Nothing Better than a Morning Riot.

I’ve pretty much stayed away from writing about politics or activism in this blog. I suppose that I wanted a space to vent other parts of my life.  My love for movies for example and my long gone dream to make and watch movies for the rest of my life as a 300 pound teddy bear. I guess this is the end of an era. 

“The end of an era” – this is what my partner said to me as she kissed me for the last time. I wondered what she meant but even worse, I thought about how many times I had heard this.  How many 'eras' had I gone through?  The moments we are happiest are also the moments we forget to appreciate the source of our happiness. – and no, it’s not capitalism, Jesus, I can’t believe you were thinking that...

Does our happiness come from our own validation of our experiences? Subconsciously perhaps? I suppose since I don’t think we always have the luxury to pre-approve our happiness like the credit cards that come in the mail. An option like that would be ideal. 

I hate and love those moments when we realize that we use to be happy during a certain period that's already passed but we never realized it at the time. Those must be the greatest bloopers that, if there is a god, she watches when she’s bored with pretending to care about republicans.

Spring is here and winter has been relatively short.

These last 6 months have been so crazy.  From Sleeping in a park in Manhattan to actions in Alabama, to hunger striking in front of a church to attacking Bank of America with furniture, and marching in the Bronx with radical organizers – I’m going to attempt to remember and apply what I’ve learned but mostly what I’m pretending to know. 


Bare with me. 

Oh, and my sister got married. wtf.