17/05 SC Convergence report back
I attended the (first annual?) Santa Cruz Anarchist Convergence last week where I sat through workshops, had meals with friends, watched bands play and the youth dance, drove many miles to save dogs from certain destruction, tabled for endless days (while magically avoided heatstroke AND sunburn), and gave a workshop on hopelessness that ended up being about the hopelessness of criticism.I'll try to cover the whole weekend but since I was stuck at my table for most of the weekend I did miss a lot of the events that the weekend included and you will have to rely on other reports for additional information. I missed the variety show, square dance, some bike rides, a picnic or two, and quite a few workshops... but I will start there.
23/04 My Fool Heart
On my list of insane projects to finish in the next six months, while working full time, was to finish writing a book. I set an outrageous number of goals for myself and continue to talk about them as if they are fait accompli on the belief that believing is usually the hardest part of making something happen. It works often enough (and I haven't cracked under the stress) that I continue to over-commit myself.But I realize that this is one I just have to let go of. I'd really like to finish the project but there is honestly no way that I can turn my mind over to the "other world" enough to write fictional stories about anarchists I love to love & hate. I just don't have it in me right now and that is depressing. I hate bending my knee, to authority primarily, but my own limitations are almost as hard to face up to.
20/03 Eight days is over - life goes on
I hate to do bookkeeping but there are a couple of nasty bits that should be cleaned up before they get out of control.I was only really involved in four of the 8 days this year and, fuck, that just about took all the wind out of my sails. I don't know if it is my age, the workload of the weekend, the late pressure of only deciding to table about 2 weeks before the SF @ Book fair, or what but by monday I was dead sick. I dragged through the week and missed several days of work (sob, sob). Here are a couple notes on 8 days of anarchy.
Day One - Discussion about what brought us to Anarchist politics
Audrey was the highlight like usual but it was also nice to hear other peoples stories. Several people were chatty and the evening was pleasant but not too lively (a bit of a surprise since some of the old-timers from Anarchy showed up).
