| last time i updated this, i was fresh out the desert and unemployed.
now, i'm engaged and looking at houses for to purchase them and make them mine own.
this month, i've been house sitting. waking up at 5 every morning to an old dog requesting access to the areas of the world in which she can lawfully poop. this has reinforced my belief in doggy doors.
a week ago we looked at houses that had comically large problems. one had a ceiling that was only six feet tall. one was obviously a pre-fab house whose doors would not shut. one was incredible but had no yard and smelled like cat pee. one was incredible, but the owners had neglected to take care of the roof, and the walls were bulging with moisture and we left with headaches from the bad things in the air.
i've been through two jobs. two and a half, if you count the one i was hired for on a wednesday and dismissed from the next afternoon - not because of anything i did, though. budgets.
i like the job i am in a great deal. i do research on a union campaign. we are trying to better working conditions in the residential construction industry. our target is the biggest homebuilder in america. we are also trying to end world hunger, destroy cancer, and solve the palestinian-israeli conflict.
when i first started working on a union campaign, my dear friend who has been working on a similar campaign said, "be sure to to take care of your mental health. this job can get really fucking depressing." i accepted her advice, but thought i had the iron will and the detachment to not be bothered. i was wrong.
i started a new band with sean and ben and randy and deacon and i really really enjoy it, but we've only practiced twice and i hope i'm not the only one who really, really enjoys it.
there have been TWO more incarnations of porches, both of which were really fun: stephen stinkbrein on bass, preston j.b. on drums. ray reeves on drums, jason p.w. on geet, ryan mcd on keys, francis on bass.
i am currently in the process of surprising my mother and father, the former of whom is my friend on facebook, but who, as of yet, does NOT read this blog (hence the dirty words).
i just finished "breakfast of champions." it was good, but too... vonnegut-y. cheeky. bluebeard will probably always be my favorite. currently almost done with "the monkey wrench gang." i hated it before i started to pick up on some of the tongue-in-cheek-ness, and i still love/hate it. not surprising, given what i have heard about his views on immigration.
sometimes doing anything good feels so sisyphean. there is such endless innocent need in this world and such great innocent destructive power in humankind. i write "human" there after catching myself writing "mankind" - but i think this is one instance in which mankind may be appropriate.
i lived at the tribe, which was surreal. i saw defiance, ohio play there six years ago. i played my first show with a 4-piece with defiance, ohio there two years ago.
i've been trying to get back into writing prose.
i went on tour with sean and ben, which was, as always, a blast and a half. monsters of snack. they bring out the best and the worst in me. somehow eating mcdonald's and more self-righteous than ever. the wonderful lazy days of driving six hours to hang out and play music for people.
10 days on the road is enough for me, though. anymore and i get all holden caulfield - phony this and phony that. i crave foundations and sacrifice and support.
there is a lot more that has happened that i do not remember that i wish i had written down. at least i've been journaling privately, though. | comments: 6 comments or Leave a comment   |
| | my desire to somehow address the suffering i see in urban life will always be at odds with my desire to run the fuck away from it | | comments: 3 comments or Leave a comment |
| alright, this is really fucked up.
apparently the story is national news - i didn't know. but the stories are leaving a lot out.
here's what happened: on easter sunday, six people from chicago, three of them friends of mine, went to the cardinal's catholic church. while the catholic church's leaders have spoken against the war in the past, i believe the cardinal has personally been quiet on the topic, including when he recently met with Bush and Daley. during his homily, they stood up and shouted things against the war, and sprayed themselves and a few people nearby with fake blood.
i'm not interested in debating whether what they did was right or wrong - what's fucked up is the reaction to it.
item a: the group had no leader - it was a very informal group formed pretty recently. of the six people arrested, only one was black. the authorities arbitrarily decided to label him "the leader" and set his bail at $35,000. the rest got a bail of $25,000. both numbers seem patently absurd.
item b: donte, the aforementioned "leader," says he was punched by police officers in jail, a story corroborated by other people in the holding area.
item c: the group was formed literally the week beforehand, with the name made up on the spot the night before, yet some news reports are talking about them meeting weekly and being in existence for years.
