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This was pictures of landscapes and my truck, or just pictures of other trucks and other landscapes. I post a lot of images of maps some of which are original and some from other blogs. @MapHawk


Goodnight Philly. Goodnight EQAT. Goodnight Rising Tide. Goodnight Federal Building with the lights off inside. Goodnight Transcanada and Secretary Kerry. Goodnight Keystone XL and goodnight dirty energy. Goodnight affinity group. Goodnight to the movement. We’re escalating here tomorrow and I find it quite soothing. Goodnight Yinka Dene. Goodnight Stellat’en. Goodnight Bill McKibben. Goodnight James Hansen. Goodnight to petitions. It’s time for direct action. Goodnight Mr. President. Please hear our warning.Goodnight to all the other Philly resistors. I’ll see you in the morning!

Goodnight Philly. Goodnight EQAT. Goodnight Rising Tide. 
Goodnight Federal Building with the lights off inside. 
Goodnight Transcanada and Secretary Kerry. 
Goodnight Keystone XL and goodnight dirty energy. 
Goodnight affinity group. Goodnight to the movement. 
We’re escalating here tomorrow and I find it quite soothing. 
Goodnight Yinka Dene. Goodnight Stellat’en. 
Goodnight Bill McKibben. Goodnight James Hansen. 
Goodnight to petitions. It’s time for direct action. 
Goodnight Mr. President. Please hear our warning.
Goodnight to all the other Philly resistors. 
I’ll see you in the morning!

new track from Lil’ Moss

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zazoooooo:

EARTH FIRST! IN THE TREES TO STOP ANADARKO’S PLAN TO DRILL IN LOYALSOCKAs of the morning of September 13th, Marcellus Shale Earth First! has deployed a tree-sit in the Loyalsock State Forest. Treesitting is an earth first! tactic in which a person(s) lives in the trees to prevent them from being cut. Tree-Sitting has been used successfully to shut down logging of ancient forests for months, even years, at a time.Below is the sitters personal statement:I am currently occupying space, here in the tree canopy of the loyalsock state forest. At the last (and only) DCNR “public” hearing Marcellus Shale Earth First! called out the complicit members of the Department of Conservation and Natural Resources. For those not in attendance, members of MSEF! publicly notified the DCNR of our commitment to be in the forest when the trucks rolled in. If this is being released it is because we are making good on that promise. I have been privileged to spend time in this last remaining wild place. Late at night along the Old Loggers path I made up my mind with the help of an owls serenade. I am embarking on this fight to win. I promise to defend the loyalsock, disrupt Anadarko, and fight their ecocidal practices, I vow to fight disturbance and destruction in the loyalsock at the hands of the fracking industry. I also promise to stand with my fellow Earth First!ers to stop industries attempting to poison the planet and its inhabatance. We will be on the ground and in the trees in force. Let us not forget what is at stake here: Thousands of acres of beautiful forest, watersheds of several exceptional streams and habitat for federally recognized threatened and soon to be threatened wildlife. The line in the sand has been drawn under this tree sit! I am not asking the DCNR and Anadarko nicely any more. They are preoccupied in boardrooms and business meetings planning on the next place they will destroy for profit. Defend the Loyalsock at all cost. You have our undivided attention and that is bad luck for you.Love and rage,Hellbender!

Please donate!  There is no better place to put your hard-earned dollars than into the action fund of a spartan vegan civl disobedience campaign.  We will stop Anadarko. http://bit.ly/18YafaC

zazoooooo:

EARTH FIRST! IN THE TREES TO STOP ANADARKO’S PLAN TO DRILL IN LOYALSOCK

As of the morning of September 13th, Marcellus Shale Earth First! has deployed a tree-sit in the Loyalsock State Forest. Treesitting is an earth first! tactic in which a person(s) lives in the trees to prevent them from being cut. Tree-Sitting has been used successfully to shut down logging of ancient forests for months, even years, at a time.

