Priorities change and hope makes a rare appearance.

Originally posted October 28th, 2011:

Today really sucked at first, but I think it ended well. I saw a guy have a seizure in Mud House, talked to more news crews, had to use my powers of persuasion on loud drunk people and loud sober people with chips on their shoulders, carried a lot of heavy things, defended my belief in altruism for reasons other than “Jesus told me to be nice” (which imo implies that if Jesus told you to be an asshole you’d do that too) to religious people and to top it off, it has started sleeting.

However, I know that at least some people are listening and watching. We had a gift of muffins from an Anonymous(heh) donor. Maybe it’s silly, but it made my night much more awesome (well, that and meeting a new GA attendee and buying candy for no reason in the middle of the night with Jeremy like old times :D). Sometimes I’ve felt like I’ve been ranting to myself lately, but the last day or two I’ve heard signs that give me some hope from various places. A few friends came through for me, and a few strangers did too. I hope it isn’t too late.

I have one request to everyone reading this. Whether or not you join me in the battles I’ve chosen, do something. Stop using the fallacious idea that every action requires the permission of another as an excuse to not act. We are so much more powerful than we have been told by those who wish to protect their own power, and by those who follow them because they see no alternative or have fallen into apathy. If you see something that is wrong in the world, try and right it. If you see something that is right, support it. If every person who has told me that they are only one and can’t have any meaningful impact got up every day and tried to live as the person they wish they were, we would not need heroes. Do not wait until it is safe to have a revolution. There is no such time and there never will be. Be dangerous. Act. Do. Change the world.

Originally posted October 30, 2011:

Some of my friends have asked me how Occupy Charlottesville is going, and it made me realize that (at least in my mind) it isn’t really just that anymore. It’s morphed into something else, and while letting go of the dream of Charlottesville joining in as the American people rise as one to tell the corporate world to go fuck itself has been a bit disappointing, what IS happening here is pretty damn exciting too. There are still quite a few people focused on national financial policy changes but for me the magic is happening at the local level. I couldn’t tell you how much of the change in myself lately is the antidepressants kicking in and how much is righteous fury fueled bravery and a renewed sense of community, but lately I’m wondering if I might actually not be a giant failure as a human being. Assuming things stay relatively stable, I’m even starting to allow myself to wonder if I could do something satisfying and important with my life eventually. Not that I’m going to get all crazy with the optimism and hope stuff, but I’ll say I’m willing to try despite the feeling that I’m being silly and possibly even delusional. Cool, right?


I am prone to both violently rejecting people taking me seriously, and insisting that I have serious things to talk about. I also enjoy silly hats, puppets, and protesting the evils of capitalism while drinking massive amounts of fair trade coffee.

A guest blogger position you say? PERFECT!