item d: "In that witness, I think we can be grateful to those who interrupted this holiday." - the Cardinal, after the protestors willingly and peacefully were escorted out.
a lot of commentary says that the protestors actions "alienated" the people there. whether or not that is a valid point, what about the larger issue at stake? how is christianity alienating people who really care for peace?
there are certainly leading religious figures who are outspoken about global justice, but i feel like their voice isn't loud enough. the church should be ministering to people like the protestors - as it should to all people - not forcing them away because their political views make their middle class patrons feel uncomfortable.
if the catholic church doesn't do something to stop the city from punishing these people far beyond the scope of reasonable argument, i'm going to be really pissed. | | comments: 1 comment or Leave a comment |
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| some friends of mine were arrested yesterday for protesting at a catholic church.
apparently they walked into the church, and, during the sermon, threw blood on themselves and said anti-war things.
plenty of churches deserve to be protested. the catholic church, though - the last statement i heard from a pope about war was that there was no such thing as a just war anymore, because of modern military tactics. and it was in a context where he was denouncing the invasion of iraq.
moral of the story: next time you are going to protest a religious institution, call ben and ask him first. | | comments: 3 comments or Leave a comment |
| biked:
2 days ago: 21 miles
yesterday: 13 miles
today: 21 miles
media hatred level: 9
tiredness: 100000000
sandwiches in fridge: 1
sandwiches in tummy: 1
this whole priest/obama thing. it just demonstrates how much people have lost the ability for subtlety or compromise when it comes to political discussions. and the articles about it are making me sick. there was a brief respite when obama dared to say something intelligent and deal with it in a great way. and now, we are back to talking about how it will affect his "electability."
and like the rest of this election cycle, the media will keep re-writing the same story about it for the next week or so, wondering if it's still "an issue" with "the people," while they are setting the agenda.
why is the media continuing to quote people calling him "anti-American" or racist? why is geraldine ferraro allowed to call him a "racist bigot" for quotes taken radically out of context while she continues to deny the racism laden within her own comments?
it's such a ridiculous character assassination. | | comments: 6 comments or Leave a comment |
| why do people keep writing about how clinton is "gaining momentum" when she barely won ohio and texas after having 20-point leads in those states 2 weeks ago?
if someone wins by much less than they were predicted to win, doesn't that signify a loss of momentum?
if their opponent loses by much less than predicted at the outset, doesn't that signify someone who is on the rise?
am i missing something? is there some secret to understanding why the media is so "anti-clinton"?
ben | | comments: 3 comments or Leave a comment |
| | i think once you've been homesick for five months you can reasonably start to think that maybe you don't just have bad luck meeting people, maybe there are just a lot of noncommital people where you live. if i was in a worse mood i would've written "dicks" there instead of "noncommital people." i'm just sayin. | | comments: 3 comments or Leave a comment |
| if there's one thing i'd never change
i hope i never choose cleaning my room over hanging out
bwah! | | comments: 1 comment or Leave a comment |
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| things in chicago are good. my entire time here has been a struggle to reconcile the ol' fluttering soulbirds (emotionalus aviatus, according to mr. buber) with the simple facts of the case. not to dance too much in the world of objectivity, but. i moved here with my best friend to be close to my bestest friend. i've made a fair amount of friends since i moved here. i am getting paid "poverty wages" ($200 a week for > 40 hours of work, standard, if ya were wondering) that still allow me to live in a comfortable apartment and partake of various leisure activities.
i was going to write about happiness, especially after having several long discussions on it recently and reading an old friend's livejournal post on the same topic. but i don't think i am ready to.
i am content. i still cry randomly with little provocation, sometimes alone, sometimes in the company of others. i am well and am inspired by what people are doing on a daily basis on small levels. i still find myself gripped by an utter hopelessness for the human race on a bi-weekly basis. i love playing music. i hate playing music. my job is boring. my job is useful. i miss my old friends and know they miss me. sometimes i feel like my old friends don't think about me at all. i am in love. i am lonely. i am ready for something new. i want to be part of something sustained and constant and eternal.
i do not think all of these are incompatible. here's to life.
walking down thirty-fifth, i've got a devil on my shoulder.
every step i take, he gets louder, i get nothing but older.
and where have my angels gone? same place my good intentions went.
but i've found a lover, and my friends are heaven sent.
life'll pick you up. life'll throw you down.
life'll give you hand, and it'll watch you drown.
but whether or not it treats you well, boy,
you'd better learn to laugh like hell.
what did this devil say? he asked, have you heard the news?
your friend has found his demons - tried to cut'em loose.
he found a bottle of tequila and put his head in a noose.
all the time, those demons danced and those demons yelled: "tell us! what's the use?"