Below is the sitters personal statement:

I am currently occupying space, here in the tree canopy of the loyalsock state forest. At the last (and only) DCNR “public” hearing Marcellus Shale Earth First! called out the complicit members of the Department of Conservation and Natural Resources. For those not in attendance, members of MSEF! publicly notified the DCNR of our commitment to be in the forest when the trucks rolled in. If this is being released it is because we are making good on that promise. I have been privileged to spend time in this last remaining wild place. Late at night along the Old Loggers path I made up my mind with the help of an owls serenade. I am embarking on this fight to win. I promise to defend the loyalsock, disrupt Anadarko, and fight their ecocidal practices, I vow to fight disturbance and destruction in the loyalsock at the hands of the fracking industry. I also promise to stand with my fellow Earth First!ers to stop industries attempting to poison the planet and its inhabatance. We will be on the ground and in the trees in force. Let us not forget what is at stake here: Thousands of acres of beautiful forest, watersheds of several exceptional streams and habitat for federally recognized threatened and soon to be threatened wildlife. The line in the sand has been drawn under this tree sit! I am not asking the DCNR and Anadarko nicely any more. They are preoccupied in boardrooms and business meetings planning on the next place they will destroy for profit. Defend the Loyalsock at all cost. You have our undivided attention and that is bad luck for you.

Love and rage,

Hellbender!

Please donate!  There is no better place to put your hard-earned dollars than into the action fund of a spartan vegan civl disobedience campaign.  We will stop Anadarko. http://bit.ly/18YafaC

The Mighty Hunter

The Air Guitar

The Lion King

The Mother Mary

matriarchy now.

BREAKING NEWS: American Family Association Director Bryan Fischer Does Not Deny, Sort Of Confirms Having Sodomite Urges

Fischer told reporters that after regularly scheduled mating to produce their children, he always turned to his help-meet and said “thanks for keeping me straight.” He later said he would no longer be taking questions about his opposition to gay marriage after this radio appearance. When asked for clarification he responded only “when I said gay marriage would affect society, what I meant was I fear and loathe myself.” 

thatnigeriankid:

I/O (Ayo Olatunji) - Fast/Freetimes

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usaisamonster on Flickr.1. Sitting Bull 2. Leonard Peltier 3. Geronimo. Can any rad internet friends help ID the rest?

usaisamonster on Flickr.

1. Sitting Bull 2. Leonard Peltier 3. Geronimo. Can any rad internet friends help ID the rest?

Ancient moon priestesses were called virgins. ‘Virgin’ meant not married, not belong to a man-a woman who was ‘one-in-herself.’ The very word derives from a Latin root meaning strength, force, skill; and was later applied to men: virle. Ishtar, Diana, Astarte, Isis were all all called virgin, which did not refer to sexual chasity, but sexual independence. And all great culture heroes of the past…, mythic or historic, were said to be born of virgin mothers: Marduk, Gilgamesh, Buddha, Osiris, Dionysus, Genghis Khan, Jesus-they were all affirmed as sons of the Great Mother, of the Original One, their worldly power deriving from her. When the Hebrews used the word, and in the original Aramatic, it meant ‘maiden’ or ‘young woman’, with no connotations to sexual chasity. But later Christian translators could not conceive of the ‘Virgin Mary’ as a woman of independent sexuality, needless to say; they distorted the meaning into sexually pure, chaste, never touched. When Joan of Arc, with her witch coven associations, was called La Pucelle-‘the Maiden,’ ‘the Virgin’ - the word retained some of its original pagan sense of a strong and independent woman. The Moon Goddess was worshipped in orgiastic rites, being the divinity of matriarchal women free to take as many lovers as they choose. Women could ‘surrender’ themselves to the Goddess by making love to a stranger in her temple.
— Monica Sjoo and Barbara Mor, The Great Cosmic Mother - Rediscovering the Religion of the Earth [via] (via pushinghoopswithsticks)

(Source: rabbitinthemoon)

"Indeed, what we see is a repetition of large-scale and systematic destruction of human life in Europe, Africa and Asia, even as earnest symposia on the Holocaust and its lessons take place within earshot of these more recent genocides."

Yom HaShoah

For Yom HaShoah let me say publicly, as a Diaspora Jew, that I do not think there is anything historically unique about the Nazi’s systematic slaughter of Jews (and homosexuals, gypsies, Catholics etc.)  There have been many holocausts, and unfortunately there will be many more.  If there is anything historically unique about what happened during the Third Reich it was that white people were killing other white people.

