Birthday Self Portraits

January 28, 2009 at 2:18 pm (Announcements) (, , , , )

Me & Tobe. January 2009, Berkeley, California.

Me & Tobe. January 2009, Berkeley, California.

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Three Records, Punk Rock, Me

January 28, 2009 at 1:45 pm (Announcements) (, , , , , )

So, even though this zine came out a while ago, I just got it in the mail yesterday — and I love it! One of my favorite photographers, Chrissy Piper, made a zine where she asks punks of all stripes to list three records that have changed or inspired their lives. So each page features a photo of the person, and then their three records, and sometimes a description – short or long – about the record.

Why is this so awesome? First, like many of these people, punk music and community was instrumental in shaping who I am today. So it’s great to see that honored.

Second, I LOVE ZINES. As if you couldn’t tell already. But, I love that this is a real zine, not a blog or a webzine, that it is a paper copy that I can have and hold and look at when I want. I have been floating this theory lately that zines are going to make a comeback in a big way. Partially it’s because of the political magazine landscape right now – when I think about where to print the articles I am writing, there aren’t a lot of options. So, I’m considering self-publishing – it’s either that or the web. I’m excited about this idea, and hope others are too, so seeing a great zine like this makes me happy. And, I’m planning a split of my old zine, Fucktooth, with my friend Mike of Antipathy zine sometime this spring/summer. Yes, really. And yes, I know it’s been 10 years. I was busy, OK?

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If the Shoe Fits…

January 20, 2009 at 11:04 am (Announcements) (, , , , , , , )

Another creative action in the SF Bay Area, brought to us by friends at Courage to Resist and Direct Action to Stop the War:

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Taking Action Against Coal

January 16, 2009 at 6:28 pm (Announcements) (, , , , , , , )

Capital Climate ActionYou know, everyone’s doing it these days. First it was Al Gore who said, “I can’t understand why there aren’t rings of young people blocking bulldozers and preventing them from constructing coal-fired power plants.” And now it’s Wendell Berry and Bill McKibben–you can read their statement in this HuffPo post by Mike Brune.

See, all the cool kids think that coal is not the way of the future. So, a bunch of people are getting together to give a kind of show of strength on March 2–to do a mass nonviolent action at the Capital Coal Plant in Washington DC. Why should you be there? Because climate change is something you can’t ignore.

This is an opportunity, especially for people who don’t have experience in protest or direct actions, or who wonder about what they can do besides watch TV and worry – thousands of young people will be there because this action coincides with PowerShift – an amazing and powerful gathering of young people from around the U.S. who know that together, we have the ability to make change.

Find out more here and here. Hope to see you there.

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In honor of my Dad, two poems.

January 8, 2009 at 2:00 pm (Announcements) (, , , , , , )

In honor of my dad’s birthday today, two poems that he loved.


Crossing the Bar • Alfred Lord Tennyson

Sunset and evening star
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,

But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.

Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark;

For though from out our bourne of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crossed the bar.

High Flight • John Gillespie Magee, Jr

Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds, — and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of — wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov’ring there,
I’ve chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air. . . .
Up, up the long, delirious burning blue
I’ve topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace
Where never lark, or ever eagle flew —
And, while with silent, lifting mind I’ve trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.

Love to you, Dad, wherever you are.

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