Hey - we paid our rent - and that includes broadband. We good to go for a few more weeks in our bloomberg free zone. We sold everything - and so we might make even make it through the winter. We holding the ground!  yea!  With an oceanview! ...and a few fleas.

        Activism here continues at the usual snails pace. One voice, one post, one teachable moment at a time: What we were, what we were not, and what we are. Three topics we all need to discuss. I have been trained to believe that history is fluid not fixed. Fixing history is not the historians job; teasing out truth from  data, myth and legend  is.

       The past is contested - and can be a dangerous place to make noise in. This activist - a die hard Zinn fan, is a historian for one reason: I wanted to know how things got so screwed up when I was a kid.  One thing I learned that all activists need to know is that - now is bad, but the past has been worse, much worse.

          Anger is not activism - anger is a poison. Greed and Delusion are not useful components of   acitivism either. Activism, sustainable activism, is a practice, and a commitment to truth.  Managing ones own poisons is hard enough - impossible almost. But most of the worlds problems that are human born could be solved if we simply fixed our own brains. Slow activism -  involves lots of introspection. I get it wrong all the time, and have to remind myself that I have won a few over the decades.

           So Occupy 'merika goes on. Stringing teachable moments into change. One day at a time. First I listened to the idea that caused my introspection: if i could fix myself, and everyone fixed themselves - the world would heal itself. My anger subsided. I got a decent grip on greed and delusion, and then my life changed. I have not fixed myself - or the world, but I am not as broken as I was. And not as angry.

            I am rooting for justice, freedom and health care for all. I like to think we all are. Slow activism is pretty dull, but its the best I can do. I am here and I occupy 'merika, a place that came close to being free and just. I was there. I remember it - and the future looked good. Heh.