If Judaism is a race, let me say I do not value a life greater because we share a racialization.  If Judaism is a religion, let me say I do not value a life greater because we pray in the same language. When do we memorialize the Delaware tribes’ genocide that founded this fair city? When do we love all tribes as our own?

Queerness, to me, is about far more than homosexual attraction. It’s about a willingness to see all other taboos broken down. Sure, many of us start on this path when we first feel “same sex” or “same gender” attraction (though what is sex? And what is gender? And does anyone really have the same sex or gender as anyone else?). But queerness doesn’t stop there.
This is a somewhat controversial stance, but to me queer means something completely different than “gay” or “lesbian” or “bisexual.” A queer person is usually someone who has come to a non-binary view of gender, who recognizes the validity of all trans identities, and who, given this understanding of infinite gender possibilities, finds it hard to define their sexuality any longer in a gender-based way. Queer people understand and support non-monogamy even if they do not engage in it themselves. They can grok being asexual or aromantic. (What does sex have to do with love, or love with sex, necessarily?) A queer can view promiscuous (protected) public bathhouse sex with strangers and complete abstinence as equally healthy.
Queers understand that people have different relationships to their bodies. We get what it means to be stone. We know what body dysphoria is about. We understand that not everyone likes to get touched the same way or to get touched at all. We realize that people with disabilities may have different sexual needs, and that people with survivor histories often have sexual triggers. We can negotiate safe and creative ways to be intimate with people with HIV/AIDs and other STIs.
Queers understand the range of power and sensation and the diversity of sexual dynamics. We are tops and bottoms, doms and subs, sadists and masochists and sadomasochists, versatiles and switches. We know what we like and don’t like in bed.
We embrace a wide range of relationship types. We can be partners, lovers, friends with benefits, platonic sweethearts, chosen family. We can have very different dynamics with different people, often all at once. We don’t expect one person to be able to fulfill all our diverse needs, fantasies and ideals indefinitely.
Because our views on relationships, sex, gender, love, bodies, and family are so unconventional, we are of necessity anti-assimilationist. Because under the kyriarchy we suffer, and watch the people we love suffering, we are political. Because we want to survive, we fight. We only want the freedom to be ourselves, love ourselves, love each other, and live together. Because we are routinely denied that, we are pissed.
Queer doesn’t mean “don’t label me,” it means “I am naming myself.” It means “ask me more questions if you’re curious” and in the same breath means “fuck off.”
scumblebee:

The problem with my body is these curves, they’re not going anywhere, I will always look like this. And the other problem is that I like it, I like the fluid lines, from the way my hips slide out from under my waist to the graceful concave dip of the small of my back, I like it.
The problem with those problems is that those shapes are heavily gendered. There is no passing as nonbinary, and not necessarily a desire to pass if it means dressing in a way to compromise, disguise the way my body flows. But to accept the shape of it feels like accepting the burden of a gender I want to reject.
So what are the rules? If my gender can’t be performed like the way my peers do, if I want to wear soft cotton that drapes and reveals shapes that I’m not supposed to embrace, what does that make me? Because when I stuff myself like a sausage into pants and shirts with straight lines, I feel like I look like a bloated butch and more importantly I don’t feel like I look like myself. I cut all my hair off and when I look in the mirror I want to cry. I’m disgusted by my appearance, consistently, constantly, and I don’t know what to do to fix it but to go back to what makes me feel comfortable in my own skin.
So, given that I’m not interested in outwardly blurring the lines between genders, I’m not going to shave my head or grow a mustache, where does that categorize me? Because I’m pretty sure it just codes me as a cis woman, and to even include myself in any trans* narrative would be an oppressive appropriation of space.
I guess I am the most frustrated with gender, in general, because I want to live outside of it so badly, but my desires for the way I present my body are all feminine in characterization. I want my long hair back; it makes me feel safe, hidden. Short hair makes me feel like an exposed nerve, like my disgusting face is barely framed, exposed. I want to wear clothes that flow and cling and drape. They’re comforting. The swish of long skirts or the embrace of a well-cut shirt, forming to the dips in my sides rather than hanging flat off of them, that feels right, like my clothes are caressing my body, a loving touch rather than a restricting bind or a loose graze, uninterested.
I haven’t taken many photos of myself lately because I hate what I see. I don’t know what to change to make it better, but I know I don’t want to change the shape of this body I’m in (other than to make it smaller, and smaller, until I disappear, maybe, probably, hopefully).
There’s this constant battle of “but I don’t want to be a girl” and the inevitable answer, “you are being a girl.” I didn’t know until so recently that not being a girl or a boy was even an option, and it’s been such a beautiful process to connect with so many people who feel like I feel, but I don’t perform like they do. I’m not sure how to not be a girl the right way. I’m not sure I can not be a girl at all.

