Nowtopia Rising?

I have about three blog entries piled up so I’ll just plunge in. First off, I read an article in the Jan./Feb. issue of Orion called “Send in the Clowns”… it’s a beautifully written piece and was eerily similar in certain respects to my forthcoming Nowtopia… in fact, I’m finding more and more writing out there that resonates with my book (another example is Jeffrey Shantz’s article “Anarchist Futures in the Present” in the new Resistance Studies Magazine), which just reinforces my sense of a rising movement that still lacks its own voice. Anyway, here’s a nice snip from the “Clowns” article:

They are people who have turned their backs upon petroleum culture, who, by doing so in a world that has been made safe for consumption, for a besetting tyranny of convenience, have instead profoundly inconvenienced themselves and are trying, in John Updike’s phrase, to be “model citizens of Thoreau’s utopia of doing without.” They are grassroots, agitprop do-it-yourselfers, tinkerers, roboticists, jugglers, musicians, radical gardening disciples, fluffy anarchist trash worshipers, and practitioners of slow food and slow time. They are thrift store habitués, living comfortably and happily off the salvage stream. In dumpsters, on city sidewalks, and on the shoulders of American highways, radical bicycle activists lay claim to the materials of construction to build their huts and their yurts and their geodesic domes in the woods. In a world where one hardly knows where to start the work of redemption, salvage has, for them at least, rediscovered its link to salvation.

The article is well worth reading all the way through, when the author finds himself falling out with his hero, an anarchist bicyclist who turns out to be a rigid moralist that can’t brook the author’s ongoing “normality” after being exposed to the “superior” lifestyle he’s been shown. In this curious way the article actually serves as a repudiation by a ‘regular guy’ of the subculture his article mostly celebrates. And I get it! The self-righteousness that one encounters all too often among the marginal activists and innovators might be a crucial way for them to keep themselves going, but it’s incredibly off-putting if you’re not already “with” them…

Not long ago I was talking with Rose Aguilar of Your Call radio after a CounterPULSE event about how flaky the “left” can be compared to how tightly organized and well presented mainstream folks can be (we were lamenting a rather poor panel discussion we’d just been part of)… she spontaneously came up with the example of “a bicyclist who comes late to the radio studio, all sweaty and breathing heavily”… her KALW studios are at top of a steep hill adjacent to McLaren Park in southern SF, and I’ve ridden there. Not easy! So the implication of her offhand comment was that an organized “together” person would arrive by car, and only the disorganized and (implicitly) pathetic would arrive by bike… sad that she has that association, but it’s telling. And it dovetails in an interesting way with the portrayal of Dave Santos in the Orion piece.

Today is election day, Sooper Dooper Toosday, and the usual frenzy is well underway, but limited to the random friend who unpredictably and mysteriously gets suddenly very animated about Obama or Hilary or Kucinich or… fill in the blank. In years past it was Jesse Jackson or even Walter Mondale (that was 1984 and if Reagan was re-elected, the world might not survive!)… I grapple with my own sense of utter disconnection from these momentous decisions. The person who occupies the presidency matters on symbolic levels for sure, but among the people still running there are hardly any differences. They all are representatives of a fairly tightly organized ruling class politics. Obama is pro-coal and pro-nuclear? getting his foreign policy advice from Brzezinski? Sure, the fantasy is that he’ll break with all the received wisdom (oops, I mean madness) and it might be that the ruling class itself (at least a good-sized faction of it) sees the need for radical reform in the face of collapsing economy and failing empire. But the most likely scenario, like when Clinton and Gore were running the show, is that Obama will give cover to really heinous policies serving American capital… his noise on trade and labor and environment means he’ll be perfectly positioned to advance the aggressive penetration of other countries and cultures by US business. Might he be the president that kickstarts the radical capitalist exploitation (biofuels, genetic materials, cheap manufacturing) of Africa?… that seems overdue.. anyway, it’s all speculation now, and it’s impossible for me to imagine that Obama or Clinton will be anything but a nightmare once in office.

Meanwhile, I’m up and moving a lot more. In my next blog post, perhaps later today, I’ll show some photos of my neighborhood that I can finally walk around in again. In a small 2-block zone there is a great window on the neighborhood murals here, old and new… but for the moment here is the meal I finally got to sit at the table and eat, brusselsprouts and scallops and champagne, celebrating my emerging recovery:

back again later, or tomorrow….

Cautiously Rising!

OK, I’m up and running! Well… I’m up, I’m moving around, the agony seems to have subsided. A cortisone shot 9 days ago made it less painful right away but I still had limited mobility. After 5 days I started to feel better upright, and actually made dinner myself! Now I can walk and I’m even starting to sit a little on a big ball… so I’m excited! I consulted with a surgeon this past Wednesday and we concluded that I might need surgery but should wait another 3-4 weeks and see if I don’t get a lot better without it… and I am already a lot better than I was on Wednesday! Yay!

On Wednesday, Adriana drove me to Crissy Field to celebrate my slowly recovering body. Here are some photos from there to celebrate:

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Wasting Away reading about Waste

yeah, still on my back after a whole fuckin’ month! After feeling like I’d actually regressed I finally broke down and got an MRI… the news was as bad as we’d feared. A huge bulging L5 disc poking into my spine. Here’s the picture!

Yuck! So it’s no wonder that basic chiropractry, massage, and acucpuncture cannot address this. In a couple of days I’m going to visit a specialist who gives epidurals to cases like this, a cortisone shot that will shrink the swelling and hopefully allow me to start some kind of physical therapy regime. Another friend has offered to give me a house call to start on a restorative yoga program, which I’m looking forward to, but so far, can’t do a thing! Can barely walk or stand more than a few minutes at a time.

Anyway, between the injury and the percocet I’m a dull guy, not much to report even though I’ve been reading and thinking and being a sports fan… Francesca took my camera on a bike ride to San Bruno Mountain and came back with some nice shots, so I can pretend that I was out enjoying the nice post-storm weather last weekend:

This second photo is a handy segue to the topic of my reading today: waste! The shoreline near the bay is made up of San Francisco’s garbage (it’s what was once Brisbane lagoon, just south of Candlestick point), dumped there for about 50 years in the 20th century before it became illegal (it was always insane!) to dump in the bay. Our waste is something we have a lot of trouble talking or thinking about but in two articles it gets a good in-depth treatment.

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