digital hunting

there are amazing communal and individual experiences out there being had, unmediated to a great degree by government, money, morality, just like anarchist writers always talk about. so if anyone is bored and reading this, please go do something that pleases you more.

it has come to my attention that humans can pay to hunt animals by web cam. you hit your mouse or spacebar, and wriddle some poor kittie's body with painful projectiles. this is a scandalous outrage. why can't we empathize with the horror of these captives as they die for nothing but alienated pleasure? fuck it, i'll sign the petition
http://www.thepetitionsite.com/takeaction/422394638?z00m=90242&z00m=90242

am i going new age... have i lost my mind? no

dang. k, so i've been to baltimore to visit my ailing gramma. her face skin is so loose and wrinkly, the only way you know if she's smiling is by looking at her eyes, and even then she looks very sad and confused.

i wish she and i had known each other better, apparently she talked circles around people and made fun of them in those ways that appear to be compliments but might sink in later as insulting. she also... ah, a long interesting life as well. there was this one time someone in my family grew a pot plant. it got huge. i think it must have been my aunt. anyway, gramma dug it up cuz it was in the yard and she smelled piggies. but did she throw it away? no! she put it in the attic, figuring it was a shame waste all that good pot. she didn't smoke, but growing up in the great depression she didn't throw shit away or serve enough food at dinner parites. she'd put out a tiny piece of cheese, you know like 8 oz, for 25 people, and that would be it. hahaha

umm, so i got to visit with a friend from school and we and her friend and i walked in the woods. we saw a feral coy fish, an alligator snapping turtle, and various other marvelous biological peculiarities. i also picked up some flint, and will shortly be experimenting with knapping.

also stopped in at Red Emma's, this rad info/coffee shop. very groovy. they're hosting a huge radical bookfair soon, June 30th-July 2nd. check er out http://redemmas.org/bookfair/2006 check 'em out, Ward Churchill is speaking! you tell it brother! we'll fuck it up good for you! kidding, of course ;) , keep the dripping water away from my forehead mr. police officer, or i'll kick you and you'll fall down hard

speaking of violence, i spent the weekend with some way-cool pacifists. or at least they seemed pretty cool... i learned about pachakuti mesa shamanism from a master shaman and his apprentices. as my uncle says, a fool tells all, so i'll say no more, except they're not into violence. here's a description of it:http://newyorkayllu.com/shamanism/about_the_mesa.htm


a lady from there gave me a lift back home. unfortunately her ideas about social change frustrated me so much that i bottled up my emotion and later took a run. since i was just dealing with the anger then, i neglected my duck feet. then i broke my right foot by placing wrong while running. and now i'm fucked.

anybody want to visit me while i'm gimping? i'd love you so much.

La PAZ is complete! and other stuff

so here it is, folks. the moment we've all been waiting for. (thunderous drumroll) the Hut is finished! it's waterproof! i tried the spring water, and i'm fine! cat tail pollen is ready for collecting, a plum tree and some useful flowers are in the ground, the toilet is set up, as is the fire pit... what more could you need? any vagabonds in town, you would honor us by staying at La PAZ. the garden will be more advanced by the time you come.

we saw our first dragonflies at the site, surely a good omen.

one of my relatives was in town. he's all into subsistance farming and hunting. the only things on his table that're store-bought are the salt and pepper. pretty impressive, ey? he says when civilization collapses, we can all stay at his place.

the good stuff

hmmm... it's been so long since my last post. because of my alzheimers, i'd need a time machine to go back and remember most of what happened. here are the fragments i can offer.

my papa and i continue working on the dialectics around christian justice and green anarchism. as a result, i'm writing a joke about derrick jensen. the context of this hilarity isn't worked out, but the punchline is "i'm gonna get my tribe to kill all you motherfuckers", with him of course not meaning so much of it because he's an author. if you took away the genocidal tendencies, i love the dude.

right now i'm reading fredy perlman's "against his-story, against leviathon!". pretty good shit. also reading and doing "the shaolin workout: 28 days to transforming your body and sould the warrior's way". his stuff is awesome, and the history of shaolin is very interesting. back in the day, the buddhist monks had no government to defend them (the empire wasn't buddhist) so they trained to become the first known martial arts badasses. when buddhism became p.c. in the empire, the monks were forbidden to do the kung fu. so they practiced in secret rooms in the backs of their temples, smashing their fists into the rock wall thousands of times.

the dude on the left is my master (sifu in mandarin), shi yan ming. he is a fearsome badass, and now i am gaining his power!

i've gained a couple friends, but i seem to have lost a few along the way. fuck juvenile diabetes, and fuck drug addiction. i know cursing won't dispell such large problems, but they represent my feelings pretty well on these subjects

my brother graduated from a waldorf middle school. waldorf is a strange but wonderful alternative schooling model, with classes like woodworking and games. there was this one dude with a high iq and a bee up his butt who thought he should tease and disrespect everyone at the school, mercilessly. including my hulking leviathon of a brother. (seriously, my bro sea serpeant is 15 and 6'2 and he thinks he's an x-man.)

so what's the first thing he does after graduating from middle school? he goes up to the jerk and slugs him, possibly breaking his jaw in one punch. everyone cheered

my pal beautiful day almost finished the hut today, but his hand got a splinter and got infected to the point of needing surgery. :( sorry dude

the spring has been dug up, and more have been located. i promised not to drink from it until after my dads wedding for fear of being sick for it. after all, dude's been going with the same woman since i was a tot.

i'm getting a whole vision, (implementation has allready begun) to make a sweet-ass permaculture garden near the hut. more details to follow.

i went to buy an herb bowl for the partying, and the dude demanded to see id. what a nutter. he had dreads and he works in a headshop. i guess pigs give them shit all the time

some serious urban spelunking has been undergone by papaya, b.d. and i. check out pictures at http://www.forgottenoh.com/subway.html, though that's NOT where we went. (so with that, i want to make an anti-toast: fuck cops who read anarchist blogs in order to squeal on us.)

if you're green and or anarchist and or spontaneous and active, please leave me some! and check out the peruvian shaman coming to serpeant mound. he and his peruvian shamanic associates think they have a shot at saving the world with their magic, so i'm checkin it out

this is a wicked cool website on prim skills: http://www.primitiveways.com/

hail and farewell my hearties