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"Just Food" Book Discussion

A group dedicated to exploring the ethical theory behind animal rights as written by philosophers, scientists, activists and others.
Saturday, January 28th @ 1:00pm -

Firestorm Cafe & Books (Asheville, NC)

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Letter to the Undead of Geekdom

Remember when geeking out over something meant giving a damn unashamedly? Remember scrunching up our brows and trying to find the part of our brain that would make the paper move? We didn’t want to be Jedi because it would be cool, we wanted to be Jedi because we wanted to be capable of things that mattered. Caring about stuff just came easier to us. Every kid watches cartoons, but we were the ones who obsessed. We memorized fact upon fact because it just might matter, because our caring was overflowing our little hearts and it needed to go somewhere. Back when we sunk into books and computer games to storm castles and flood cities we weren’t numbing ourselves, we were straining at the bounds of our childhood realities, looking for adventure and relevance. We were geeks, outcasts, misfits because embedded in our character, constantly reemerging at the seams of our lives, was a penchant for passion.

Do you remember in the second grade when we spent weeks learning cryptography and trying to invent our own algorithms after we read that book on the Beale ciphers?  And I got beat up standing up for a friend and the principal fainted at the sight of all the blood puddling in the hallway and I was certain I was going to die so I made some school administrator solemnly promise to tell one of my code-breakers I loved her. That audacious awkwardness–that refusal to temper oneself for propriety–was the essence of geeky.

So, yes, these days I’m bored to death with the stale social dynamics of game night and can’t conjure any interest in your latest pastime, whether its expensive Warhammer 50K miniatures or foodie excursions where you cosplay at being hipsters. Over the years I’ve gradually stopped collecting, stopped watching, stopped memorizing, stopped playing, stopped lining up, stopped participating and then stopped coming altogether. You look at me like I’ve turned into some kind of alien, but frankly it’s you I can’t recognize anymore.

Do these things really still fill you with passion? Do you turn to them because there isn’t enough in the rest of the world to satiate you or did you give up the spirit somewhere along the way? Because it looks like you’re just going through the motions. Collecting new injokes and references isomorphic to the old ones. Stocking your shelves with the best this and the latest that. I hate this new self-proclaimed ‘geekdom’, one of sterile upper-middle-class lives defined by esoteric consumerist habits, of aloof cynicism and self-conscious inanity. What happened to the hackers? What happened to the boundary pushers, the screaming rage and starry-eyes? What happened to all the give-a-damn that used to define us?

Do you just save it to hand out as haughty bite-sized opinions at dinner parties?

I mean, I get it. I understand. In the end you were poisoned. You were handed this abstract ‘thing’ called adulthood and while you hugged your hard-won badges of identity close you ended up losing track of the forest for the trees. You applied our usual technique; you obsessed over the rules. But in the framework in which they were presented to you. And now you’re trapped in a world at that resolution. Choked off from almost anything deeper or greater.

Debate was such an amazing shortcut to intimacy. All you had to do was pick a fight and suddenly people would be honest, would care! But alienation gave rise to elitism and combativeness developed callouses. And now you’re wrapped in both. With pet opinions and pet specialties, tagged and stored on a shelf to thrust in the faces of guests, but no meaningful motivation. No drive save retreat and distraction.

You’re alone, nobody understands you, so might as well prove it to them by beating them all at the game. At memorizing feminist buzzwords; at clearing the top raid content; at networking with other programmers; at being the queen bee of your little circle; at never being surprised by electoral developments; at ruling the rope-suspension scene; at knowing b-movie trivia; at keeping a upper-tier house and an upper-tier job. It’s all a long fading scream. The impotent after-image of real passion.

We graduated, we got our real life Jedi mind tricks, and the entire world is before us on such epic scale, with stakes to be found in every day as to put any fiction to pale. But it’s never been cool to truly give a damn. And with hardly any turbulence you’ve swung round to embrace that. You’ve built a new life out of the artifacts of a childhood spent pushing in the opposite direction entirely.

