up with the fence torn down in various places. Little trails wander off into bushes and trees, vines and overgrowth have taken over whole sections of gravestones. I kissed someone under this tree like a teenager. It's more fun when you're older to make out. Words of wisdom from the ages.

I'm currently in Boston at the apartment of an old friend, trying to make sense of the Seattle mess(es). We drank a bottle of absinthe last night and now I must find a warm coat. None of my coats in Seattle were travelable, so now I must find something to keep me warm.

In other news I feel guilty for having basically no coverage of the G20, so here's a link to some YouTube videos of the cops doing stupid shit.

http://www.youtube.com/results?search_query=pittsburgh+g20&search_type=&aq=f

I'd get more in depth, but I'm not a media person, and honestly I don't.. wait. Okay, here's two videos from the Bash Back! action on Sept. 24th. In the first video you can kinda hear them chanting "we're here, we're queer, we're anarchists, we fuck you up!" in some parts, and in the second (not as actiony, not nearly as good) one you get to see some medics for a split second.





I didn't get to see most of the Bash Back! action, as my medic buddy and I got a little lost on the way and showed up too late to see much but the burning dumpster and get yelled at by frat boys to "go home, homo! I hope you get knocked out dyke!". It had been a while since someone had verbally abused me for being queer, and it reminded me that not everyone has the privilege I do of existing mostly in queer safe spaces.

A good head check for sure.

That night we did nothing but get chased around by cops and watch college kids mistake tear gas fired into the air as fireworks. There was also a toga party. A TOGA PARTY. Drunk and wandering through riot cops. I had thought that toga parties only happened in movies about college, not in real life. I was so wrong.

That summit was marked for me by watching a lot of college kids get caught up on stuff they didn't understand, and consequently experience the police in ways that is normal for people not of their privileged background or skin color. But I doubt any of them learned much, when I left the students were busy having meetings that resembled exercises in Stockholm Syndrome, blaming anyone and everyone they could but the police.

*sigh*

Enjoy. There's def. some riot porn somewhere in the youtube link up top, the U Pitts students had a tendency to chant Steelers chants and throw things at the cops when drunk, which was very amusing.