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| it's so easy to get lost in a sea of negativityyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.
um.
i keep trying to write blog-type thing about chicago, but i try not to post too much on the internet that is off-the-cuff. that works for some people. i'm more into infrequent, sporadic, but planned posting. so here's the ONE THING i know i want to include:
bit-city-like-things which make me very happy that are within walking distance of my apartment:
1. the egg store: it doesn't sell eggs. it sells produce. delicious, sometimes local, cheap, produce. the signs are written in three languages: chinese (for the nearby chinatown folks), spanish (for the nearby pilsen folks), and english (for the boring rest of us).
2. ed's potsticker house. chinese food. the best chinese food ever, specifically. they make their own noodles (!) and the portions are out-of-control huge. always packed at dinner time, with rarely a word of english spoken. the fried eggplant really is amazing.
3. healthy food lithuanian restaurant. who names their restaurant "healthy food?" a grandmother, that's who. i can't wait to try this place. i have heard it is fantastic.
4. the co-prosperity sphere gallery/space. they have cool things here sometimes.
5. my friend kirsten's place.
6. the red line and the orange line trains. the #8 bus. they take me anywhere.
7. two dollar stores, two junky antique shops, a thrift store, two "we're selling random crap" stores.
8. constantine's new age books. i live two stories above this. our neighbor runs it. he's a happily grouchy old dude who says things like "hey, don't wanna rock the water, man" and then laughs a lot. they sell "powerful good luck indian fast money charm" candles and stuff.
9. let's boogie records. i have never seen anyone buy anything here, but the guy who runs it is super nice. they sell random, old pop records no one would want, and then they have a bunch of collector's vinyl behind the counter that i'm guessing he sells on e-bay.
10. daley public library. it's small and outdated, and the computers are always taken, but, hey, better than no library.
11. a couple parks.
12. bernice's. this is a bar. you have to ring a doorbell to get in. the owner is always around and pretty drunk. it's a real neighborhood bar, which means everyone there is older than me and in pretty different stages of their life than i am. its still fun to go hang out in occasionally, though. you know i ain't a bar person.
13. 32nd & urban. every now and then this gallery has an opening and they serve booze and cheese and there's a ton of people. they let us borrow their corkscrew, too.
14. a little caesar's. 99 cent crazy bread is the greatest ever.
i'll probably start writing in this more. i miss everyone a lot.
ben | | comments: 5 comments or Leave a comment |
| i just sent out a massive mass email. here's a copy in case i forgot someone on the receiver list. i'm really tired, nothing personal. i leave tomorrow, finally.
howdy everybody!
i'm pretty new to this mass e-mail thing. even when i was an editor for the past year, i hated having to send staff-wide e-mails. but i won't have much computer access in the next few weeks, since i'm leaving tomorrow for guatemala.
i owe everyone a big apology for really slacking off on the communication front this past semester (year? two years? four years?) and so far this summer. things have been crazy between trying to graduate, doing band things, running the opinions page at the state press, and miscellaneous weddings, and cell phone disasters. and then, for the past two weeks, i've spent hours on hold everyday trying to get ahold of the passport people, who took almost twice as long as they said they would to get me my passport (and ended up putting the wrong birthday on it anyway).
what's news? i graduated a couple weeks ago with a bachelor's in journalism. i remember at high school graduation being really overwhelmed by a sense of hope and progression towards something great. college graduation was kind of the opposite - really underwhelming.
since going away to school, i've had my eyes opened to a lot of ugly realities - one of which was that, for a lot of my peers, having an undergraduate degree wasn't going to mean anything other than that they were able to do what they were told for four years with a minimum of effort, and, of course, that they were born with a certain degree of good fortune to be able to afford a college degree.