This has been sitting on a browser tab forever and I keep re-reading it because it brings up so many feelings and thoughts.  I don’t know Aria, but I feel stuck in a kinda similar place (our different identifies and experiences aside).  I’ve been here since 1984.  I was born a boy to a single lesbian lady and was raised by my mom and her partners.  I have a known donor, although he never had anything to do with raising me.  He definitely never had sex or a relationship with my mom.  I’m not sure exactly how he would identify, although I think the word “queer” is pretty much perfect.  Shit, he’s one of the founders of Short Mountain.   
But, being raised by women with no real male role models I still always knew that I was gonna be male, a boy and definitely wanted to be a man (a privilege I have).  I didn’t know anything about trans stuff, but I knew I wasn’t a girl. At the same time, I loved to have long hair and necklaces and bracelets.  I used to actually wear a rainbow choker in lower school but at the same time I was certain I didn’t know how not to be a boy.  If it’s not obvious to the reader in 2013 how the choker, hair and gender were in conflict, let me tell you it was obvious to the viewer in 1992.  I was short and skinny and thought of myself as androgynous at the time.  As soon as I was old enough to take myself to the men’s room I was arguing with dads who were trying to kick me out.  I was doing some cool genderqueer stuff when I was a kid.  
Adolescence literally beat this out of me, and my sexuality confused whatever else was left.  I was still growing up in a patriarchy outside the home, and it turns out I like sex just like other people.  So, my pretty straight sexual attraction to the feminine also made me engender more masculinity to try work the binary.  I had a penis so I thought I wasn’t going to be able to date any lesbians … I needed to try to figure out what kind of presentation femme women wanted.  By the time I was actually going through my very late puberty in the early 2000’s I was bear-hugging whatever male dude privilege shit I could scrounge together.  
Now, I want to move backwards in so many ways.  I also know that I love this very male body that I grew into with my muscles and my height and my shaved head and my deep voice.  I also know that much of why I like it is because it keeps me safe and gets me space.  I was waiting for it for so long, but now that it’s here sometimes I want it to disappear.  Is this cis guilt?  Am I at least starting to be able to speak more constructively about my male privilege?
I am looking at what I think is a big personal essay on a tiny Tumblr edit screen.  I will come back and edit this later.
One thing I’m adding a day later … 
Aria speaks about trying to insert herself into a trans narrative as an oppressive use of space.  These days I am lucky enough to be in some radical circles where people ask you what your preferred gender pronoun.  I want to say “they!”  But, I have grown to code so clearly as cis-male that it seems like I’m taking up space to do this …

scumblebee:

The problem with my body is these curves, they’re not going anywhere, I will always look like this. And the other problem is that I like it, I like the fluid lines, from the way my hips slide out from under my waist to the graceful concave dip of the small of my back, I like it.

The problem with those problems is that those shapes are heavily gendered. There is no passing as nonbinary, and not necessarily a desire to pass if it means dressing in a way to compromise, disguise the way my body flows. But to accept the shape of it feels like accepting the burden of a gender I want to reject.

So what are the rules? If my gender can’t be performed like the way my peers do, if I want to wear soft cotton that drapes and reveals shapes that I’m not supposed to embrace, what does that make me? Because when I stuff myself like a sausage into pants and shirts with straight lines, I feel like I look like a bloated butch and more importantly I don’t feel like I look like myself. I cut all my hair off and when I look in the mirror I want to cry. I’m disgusted by my appearance, consistently, constantly, and I don’t know what to do to fix it but to go back to what makes me feel comfortable in my own skin.

So, given that I’m not interested in outwardly blurring the lines between genders, I’m not going to shave my head or grow a mustache, where does that categorize me? Because I’m pretty sure it just codes me as a cis woman, and to even include myself in any trans* narrative would be an oppressive appropriation of space.

