Wednesday, January 11, 2012
Occupy Your Heart: #FeelMoreThinkLess
My mother passed away four years ago on January 12, 2008. This experience is still teaching me previously unimaginable lessons about grief, sorrow, and loss because even in her death, my mother gave me one last, loving gift: My heart became broken open.
I fight it. Deny it. Defy it. Try to think it away but so many events in my life since January 12, 2008 keep bringing me back to the accepting that my heart is broken open—perhaps for a reason.
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One of my recent photos:
Choose sides
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Occupy No Demands: #ChooseUtopiaOverReform
For nearly four months, we’ve heard some version of this simplistic gripe about Occupy Wall Street (OWS): But what are their demands?
To ask such a question is to willingly succumb to the craven compliance that conscientiously cloaks a commodity culture. If only OWS would just put itself in a damn box—with a familiar, easily identifiable label, of course—it would make life so much easier for those who’ve long surrendered the capacity for critical thought.
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One of my recent OWS photos:
#MicCheck
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Courtesy of Rick the Cartoonist:
Thursday, January 05, 2012
Occupy to the Sky: #PickOutTheHayseeds
In 1853, the future founders of the Brooklyn Botanic Garden set free several pairs of the previously unknown European House Sparrow inside Brooklyn’s Green-wood Cemetery. By picking hayseeds out of horse droppings from the carts used for funerals, these tiny birds flourished and are today one of the continent’s most ubiquitous creatures.
The moral of this story: When all they can supply is horseshit, it’s up to the us to pick out the hayseeds that enable us to not only survive…but to thrive.
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One of my recent photos:
New year, same economy
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