in the meantime, i had a weird habit of making friends with social workers, who told me heartbreaking stories about people who worked hard their whole lives who would never have the opportunities people in my graduating class turned their nose up on a regular basis.
such is life, i guess.
don't get me wrong, i think america has a lot of amazing things about it. but i'm really looking forward to spending some time in guatemala to get another perspective.
to diverge really quickly from myself, if you don't know anything about guatemala, the country emerged as one of latin america's first democracies around the middle of the 20th century. for the preceding decades, the country's land had been bought up by foreign business interests - most significantly, united fruit company, based in the united states, which owned more land than anyone else in guatemala.
in an effort to create an independent guatemalan economy, the last guatemalan president before many years of dictatorships instituted a program in which unused corporate land would be bought by the state at an appraised value and re-distributed to families to use as farm land, which would act as both a source of subsistence and create spendable income.
because the government forced foreign companies to sell their land, the government was branded as "communist," and we supported a revolution that overthrew the democratic government and instituted a dictatorship. thousands disappeared, and as recently as the 1980's, we supported one of the regimes that was responsible for open genocide on the indigenous peoples of guatemala.
now, guatemala is a democracy again, but voter participation is really low.
for once, though, i'm not going somewhere for political reasons. i'm just going to learn spanish. but i think i'm going to learn about a lot more than that... like delicious ways of cooking black beans. but it's going to be a different country to live in, to say the least.
i'm going to be updating my new blog as regularly as i have something interesting to say. you can read it at istherefalafelinguatemala.blogspot.com. corinne's is corinneinxela.blogspot.com
i've also tried to be really productive with all this dead time waiting for my passport. i recorded 18 songs (5 of them covers) and i'm gonna put them out on cd when i get back. my friend sean is helping me make copies and stuff, which is really exciting. just let me know if you'd like a copy.
so, yeah, i've rambled enough, i guess. sorry for getting all political there in the middle. my southern upbringing said that that was one of the 3 things you never talked about, but i guess getting 2 out of 3 right ain't bad.
write back!!!!!!
love
ben | | comments: 5 comments or Leave a comment |
| hey dudes. dudettes. tudes. tudettes.
new blog:
istherefalafelinguatemala.blogspot.com
god bless
b | | comments: 1 comment or Leave a comment |
| | me and alex went to safeway just now and bought some reese's variety klondike bars. they are delicious, but they were no heath variety klondike bars, letmetellyou. taylor just farted. iraq is much worse than i thought. i hate how everyone thinks there are just 3 factions. bill maher is pompous. i can't decide if i want to cover uggamugga or empire of the bear for fran's compact disc janx. i wrote a stupid pop song yesterday. everyone should come to real coachella, we are going to be playing a few new songs i'm really proud of. it's on saturday at the trunk space. i fought the law and we both kind of won. apparently the drive thru movie theater here has two-for-tuesdays, awesome. i approve. now that it is past midnight, i am officially graduating in two weeks and going to guatemala exactly a month after that. what the hell. lunch at kohinoor tomorrow with ben g. and norman. that makes me happy. i love life. i love life. i love life. | | comments: 5 comments or Leave a comment |
| 
you know that scene in the big lebowski, the one where walter pulls out a gun on someone who he thinks is cheating at bowling, and just starts bellowing, "doesn't anyone care about the rules anymore?"
i feel like that a lot. and maybe i'm just narcissistic for thinking that the stakes are higher than a few points in a bowling match.
i thought college was about critical thinking. i thought it was about training us to question the establishments of society - to respect the way things work, but to recognize that there may be flaws, that there may be ways things can be better.
it's a problem i've really struggled with for a long time. because the things and people i feel angry about - i have no way of expressing this anger in a beneficial or socially acceptable way.
get yr grades. get yr diploma. get yr stupid fucking job. raise yr ignorant fucking children. start the whole cycle all over again.
rationalize yr greed however you can. tell yrself you deserve it. tell yrself there's nothing you can do to change it. tell yrself if you don't feel anything, you must be happy. bankrupt yr morals if necessary - it probably will be.