I guess I am the most frustrated with gender, in general, because I want to live outside of it so badly, but my desires for the way I present my body are all feminine in characterization. I want my long hair back; it makes me feel safe, hidden. Short hair makes me feel like an exposed nerve, like my disgusting face is barely framed, exposed. I want to wear clothes that flow and cling and drape. They’re comforting. The swish of long skirts or the embrace of a well-cut shirt, forming to the dips in my sides rather than hanging flat off of them, that feels right, like my clothes are caressing my body, a loving touch rather than a restricting bind or a loose graze, uninterested.

I haven’t taken many photos of myself lately because I hate what I see. I don’t know what to change to make it better, but I know I don’t want to change the shape of this body I’m in (other than to make it smaller, and smaller, until I disappear, maybe, probably, hopefully).

There’s this constant battle of “but I don’t want to be a girl” and the inevitable answer, “you are being a girl.” I didn’t know until so recently that not being a girl or a boy was even an option, and it’s been such a beautiful process to connect with so many people who feel like I feel, but I don’t perform like they do. I’m not sure how to not be a girl the right way. I’m not sure I can not be a girl at all.

This has been sitting on a browser tab forever and I keep re-reading it because it brings up so many feelings and thoughts.  I don’t know Aria, but I feel stuck in a kinda similar place (our different identifies and experiences aside).  I’ve been here since 1984.  I was born a boy to a single lesbian lady and was raised by my mom and her partners.  I have a known donor, although he never had anything to do with raising me.  He definitely never had sex or a relationship with my mom.  I’m not sure exactly how he would identify, although I think the word “queer” is pretty much perfect.  Shit, he’s one of the founders of Short Mountain.  

But, being raised by women with no real male role models I still always knew that I was gonna be male, a boy and definitely wanted to be a man (a privilege I have).  I didn’t know anything about trans stuff, but I knew I wasn’t a girl. At the same time, I loved to have long hair and necklaces and bracelets.  I used to actually wear a rainbow choker in lower school but at the same time I was certain I didn’t know how not to be a boy.  If it’s not obvious to the reader in 2013 how the choker, hair and gender were in conflict, let me tell you it was obvious to the viewer in 1992.  I was short and skinny and thought of myself as androgynous at the time.  As soon as I was old enough to take myself to the men’s room I was arguing with dads who were trying to kick me out.  I was doing some cool genderqueer stuff when I was a kid.  

Adolescence literally beat this out of me, and my sexuality confused whatever else was left.  I was still growing up in a patriarchy outside the home, and it turns out I like sex just like other people.  So, my pretty straight sexual attraction to the feminine also made me engender more masculinity to try work the binary.  I had a penis so I thought I wasn’t going to be able to date any lesbians … I needed to try to figure out what kind of presentation femme women wanted.  By the time I was actually going through my very late puberty in the early 2000’s I was bear-hugging whatever male dude privilege shit I could scrounge together.  

Now, I want to move backwards in so many ways.  I also know that I love this very male body that I grew into with my muscles and my height and my shaved head and my deep voice.  I also know that much of why I like it is because it keeps me safe and gets me space.  I was waiting for it for so long, but now that it’s here sometimes I want it to disappear.  Is this cis guilt?  Am I at least starting to be able to speak more constructively about my male privilege?

I am looking at what I think is a big personal essay on a tiny Tumblr edit screen.  I will come back and edit this later.

One thing I’m adding a day later … 

Aria speaks about trying to insert herself into a trans narrative as an oppressive use of space.  These days I am lucky enough to be in some radical circles where people ask you what your preferred gender pronoun.  I want to say “they!”  But, I have grown to code so clearly as cis-male that it seems like I’m taking up space to do this …

The law locks up the man or woman who steals the goose from off the common

But leaves the greater villain loose who steals the common from the goose.

The law demands that we atone when we take things we do not own

But leaves the lords and ladies fine who take things that are yours and mine.

The law locks up the man or woman who steals the goose from off the common

And geese will still a common lack ‘til they go and steal it back!

If you haven’t read Paolo Soleri’s Arcology I highly recommend it.  Basically everything sci-fi urban design representation since it was published has been a rip off.

If you haven’t read Paolo Soleri’s Arcology I highly recommend it.  Basically everything sci-fi urban design representation since it was published has been a rip off.