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Apr. 17th, 2006 10:23 pmHaving just watched The Weather Underground with ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
wooisme, I feel very much the same way Mark Rudd did in the sentiments he expressed at the end of the documentary. I have this knowledge about what my country is and what its doing. I disagree with my country, strongly, on a very many things. I have a passionate desire to do something to change that. But I don't know what.
What do you think? Do you sign petitions? Do you attend protests? Do you write letters to your elected representatives? Do you post flyers or hand out leaflets? Do you contribute money to the ACLU or the EFF? Do you take an active part in any organizations that organize activism? What are you doing to make a difference? And do you feel, in the end, like it matters; like you're somehow making a difference?
If you have a chance to see The Weather Underground, or even if you don't, you might like to read this. It is some of Mark's thoughts, specifically on the documentary, but more generally on why he took part in violent revolution and ultimately decided that its the wrong path.
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On a less serious note, I've been having way too much dorky fun with Google Earth. If you haven't played with the program yet, it's definitely worth a try. I've been going to various places like my current and previous residences, my previous place of employment, and the big abandoned building in Detroit that I snuck into. I'm fascinated by the community feature that lets you download lists of placemarks that other people have compiled. I have a listing of every operating velodrome in the United States, every major place that Phileas Fogg stopped at on his journey around the world, and nearly every publicly viewable web cam in the world, and those are just the ones that I've happened to bump into that piqued my interest. You can get lost in this.
Oh,serinthia, wooisme and I stopped by your apartment-to-be last weekend. It looks pretty nice. There seem to be two apartment buildings right next to each other, and they're relatively small ones, so it didn't look to me like a typical apartment complex, but that's not a bad thing. The neighborhood is nice too. You're not that far from a place that I used to house-sit some years ago for some people I knew from the theatre. I marked the place in Google Earth too, 'cause I'm a dork that way.
Easter dinner at my aunt and uncle's house was a very good time. My grandparents have finally sold their house (which never felt like home to me the same way their farm did anyway) and moved into an addition on my aunt and uncle's place which has thereby gone from 'huge' to 'cavernous'. I feel really bad that I don't see my extended family more, so it was really good to do so. My cousins and one of my aunts are all playing DDR, so I'm bringing the Cobalt Flux pad next time we go over there.
I suppose that's about it. I have to reply to something inedbook's journal about whether photographers should be accorded more rights than other people when it comes to willfully entering off-limits areas (a subject near and dear to my heart, even if I have somewhat mixed feelings on it), and then I need to go lay down with my sweetie.
'Till later.
wooisme, I feel very much the same way Mark Rudd did in the sentiments he expressed at the end of the documentary. I have this knowledge about what my country is and what its doing. I disagree with my country, strongly, on a very many things. I have a passionate desire to do something to change that. But I don't know what. What do you think? Do you sign petitions? Do you attend protests? Do you write letters to your elected representatives? Do you post flyers or hand out leaflets? Do you contribute money to the ACLU or the EFF? Do you take an active part in any organizations that organize activism? What are you doing to make a difference? And do you feel, in the end, like it matters; like you're somehow making a difference?
If you have a chance to see The Weather Underground, or even if you don't, you might like to read this. It is some of Mark's thoughts, specifically on the documentary, but more generally on why he took part in violent revolution and ultimately decided that its the wrong path.
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On a less serious note, I've been having way too much dorky fun with Google Earth. If you haven't played with the program yet, it's definitely worth a try. I've been going to various places like my current and previous residences, my previous place of employment, and the big abandoned building in Detroit that I snuck into. I'm fascinated by the community feature that lets you download lists of placemarks that other people have compiled. I have a listing of every operating velodrome in the United States, every major place that Phileas Fogg stopped at on his journey around the world, and nearly every publicly viewable web cam in the world, and those are just the ones that I've happened to bump into that piqued my interest. You can get lost in this.
Oh,
serinthia, wooisme and I stopped by your apartment-to-be last weekend. It looks pretty nice. There seem to be two apartment buildings right next to each other, and they're relatively small ones, so it didn't look to me like a typical apartment complex, but that's not a bad thing. The neighborhood is nice too. You're not that far from a place that I used to house-sit some years ago for some people I knew from the theatre. I marked the place in Google Earth too, 'cause I'm a dork that way. Easter dinner at my aunt and uncle's house was a very good time. My grandparents have finally sold their house (which never felt like home to me the same way their farm did anyway) and moved into an addition on my aunt and uncle's place which has thereby gone from 'huge' to 'cavernous'. I feel really bad that I don't see my extended family more, so it was really good to do so. My cousins and one of my aunts are all playing DDR, so I'm bringing the Cobalt Flux pad next time we go over there.
I suppose that's about it. I have to reply to something in
edbook's journal about whether photographers should be accorded more rights than other people when it comes to willfully entering off-limits areas (a subject near and dear to my heart, even if I have somewhat mixed feelings on it), and then I need to go lay down with my sweetie.'Till later.
