i'm not citing shit and i'm not bringing receipts but we have the best in-character bot-like-but-not-bot accounts in the fediverse who will absolutely break character to share love and comfort when times are particularly hard. that's community shit right there. fuckin love it. hell yeah, y'all anonymous folk runnin those accounts. much love.
i sent this devon price piece to a friend who has expressed stuff like this (i think archive .is is back up if you don't substack)
Dr. Devon Price - How Do I Become Less Obedient?
https://substack.com/@drdevonprice/p-137545860
I know that for anarchists and sociologists society gets in everywhere, but the tow lot is a very interesting study.
Nearly everyone there is mad as hell because they have to pay for a service they didn't want. Is the tow lot's clerk, who has to tell people about their fines and fees, and who grants or refuses access to the vehicle, a cop? Or is it just a necessary function to make sure the tow workers are paid for clearing private property left in the public way?
When I tell people to try Linux I literally never mean "go all linux everything"
What I DO mean is dig an old laptop out of the cupboard that runs slow because it's on Windows 7 and spend a saturday putting linux on there so that you can actually use it again. A lot of the value of Linux is that it runs REAL fast on old hardware and can be a really great tool to cutting down on e-waste because it gives things that are long past their commercial viability a second life
(Most of their furniture is now cardboard honeycomb structure internally. The same is true for much of their in-box padding)
The dream of a p2p web is not just a technical one, or a political one, but an ecological and aesthetic dream where the thicket of digital reality can grow deep and live long and mutate and create and break without eternal catastrophe of capture by financial tyrants. Where there can truly be a digital reality where people and objects can tangle together and degrade and be renewed
The most beautiful lost digital culture I know of is the archival scene on what cd. Where people had constructed a society of preserving individual digitizations of physical records in full fidelity, the living membrane between people, sounds, objects, and culture
Designing beautiful degradation into a file format, not mimicking analog glitches but representing true digital glitches as a memory of an object. No format has dared having an aesthetic history of use
Forbidden thoughts you can't say
The conflicts between cops and antifas here feel a bit like a game. A type of rugby, I suppose. If nothing happens until late into the protest someone will probably start something just because. I mean you went all the way up there, put on riot gear / black block, brought even an abused police horse / pyros, are you going to what, just go home quietly and not use any of your toys?
I mean it's not like the cop is going to grab me under a bridge, put me in a car trunk, bring me to a cemetery with other cops, draw their guns movie-like and tell me: "run". It's not like I am going to track the name and address of the cop, stalk his routine, get up to his car in a traffic jam at 9am in broad daylight with a shotgun and blow his brains on the spot. That's how they played cops and robbers back in latinomérica. Who wants to live like that?
I remember Lützerath moments before the eviction, everybody was so utterly terrified that somebody else was going to throw stones at cops. Nobody was planning to throw stones at cops, but some people wanted to philosophically defend the validity of throwing stones at cops. Others debated hotly on escalation to all without consent. This seemed to be the #1 topic of the emergency plenums. The fear that shit gets real.
The first time I was kesseled and kept on a sidewalk for 12 hours straight, I was let go past midnight and when the final bureaucracy cop filed the papers and declared me banned from the city for the rest of the weekend--there was some undertone of, how can I say this? Actors saying goodbye after a play? I kept having this intrusive thought of that Looney Tunes cartoon, the one with the wolf and the sheepdog. You know that one? Ralph and Sam? They spend the entire episode with the wolf trying to steal sheep, and the sheepdog beating him up for it. Suddenly a factory horn signals the end of the workday. They stop mid-beating, dust off their fur, and calmly head to an old-fashioned punching clock. "See you tomorrow, Ralph." "Goodbye, Sam." They get into their cars, drive to their homes. Fade out. Cheery tune. "That's all, folks."
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Strong views about abolishing oppression, hierarchy, agency, and self-governance - but I also trust people by default and give them room to grow, unless they give me reason not to. That all also applies to technology and how it's built.