You deride me as ‘too cool’ because I’d rather quest to slay neoliberalism than polygon dragons, but those words come out sounding precisely the opposite. I’m not interested in the same things you are. That happens sometimes. But it’s sad to hear that tone from you.  It’s sad to watch you recoil at any unabashed sincerity, seriousness or meaning. To flinch away not from the content of a voice but from its radicalism or ungainly passion. Can you really be said to ‘geek out’ about anything anymore?


Ulla Meinecke ;o*

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Food Not Bombs-Las Vegas Documentary

Please enjoy this wonderful documentary done by Michael Zayas

Food Not Bombs - Las Vegas from Michael Zayas on Vimeo.

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Food Not Bombs – Las Vegas First Friday Jan. 6th 2012

Food Not Bombs will have a booth at First Friday. Please stop by, we have pins, t-shirts, art and much more.

What is First Friday Las Vegas? First Friday is a celebration of art the way art should be appreciated. It’s a community event where all are welcome and encouraged to appreciate the artists of Las Vegas and the creative energy this city has to offer. You’ll find art, live music, food, shopping, and good times.There is no better example of culture and community in Las Vegas than First Friday – from 5pm until 11pm (Winter Hours January – March) the first Friday of each and every month! Where is First Friday Las Vegas? First Friday is celebrated all over Downtown Las Vegas, but officially FF juried art fairs are primarily located in two areas at this time. Casino Center and Colorado St, in the middle of the Arts District

Omar Ibrahim March 26th Anti-Cuts Prisoner Blog – 2nd January 2012

bangedupforprotesting Omar Ibrahim March 26th Anti-Cuts Prisoner Blog Not A Sick Society: A Sick State – 2nd January 2012 Comparing how States deal with dissent This article was submitted to national prison magazine Not Shut Up.  The editor approved it for … Continue reading

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Pineapples From Space

More juvenilia: The Elemen Transaction and Ill-Starred Romance (two odd little things, not stories exactly – both age 12).

Ron Paul’s newsletters, or, an elaboration on "What did you expect?"

Which was the one sentence answer I gave when the revelations came out. As always, the content of the newsletters is offensive and not good, but it's entertaining how many folks are shocked, shocked, by the content. They don't seem to be aware how the right wing media environment we've lived in for the past, oh, twenty or so years, really is. Virtually every day I see posts about outrageous things that Rush Limbaugh, and before he went off the air, Glenn Beck, has said. Paul exists within the same context, and as I look at the timeline of some of his worst newsletters, at the time he was far from alone in these sentiments. After all, the Los Angeles riots happened in '92, just four years after Bush Sr. authorized the Willy Horton ad suggesting that Michael Dukakis instituted a policy allowing black criminals back out on the streets to rape white women. It's all bad, but folks act like their virgin ears have never heard Republican figures make crass, racist statements before, and that doesn't jibe with obvious, day to day, experience.

The difference between the other Republican candidates, who aren't falling over themselves to denounce Rush Limbaugh, and Paul is that he put (or allowed to be put) these opinions on the record instead of sharing them in private. I don't believe for a second that either Romney or Perry are really, deeply, righteously, outraged by similar sentiments.

An update from Eddie Conway, author of Marshall Law

We just received this letter from our author and comrade, Marshall “Eddie” Conway, currently serving a life sentence in a Maryland prison for a crime he didn’t commit. As ever, his spirits remain high, and his work is an inspiration to activists and organizers both beyond and inside the prison walls. And, there’s hope on the horizon – Eddie is in the midst of a parole appeal. Read on for an update on his case, and on how you can lend support. And, if you haven’t read Eddie’s autobiography, Marshall Law: The Life and Times of a Baltimore Black Panther, we highly recommend it – it’s one of our top sellers for 2011!


