in yesterday’s newspaper there was another story about the anti-gay oklahoman. i added it to my wandering assessment because people’re still missing it.
Archive for March 15th, 2008
so stop listening to her advice about the future. she had no idea.
ps. i guess she’s “mama.” so’s earth; maybe you can love them both.
Things are the way they are today, he seemed to be saying, for no greater or lesser reason than that we made them that way — and there’s no good reason for them to stay the same. His suggestion that it’s time to hang up our hats as caretakers of the earth and embrace our role as its masters is profoundly unnerving to the dark green environmentalist in me. But at this point in history, is it any more than a question of semantics?
fires burn without knowing why — you don’t have to do either.
pps. or aren’t we mighty enough to have made a godlike error.
ppps. there’s some of this in there, too! oh, right, we’re sort of into stories.
If Zimmerman is right when he characterizes the dark green call for a romantic return to nature as reflecting a kind of nostalgia for older, safer, more familiar structures of consciousness within ourselves, then why shouldn’t the call of the bright green future be the call to completely let go of them, making room for something as yet unknown? With bright green, the pressing moral obligation to take the fate of the world consciously and carefully into our own hands right now, or risk losing everything, is really inseparable from the thrilling possibility inherent in the human capacity for progress that we can make life better, richer, and more inclusively prosperous than ever before in history. And to me, that’s not just the voice of technological optimism. It’s the voice of the spiritual impulse itself.
i, for one, believe you.
mar 19. this too.
of cats and activists. gonna tell you all you need to know to get to the end of the day and tomorrow we’ll tell you, tomorrow. zip zip zip.
when it comes time, somebody will know where we’ve ended up; if not we’ll make a new home for ourselves on the net! with youtube windows, crawls, and portals. and we will call that our place.
what did we build? was it new homes and new buildings, new modes of transit, new supplies of energy, new ways of living?
it was! login, and you can see it too.
ps. the internet came true so so do its dreams.
ppps. tolja
pppps. i have no service experience. no one’s climbed me, leaned on, sprung off, hid ’round. i wave them off. when this flurry’s quiet, with most tics learned and beat, i hope, maybe i’ll point…? mm. still early. erly erly irly urly.
jes make you pee, don make you whiz
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