Not Helping! Volume 1: wind-up Patriots

Dear countrymen (and we are countrymen, whether you think so or not), I know you're angry. We're all angry. The economy's in the toilet, the TPP (otherwise known as NAFTA 2: ELECTRIC BOOGALOO) will screw every one of us and is basically on the books. The elections are rigged. The rich grind the poor into spice for their lattes. I get it.

You need to know this, though. You're wasting your anger on trolling and harassing those of us you see as the enemy. You've been misled, as have we all. "United We Stand," I keep seeing on your bumper stickers, but you forgot the second half. Divided, we fall. We share the enemy, and it's time to start noticing its shape.
 
1. If you listen regularly to talk radio, or watch TV news, and if you really believe what you hear, you should know that you are being lied to by a league of hired guns who will literally say anything for money. They get their "talking points" from the people running this country into the ground, and always have.  I won't pretend that it's all on one side, either. The far Left is an agenda, the far Right is an agenda, and so on. Everyone has an agenda in media, but the majority of the venom pours out of daytime Right Wing shows.They know things are bad, because they helped them get that way. They're preying on your fears, and they are nurturing them for harvest come Election year.
 
2. You are clearly taking the bait, as if they had your best interests in mind. Remember, however, that bait comes attached to a hook. Listen to the commercials. THAT is who they care about. They love to mock and dehumanize any movement that threatens their masters, and by trolling the Facebook pages of grassroots organizations with bad news (the only kind you're going to find in your bought-and-paid for news outlets, by the way), you are doing their work for them. The dumber we look due to the distortion in the media (which your radio gods laughably call "Liberal"), the less you have to think about the possibility that we're right, and that you're one of us, under all the made up statistics and misdirected anger. Change is hard, and people would rather pass the buck, and that's why things have gone so wrong.
 
3. Your seeds of negativity will fall on the rock, dear friends. Smart people aren't really that worried by your catcalls because we know it's a bottomless pit to reach people with closed minds. You can wallow in your blame games and pessimism if you prefer, but they won't help you. Optimists are the ones who get things done, they see possibilities and they embrace them.  You wouldn't even have the Internet to abuse if everyone had your mentality.
 
4. Your inability to form sentences or use contractions betrays the ignorance that leads to this tragically limited world view. Maybe if your heroes at the top had invested in education instead of war profiteering, you'd be able to compose a coherent statement. In fact, maybe you wouldn't be so easy to control. Maybe you'd have learned compassion by now. Of course, that's bad for business, so that was never going to happen.
 
5. So many of you have obviously never even been to a protest of any kind, much less say, the Occupy camps or Black Lives Matter or the current Native protests against domestic pipelines that will poisonyet more of our precious groundwater. Many of you are not seeing the real issues because you're too busy "boycotting" a football player who won't stand for the anthem of the country that's hunting his brethren, or "evil" statues being erected to make a point about separation of church and state, or department stores that allow people you don't understand to use the bathroom, or whatever else you're damning with such enthusiasm. This is exactly how the enemies of real progress want it.

Before you harden your heart beyond the point of no return, go see for yourself. Go see that these protests are not just mobs of trust fund babies or the "welfare cheat" bogeymen you've been trained to believe are everywhere. These are not the enemy. These are your neighbors. Maybe even your friends and family. They are every bit as human as you are. They're out there because they're tired of being manipulated, tricked, and discarded. You probably have more in common with them than you can even imagine. You'll never know if you hide in your cocoon of cynicism.
 
We used to have something in this country called "community." It was replaced with gates and alarm systems and bickering religious factions, because the people taking advantage of us all depend on that fear and division to keep us from taking back our lives. It's been that way since at least World War II, and it will stay that way until people see it for the scam it is. What happened to "love thy neighbor," or do you only like the parts of the Bible that make you feel superior to others? What happened to "united we stand," or did that just go away because your 9/11 sticker faded? If you really care about America, try participating in it. Stop getting your opinions from other people, and stop hating strangers blindly. Get out there and look at the world, and talk to people, and think about what you found out there, and what it means. Then you can have an opinion of your own, like an adult. Until you do that, you are in real danger of becoming faceless, nameless, heartless, and useless, but remember, it's optional.
 

They want us at war with each other. They love it. Let's surprise them by coming together to be a force to be reckoned with rather than turned into income and votes.

It's You That Hides the Secret

 

While I prepare some new posts, let The Legendary Pink Dots remind you who you are. Stay tuned. 

