The double-edged sword of overthinking is my favorite weapon. It lets me cut through the illusions with which society attacks while carving chunks of contentment from my life. The past few days have been fraught with existential turbulence. Social theory, emotions, and identity are all stirring in the brain cauldron, and I think the dish […]

…I’ve been in a Cloud Cult mood.

New reading added under the Resources page: Howard Zinn: Anarchism Shouldn’t Be a Dirty Word.
Read, enjoy, discuss.

The other night I parted ways with some friends and enjoyed a solo nine mile bike ride. Music kept my right ear company while my left listened for traffic.

And I had a thought. Ruminating on that Ironman post, I discovered a connection. I wrote about how weapons and systems of control can shrink the sphere […]

Capping a night filled with myriad events and intersecting cliques was a quick stop at a local bar. I got caught away from my group, and found myself in conversation with two 20-something women. One of them had an Obey pin on her cardigan. I asked her somewhat insidiously if she had attached it herself […]

It took me a long time to adjust to Chicago. I spent most the winter in a mild depression, learning about isolation and perseverance. I worked as a bike messenger for several months–begrudging the cold, sleeping harder than ever, and coming face to face with classism. Most of my energy was consumed by the daily […]

So, I just saw the new movie adaptation of Ironman. If one can look past the racism and sexism that Hollywood seems incapable of transcending, it offered a fairly intriguing story. The narrative is well-rounded, with enticing action sequences that are by no means the central focus of the movie. By the end, some important […]

Cee-Lo starts in at 1:28

In the beginning there was none,
other than the original people, skin blackened from the sun.
But somewhere along the line I broke the laws of the divine
And a curse was placed on this soul of mine
Pale became the color of my face
Feelin out of place amongst the people of my race
Filled with […]

Hip hop was born under oppression. In its infancy, it was the voice of the voiceless. In adolescence, it connects strangers, challenges authority, and echoes from coast to coast. As it grows, however, it suffers acute memory loss. It breaks down during mid-life crisis, buys cars and jewelry, degrades women, and abandons its humble roots. […]

Annnnnnnnd THIS is why I’m moving to San Francisco! If this radical change can occur on a state level, just imagine the possibilities for a well organized local community. I know 61% of the state had voted against this sort of thing, but those judges came from somewhere. We don’t need to mobilize whole states, […]