Today I was visited by someone I’ve known on Twitter for many years. We walked on the beach and talked about her small place in Ireland, and our small place here.
Twitter still offers quiet places where unremarkable connections are made. But mastodon makes me want to show up.
Ok, I’m really back. And today I was so aware of paying more attention to all details. This is a mastodon thing for me.
It’s turning autumn here, just slightly. The ocean feels warm because the air is cooling, and we’re all letting go of summer.
It's Valentine's Day and 32 degrees. Men in shorts are hurrying into the florist and coming out with single roses wilting in plastic tubes.
The long stemmed red rose in our garden that flowers twice a year chose this one day. We are still laughing at its perfect timing.
We have someone living with us unexpectedly. She's 17 and without family support and with PTSD.
Her courage in accepting the care of strangers is phenomenal. She arrived with everything in two bags. We walk quietly around her because loud noises startle her.
I realised in saying yes how much I appreciate Mastodon for supporting principles of community when family falls through. Not everyone gets lucky. But we can all lend each other time and concern.
A free market is not a fair market.
Free trade is not fair trade.
Freedom is not fairness.
Anyone who values freedom over fairness inevitably resorts to fascism, destroying the freedom of others to keep their own.
"Cyberspace does not lie within your borders. Do not think that you can build it, as though it were a public construction project. You cannot. It is an act of nature and it grows itself through our collective actions."
rest in peace john perry barlow. may the world we create be more humane and fair then any that have come before.
Youngest one has gone to school camp. There's a list of prohibited items, including confectionery. Needless to say at the bus stop they're all packing enough to open a sweet shop. They're like bees so laden with pollen they can hardly fly.
Her sisters pass on the secrets of generations for smuggling candy. "Pack it with your tampons," they say. "Then no one checks."
That weird age: all kid, all grown.
This evening we all miss her. We keep opening the door to her room.
That moment when you get back in the car and loved music is playing on the radio.
Is your child texting about plums in the icebox? Know the signs.
LOL - Letter of lament
GTFO - Got the fridge open
NP - Nice plums
IDC - Icebox deliciously cold
BTW - Breakfast totally wrecked
WCW - William Carlos Williams
@nev @katebowles Most of the "how to start a co-op" education tends to take place outside of academia, via NGOs like the #FoodCoop Initiative: https://www.fci.coop/ or NASCO: https://www.nasco.coop/development/services
The former has a center for #CoopStudies (with a great youtube channel) and the latter has a (distance) alt-MBA called a "Masters of Management, Co-operatives and Credit Unions", which I've been definitely been tempted to apply for: http://www.smu.ca/academics/sobey/sobey-cooperative-management-education.html
Is there anything lovelier than the sound of a kid singing loudly to herself with her headphones on?
After a full day of very tedious university strategic planning this human sound is really restorative.
I don't live in an apartment right now, but I remember that being especially hard. I didn't even know how many of the apartments had people living in them.
One thing that helped me a little bit was watching where people went outside to smoke. I don't smoke, but I would sometimes go to the same place and drink coffee or eat a sandwich. I got to know a couple people that way. Find common areas.
One of the biggest steps in subverting and eventually destroying capitalism is to fight the isolation and become an active part of your local community. It's also one of the most intimidating.
How do you get to know your neighbors?
Change is the universal aspect of all these sources of story. Story is something moving, something happening, something or somebody changing. -- Ursula K. Le Guin (stolen off Tumblr via M. Christian & others)
Modernist manuals of writing often conflate story with conflict. This reductionism reflects a culture that inflates aggression and competition while cultivating ignorance of other behavioral options. No narrative of any complexity can be built on or reduced to a single element. Conflict is one kind of behavior. There are others, equally important in any human life, such as relating, finding, losing, bearing, discovering, parting, changing. ... (Ursula Le Guin, Con'td Next)
Whatever good and bad Twitter represents, today in Australia it's a network of solidarity and resistance. That's not nothing.
My interview is online!
A relatively high number of these facts are true, I feel really vulnerable about how much of my personal life is mentioned and I'm shaking with excitement about what this means for me and all the idiots I work with.
I cannot be more grateful for the opportunity to have been interviewed as part of this collection of creative people in the North Texas area.
I do have a concern about these sorts of personality pieces.
They stress so much on "what I do/did" to get here.
The simple truth is that I've *none* of it alone. Every project is the result of a collaboration, a partnership, a deal made between passionate creatives wanting to make cool stuff happen.
One thing I've learned in this adventure is that there is no such thing as a soloist, and I'm the first to sing the praises of everyone who has helped me stand for a moment in the bright lights.
Sadly, a lot of those stories (and named mentions) didn't make it to the final cut of the interview.
So, with that in mind, thank you for the help and enjoy *our* victory lap of the moment.
At the local grocery store, I had the rebel cashier. The price check on my cheese took too long for her patience, so she gave me the cheese for free. She does this a lot, she says, this giving away of stuff. She is so done with price checks.
Do her bosses know? Yes. They keep telling her to stop. Her reply is "No. If you hate it so much, fire me." And I guess she's a good cashier, because she's still there.
It is very yummy cheese.