Tuesday, Sept. 02, 2003 - 11:16 a.m.

Between Worlds

I have many stories to tell from my electrical well, but lately, I’ve been living my life instead of writing about it.

For a couple of weeks in mid-August, my life was a wild roller-coaster ride between wildly disparate social scenes. Anarchy Man and I went to the first day of the Autonomous Mutant Festival (it’s like a Rainbow Gathering, but with loud techno music in the middle of the forest.) Then the Break the Chains Conference began, where I met some anarchists from other parts of the country, and got an earful about racism and white privilege. We also had a lot of fun hanging out with them, swapping anarcho-trivia, and sharing anarcho-gossip, and telling so many inside anarcho-jokes that it was a total anarcho-geek-out. The day after was our Nonviolent Communication practice group. Then it was back to MutantFest. Then back home, listening to the Beach Boys outdoor concert a few blocks away. We went to our anarchist study group, and I ducked out after an hour to attend the plenary talk at the Mars Society Conference at the Hilton downtown. They’re trying to persuade the government to send human missions to Mars. I spent the next day campaigning for Dennis Kucinich (a story for another time). Then I went back to the Mars Society Conference, this time with Anarchy Man in tow. We went up to a hospitality suite to hear a representative of a new corporation that intends to build an elevator to space using cables made from carbon nanotubes. We ducked out of that to attend a going away party for one of the members of our anarchist study group, who is one of the only red anarchists in town. He asked us to dress in red and black for the party. I eagerly told him and his green anarchist friends about the how the old CNT (the Confederacion Nacional del Trabajo, the anarcho-syndicalist labor union from the Spanish Civil War) has been superceded by the revolutionary potential of the new CNT (carbon nanotubes). I took a swig from a jug of commercially labeled organic fruit juice, and only as I swallowed did someone tell me it had vodka in it. Oh, well, straightedge no more. The last time I drank any alcohol had been on New Year’s Eve in 1997. Then I spent the weekend back at the Mars Society Conference, watched The Handmaid's Tale at Subversive Pillow Theater in the park, and then Nonviolent Communication practice group.

The roller-coaster continues: this weekend d-anarchist, came to visit her boyfriend, Anarchy Man, and we spent most of that time shuttling d-anarchist, between visits with our green anarchist friends and visits with our Nonviolent Communication friends, plus a visit with our libertarian capitalist friends.

This afternoon, I'm going to a big corporate rock concert. I know it's morally wrong, but Evanesence is playing, and I really love Evanescence.

Next weekend, Anarchy Man and I are trying out a personal growth/human potential cult brainwashing thingydo called Naka-Ima.

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