No star is TOO far

No bridges burned
No caution in the gale that fans this cauldron of ambition
Say the word - you SHALL succeed in your noble mission
Turn that dial and show them who's in charge!
Wait a while, but be absolutely certain The World will wait for you...
For it's YOU who holds that bold auspicious card.
It's you who guards the secret.
Be ruthless on your chosen path.
Say it now, and do it first.
Shout "Destiny!"
That always works.
"It's Destiny!"
No one shirks their Destiny!

 

 

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Adventure, now with free stickers!

Greetings, y'all. I'm here to invite you to join me in a little art adventure.

Jump in with me on this and you'll be giving my efforts to get my work into the world a push-start, you'll get actual mail (remember the 90s?) and support the USPS, and you'll enjoy the thrill of having a little mission.

I've just come from Tanline Printing with the first run of stickers for Apocalypse Fatigue. I do have them for sale here, but now there are extra, so I had the idea of inviting positive chaos into the equation by giving the stickers away to put them before as wide a potential audience as possible. That's where you come in.

 

The sticker is meant to remind people about balance and then to get people wondering where the message came from. Some of those folks are bound to get curious and type the url into their phones, where they will get the unpacked thought-world summarized by the motto on the sticker: "Day must always dance with night, but out of darkness cometh light."

What I want from you is to help me put this in all kinds of places I'd never be able to and expand the audience. We'll play this old school. Email me and I'll send my address. You send me a self-addressed stamped envelope to send back to you. You'll receive a sticker for yourself plus 3 more. Then you'll decide where they belong and put them there, planting seeds to draw the attention of passing strangers.

Target them to specific audiences or leave it up to chance. I would love to see pictures of where they end up. You can tag me on Instagram, FB, etc. or just send photos to me and I'll make a gallery of them. This is going to be fun.

Michael Jenney of ADR and Assemblage23 has graciously gotten the ball rolling by taking a big handful with him on his US and world tours. Now I want you to join the fun and be the benevolent tentacles of my attention-gathering octopus!

Now that everything is electronic people have forgotten that this is how it was done. I advocate a return to artifacts and play. Here's a fun way to get a lot of toes in the pool.

Get in touch with the magic buttons at the bottom of the page.

Let's play!

Everything is Santa Claus

Hear me out.

When you're a kid your parents try to teach you about wonder, as if you needed any help with that. Don't blame them. Somebody convinced them along the way that the tradition of compliance was healthy and that you needed to be taught how to enjoy life. They have been in the salt mines of adulthood and forgot what it was like. Some will remember they've got it backward and start living in the present by hanging out with their kids, but most of us don't get there. Our folks mean well when they start lying to us. Forgive.

Santa Claus is the perfect metaphor and reference point for the myth of authority, and rest assured that is is a myth. When you're young enough to take your parents at their word, you learn about this magical man who lives in a freezing wasteland, ready to reward you with your heart's desire if you will simply believe and be good, for goodness sake.

Years on, you learn how it really works. You find out Santa is bait on a hook, offered to parents as a way of placating bored children by indoctrinating them into consumerism. You find out that reindeer only "fly" when they eat wild mushrooms, and the elves are Chinese kids working in factory hives with suicide prevention nets. If you didn't get what you wanted, it probably had more to do with the private economic realities your parents tried to shield you from than any unworthiness on your part. One day you come to understand that all the Christmas miracles were sacrifices your parents made to make you happy. This is beautiful, if tragic.

Hopefully none of the holiday rituals convinced you that material objects are equivalent to love and security, or that your worth depends on possessing the trinket of the year, though that is of course the point behind all the festivities. Again, it's not your parents' fault. They took the bait, but they did it out of love. They bought The Hustle, and let's be fair, it's very convincing. They meant well but they unintentionally set you up to fall for it. Authority is just another fairy tale for grown ups. Like with many fairy tales, there's a monster.

Monkeys with rockets

Information doubles faster and faster toward some unimaginable end. In these accelerating times it is literally impossible to predict where humanity will be in ten years, much less a generation. It’s vital, therefore, to remember the power we have as we consider how to deal with this fundamental mystery that is at the bottom of all our constructions and also with the very real dangers outside our skulls. Not knowing quite where we’re from or quite where we’re going is a great reason to be kind and seek ways to help each other, but it can be terribly uncomfortable and makes many of us terribly selfish. We do our best to make it through the maze intact, guided mostly by the avoidance of inevitable pain and the pursuit of ephemeral pleasure. You’re beginning to understand why I’m a hermit by now, I suppose. These are not the conversations people want to have at parties. I could be wrong, or just at the wrong parties.