please, pretend objectivity means dividing all issues into black and white and presenting the fucking nut jobs from each side of the coin. pretend it wasn't intended to make the papers less offensive to sell more advertisements. pretend the local news isn't already downsized into being mostly pr press packets. ("drink more red wine! coffee saves yr brain! celery cures genital warts!")
write off people who protest the use of the word "fag" or racist and sexist jokes as being too pc to understand the irony, then pretend to be indignant when hate crimes occur. write off religious people as superstitious conservatives, ignore the good work they do for the poor, then talk about how important it is to help the poor on your blog while you claim to be too tired to help them yourself.
read the celebrity magazines closer than you read the new york times or the wall street journal. distrust yr boyfriend more than you distrust yr president. complain about how long it would take to ride yr bike to school, then spend hours every day on myspace.
MOST IMPORTANTLY, BELIEVE THAT THERE IS NOTHING YOU CAN DO. THIS IS IMPORTANT. IGNORE THE DEGRADING TRUST IN AND QUALITY OF JOURNALISM AS CORPORATE OWNERSHIP HAS INCREASED AND LEGISLATION HAS LOOSENED UP. MAKE BELIEVE THAT YOU CAN AFFABLY SHRUG YOUR SHOULDERS AND SAY LITTLE THINGS MIGHT BE WRONG, BUT THAT ALL IN ALL, WE'RE DOING A-OKAY.
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sorry
this isn't constructive at all
b | | comments: 9 comments or Leave a comment |
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i understand people who want to argue about the timetable for global warming, or who want to take issue with the extent of human impact. i can at least acknowledge some gray areas there that provide leverage for a reasonable debate.
what i don't really get is the people who are vehemently offended by the idea that global warming is a reality, or that humanity is contributing to climate change.
i finally got fed up with people writing letters to the editor and responded to one with what i consider to be a factual rebuttal of the sensational global warming deniers (most notably, they like to bring up the "ice age scare" of the seventies, which was perpetuated by journalists, NOT by scientists, which is quite the opposite of what goes on now if people were actually reading media analyses and the newspapers instead of offering off-the-cuff reactions to every little story they see on global warming).
conservatives also have this funny habit of making arguments against their opponents that could be just as applicable to anyone. for example, saying that scientists now profit from supporting global warming, when the same argument could've been used against any scientific argument that EVER got grant money.
( here's the letter i wrote )
Ben Horowitz
Opinion Editor
State Press | | comments: 9 comments or Leave a comment |
| 
i finished an online quiz a lot earlier than i thought i would, and for some reason, i spent the extra time reading old livejournal entries. i really wish i'd continued the habit over the past 2 years or so. there's so much i feel like i'm forgetting.
life is a whirlwind right now, and has been for the past two years. unfortunately, unlike in the past, things feel more fragmented. there is my life with cori, there is my life in class, there is my life at school, there is my life with music, there is my life with my friends. unfortunately, it feels like the two i think are least important (you can probably guess the two) are winning the battles for time.
i'm going to miss my house a lot. A LOT. i love my room mates, even in the face of the various dramatic enactments we face. i love having alex as a surrogate twin. i love the fact that people come to our home and hear music and make new friends. i love that we might be helping people realize that music isn't just a commodity and all that hippie garbage. i love the fact that we've used our house to raise money for the the living wage campaign, food not bombs, and soon, the bike co-op. i just love seeing people come together. i love the fact that people feel comfortable just walking in whenever they are in the neighborhood. i love cooking.
i'm glad i got this weekend to relax. my perspective was getting thrown way off.
i guess we'll be reading more of each other?
love
b | | comments: 12 comments or Leave a comment |
| and i'm gonna call you connor, for seriousss
thanks for all the positive vibes via the internet. i updated my email address for this thing to one i actually use. i think i might get back into the lj swing of things.
and of course i'm going to write a big long thing about music.
