Naomi Klein & Bill McKibben left me in tears. They’re calling for a massive divestment from the fossil fuel industry. The spectacle borrowed strategies from the born-again camp I attended growing up. A powerful performance even though anti-capitalism wasn’t much more than a ghost in the room.
Sprawly Saturday featuring fried foods at breakfast, a chilly picnic & exploring Hyde Park. By two-thirty it felt like the day was OVER: Why am I still awake? Why am I so thirsty? Why is it so cold? Fighting to stay awake for:
Hot cocoa, Poodle haircut, Fridge cleaning, Processing 50 pounds of food from the farm, Reading scifi on the couch, Witchy candles, X-files. Oh, & dinner.
The first year we lived here I didn’t settle in. Now, what does it mean that we’re here to stay? How do I cultivate love for Boston? Paint the kitchen pink. Build a fire pit. Attend meetings for the Franklin Park Coalition and Stonybrook Neighborhood Association. Get another tattoo. Finally set up the sleeping porch. Try to make friends. Host a silent dinner. Adopt another poodle?
Teaching myself about the history of poverty in the USA.
- Twenty Years at Hull House, Jane Addams
- Let Them Eat Ketchup: The Politics of Poverty and Inequality, Sheila Collins
- “Class Warfare in the USA and the Proper Way to Mutiny”, Joe LeVasseur
- Loaves and Fishes, Dorothy Day
- Regulating the Poor: The Functions of Public Welfare, Frances Fox Piven & Richard A. Cloward
- The Other America: Poverty in the United States, Michael Harrington
Friends, what am I missing?
This morning, J & I joined a community garden! I am curious & excited to participate in a predominately black-led community organization. After a meeting in a nearby VFW hall, we found our newly assigned plot, imagined the path of the sun & discovered a patch of mint while several older southerners watched over the garden & smoked cigarettes. On our way out, one man called us over & offered to till our plot. Digging out the mint will be our first task of the season, but for today I picked a few handfuls for tea. 400 glorious square feet.
At a restaurant down the street, we drew out 6 iterations of our plot layout over cups of coffee. We walked the two miles home through Forest Hills Cemetery & now are settling into an afternoon at our desks. Choices for a grey day:
Rag rug, Bookstore, Homemade pizza dough.
Sunday we marched in the Peace Parade. We marched with the queers, right behind the brass band. Peaceful & joyful in the middle of thousands of drunk Bostonians. Project: stitch protest/parade flags so that I am ready for the spring Occupy resurgence.
Get on the boat! Friends! Family! Let’s move outside the city limits. Let’s grow food. In the evenings, we’ll play cards and stringed instruments. I know that its hard to coordinate our efforts sometimes. You’re on that coast and I’m on this one. We’re moving at different paces. But many of our dreams are the same. Let’s attend community meetings and build soil. We’ll get better and better at working together. Let’s move to the country.