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tradition is a locked room

"This is how we've always done things" is a curse.

It keeps the world small and dark for those who adopt it as their mantra. We cling to tradition because it seems easier, but it's lazy. I'm no exception, but I'd like to take this space to use my own behavioral experimentation to show you how easy it can be to have a better day.

Scenario A (The Habit)

I sit in the waiting room of my mechanic, knowing it will be hours before the car is even in the garage. I study the decor, and begin to hate it. I shuffle in my chair, feeling the springs wrestle my bony ass for control of the situation. The desk jockey's breathing begins to annoy me. I start finding problems with his face. I run or of things to do on my phone, which is absurd given its capabilities and the scope of my imagination when I'm not lazy. I am bored to death and dreading the rest of the wait already, anxious it be an all day affair. It has been ten minutes.

Then I try something else.

Scenario B (The Experiment)

I sit cross legged outside, on an electrical box so the ants don't come near me. I set my phone timer for 27 minutes and try to calm down. I allow my mind to wander a little and begin imagining an app to facilitate meditation in situations like these. I go back to breathing and slip into a mild trance. My eyelids flutter on their own for a minute and when I open them the colors are vibrant and cloud cover has cooled the breeze. A stray dog and I share a glance. I feel better.

Christine calls at the 23 minute mark to ask how it's going. I let her know the futility of waiting and we make plans for her to pick me up. I get restless and inspired so I start walking home. Certainly not the whole way, but with an eye toward finding a place to have a cup of coffee and a greasy breakfast and write while I wait.

I text her my plan and she enjoys it. We send each other photos so it's like we're hanging out. I bypass the dead sidewalks and walk around construction and through piles of dried monsoon mud full of swirling patterns. I notice dozens, maybe hundreds of things I don't see when I'm driving. It's good to be reminded of how much there is outside our little tunnels.

I walk into the shade of an underpass and my phone tells me that my destination is closed. I call and confirm it, but I am not disappointed because I am smack dab in the middle of downtown and better options are walkable now.

I give up my little daydream of a diner in favor of a fresh food and smoothie cafe over and realize that a better choice was made for me. My body is grateful that habit was not served today and my mind agrees.

I update my wife and suck down the big cup of awesome I've ordered. I sit in the shade on the cobblestone sidewalk and begin half meditating and half people watching, and then I begin to write this piece.

The shopkeeper comes out and insists I sit in the cool air. I say I don't want to hog his limited space and he insists I am welcome so I take him up on it. I'm still waiting, but the feeling is the opposite of the one I began with. The curse is reversed.

The findings of this experiment, at least in my subjective experience, are clear. I'm 180 degrees from where I started and it took barely more effort than staying in that crappy chair would have. I encourage you to do your own experiments and find your own truth.

Misery is a weed that grows out of bad habits and lazy choices. Take chances and you open doors. Make the effort to try these little shifts. The difference is like changing planets. This is the everyday alchemy all of us can do. I've never done an experiment like this and wound up wishing I'd just done it "like I always do."

This whole world's made from other people's locks. Find your own keys, in your own mind.

 

Gratitude = vitality.

It's easy to complain, but it's a cheap use of language. I don't do enough gratitude posts, so here's one to add to the number.

I am sitting on a porch under an avocado tree that might be older than my last name. The shade is gentle and constant. I'm used to shade being a rare and fleeting respite from the feeling of being an ant in the beam of some future serial killer's magnifying glass.

I hear the highway, but tires on concrete are more of a low hiss than the churn of tires on split asphalt and potholes. With the exception of the overcompensating bros revving their Hot Wheels, it has the quality of a brook. Quiet here is different too. It's punctuated by distant booms, little honks, occasional buzzing of beetle wings, and a steady yet random fall of avocado leaves. It's quite musical in its way.

The neighbors are making no contribution to the soundscape at the moment. The breeze barely shakes the vines and broad leaves around the porch but it keeps me cool. Cats come and go. The sirens I just heard aren't for me.

I spent hours on the beach yesterday and expect to repeat that today. The shore is about an hour away and everything else is walking distance. I've had great food and good company. I've been reminded that there are ways to live apart from habit and that life expands to meet you when you take a chance.

Do you think the last person here won their game?