We (me, jason, jon, anne, ash, jeff, and matt sandy) were up until 4 last night after spending approximately ix hours coloring, stamping, and folding inserts for a 3-way split that we (porches, hands on fire, and a technicolor yawn) are putting out for the tour. there's something really cool about working in a group, where the work itself is kind of tedious and boring, but the idea behind the work is so exciting you barely notice the time passing.
my excitement for this tour is a little dampened by my sense of responsibility, though. everyone is really stoked about going to california. and i'm worried that, as the primary planner of this week-long shindig, if things don't go well, i'll blame myself way too much. but i don't think things won't go well.
anywho. if you're free wednesday night you should come hang out with us at the modified.
hung out last night, also, on the way to the COAR graduation ceremony, with this guy who was being paid to play bass with a dude who writes his own music and then hires out a band. i had to kind of giggle silently, since porches has probably practiced a total of 3.5 hours as a 4 piece over the course of a month, and yet we feel little apprehension before shows, just excitement to play. i don't know. its weird how people treat music sometimes. | | comments: 2 comments or Leave a comment |
| occasionally i get in a really, really bad state of mind.
i think usually i'm pretty good at keeping a healthy perspective on things.
"hey, you forgot to email your article, even though it's going to cause me to have to sit around work for another hour? it's cool, dude!"
"oh, you're completely canceling our plans for no good reason? sweet, man! have fun!"
because, you know. these things aren't that big of a deal. really, they aren't. i will not remember them in a week or two, and i definitely won't lose sleep over them or anything.
and yet, on days like today, everything just fucking grates on my nerves.
i miss the endless feeling of years past. i miss the way the future seemed sure and solid, and the way i used to know, intuitively, that problems would work themselves out. i miss the assuredness that comes when you know, for sure, that life is not a zero-sum game. i miss stupid late nights at taco bell and hackneyed plans to drive somewhere with no real purpose in mind other than to fucking get away from everything else.
basically, i don't want to grow up. because growing up seems to mean that you accept some things as being static. and the only things i see being static right now are humanity's collective immature cruelty, self-absorption, and idiocy. fucking idiocy.
really, i'm just mad because i lost my cell phone.
hugs,
benjamin | | comments: 7 comments or Leave a comment |
| hey guys. i don't know if anyone from jacksonville still reads this, but if you do, you should know i will be in town this coming weekend (the 14th to the 18th). so, give me a call if you want to hang out! 480.234.1472. we'll eat delicious sea food and blow things up and maybe even watch a movie or something! friday night i am playing a show at the wacky warehouse, which is a little south of st. augustine. it'll be fun. sorry i've been a bad person when it comes to keeping in touch. and apparently connor wont' be in town until the 20th. DAMMIT!
G-d
bless
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n | | comments: 2 comments or Leave a comment |
| so, for the past two and a half weeks, i've been teaching seventh-to-ninth-graders about the book of job and "the way of man" by martin buber. i've learned some things i will now attempt to binary 1's and 0's which will then be translated back into text on the computer screen, nyeargh:
1. "the way of man" is possibly the greatest book/paper i've ever read.
2. teaching is something i can imagine myself doing, though i don't know if i could handle this age group.
3. when you treat a kid like they have a brain, it is more likely that they will really enjoy learning.
4. when a kid doesn't want to learn, s/he won't. s/he will sit with his/her head down and refuse to perk up no matter how many times you try to engage them. and maybe that's ok - i've had my share of shitty days. if i could go back, though, even when i was bored i'd try not to put my head down - it's not a good feeling you get when you see that, as a teacher.
5. being around kids this age has naturally led me to think about who i was at that age. things seemed incredibly simple to me. politics were a vague, abstract concept. when people were mean around me, i couldn't understand why, even though i understood sarcasm, and even though i wasn't the butt of an excessive number of jokes like i was earlier in my school.
6. i don't understand why the abstract concepts buber proposes regarding dialogue and intersubjective relationships are so hard for me to explain to other people, but seem so elementary to myself.
7. teaching philosophy to middle schoolers only reinforces my idea that we might all think entirely too much about our condition (i.e. THE HUMAN CONDITION) and don't spend enough time thinking about how we can improve ourselves.
this summer's been excellent, and, as usual, i'm pretty excited for the future. even though spending a few months apart from corinne will be pretty rough, the community that i feel developing even further here is like a warm blanket during a rainstorm.
God bless,
b | | comments: 2 comments or Leave a comment |
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