Revolutionary Greetings, to all my family, friends, and supporters. The last few months have been a very busy time for me. I am very happy to report that some progress has been made in several areas. The best news to date is the progress with my parole situation. Since my last update letter, my lawyer filed a request for a parole hearing for me. I had the hearing on November 30, 2011. I met with two commissioners and they decided to advance my case to the next level of the parole process for persons with life sentences. That level requires a psychological evaluation, which means that sometime in the near future I will be transferred to another institution for a three month evaluation. This whole process is called a Risk Assessment, and once this level is completed the case goes before the full body of the parole commission. There are ten commissioners and a majority vote is required before the case can be sent to the governor who has the final right to approve or deny.

Thanks to all of you who wrote support letters or sent cards. One of the key reasons for moving my case forward was the enormous amount of community support reflected by those letters and cards. You all really helped, thank you once again. For those who did not know that this process was underway, it happened fast, but there is still time for you to write. The case will go before the full commission and the members will once again read the letters of support. So please continue to send letters requesting parole to:

Mr. David Bloomberg
6776 Reisterstown Rd.
Baltimore, MD. 21215

My lawyer, Phillip Dantes and his legal team has committed to filing my case in court by the end of this year 2011. As of this writing, that schedule is still being honored. We are looking forward to being in court sometime in 2012. Once we have a date, I will make you all aware via facebook and an update letter. We will be organizing a fundraiser in the spring to help with legal and court costs.

Since my last letter I have had the opportunity to speak at a number of events. I spoke with students and activist at University of Michigan-Ann Arbor, University of California at Riverside, and Students Against Mass Incarceration at Howard University. I also spoke at several community events and book readings of Marshall Law The Life and Times of a Baltimore Panther: the Urban Network in Detroit, MI., Internationalist Books in Chapel Hill, N.C., and readings in Chicago, Ill., and in Baltimore, MD. Some of these events also included large groups form Occupy Riverside, CA. and Occupy Chicago, plus students from University of North Carolina. In October I participated in a conference of community leaders and activists like Leaders of a Beautiful Struggle organized by Dylan Rodriguez with the American Studies Association; their annual meeting was held in Baltimore. I also had the opportunity to meet and speak with National Black United Front members who visited me and offered some encouragement for the survival of our community.

The work we are doing with the Friend of a Friend (FOF) mentoring organization is going very well. The organization has developed so many positive community leaders and mentors that I can no longer keep up with all the new people around the system and out in the community; that is a good thing and I am happy with both the group’s growth and direction. The (FOF) prison project is expanding into another prison- with one more wanting the program; it is currently in five Maryland prisons.

I will never be able to thank the American Friends Service Committee (AFSC) for taking on this task and helping us save hundreds of lives and put many positive activists back into the community. We are now organizing our families outside with the support of a local church, Pleasant Hope Baptist Church and Pastor Heber Brown. Members of a Friend of a Friend are working with a local school to help provide guidance to youth; they are starting a Freedom School in 2012, and are also speaking at colleges in the region.

Our Neutral Grounds project has opened up a snack and beverage stand to demonstrate our concept of “Do for Self”. Since unemployment is highest among people of African descent and even higher among former prisoners we have to think of ways to employ ourselves, and create our own economic opportunity. My family is okay in general. However, I recently lost a brother-in-law; he was married to my sister for thirty-nine years. Many of the family are planning a large holiday dinner and I plan to call in to the gathering. I am still struggling with high blood pressure, but I am exercising and trying to eat right, but prison food only allows so much right eating.

One thing I wish I could do better is write everyone as soon as the mail comes in, it’s just not possible, but I greatly appreciate every letter – thank you all. I am looking forward to the coming year, and hope to see positive changes in the world. 2012 is an important year for our community and as the economic picture continues to change and capitalism collapses, food and basic needs will be in greater demand for the most vulnerable people in our communities. We need to learn and teach everyone how to grow our own food in local city gardens, and meet our needs collectively. Block by block – help rebuild the community- grew something to eat!

In Struggle,
Eddie Conway

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