Today the rain just keeps on pouring down from the sky. The air feels warm and I can taste the smell of the wet trees and rooftops. I often receive e-mails and myspace messages with questions about what I do, and what I think about things and what people can do encourage rewilding their lives. Iâ€™ve waited for a rainy day to respond to two of them and now the day has come.
What a fucking week. I have no idea how to summarize in one paragraph the events that occurred, aside from the title its self. So, I hope that can hook you enough to read about my ridiculous week.
I have had a lot of time to reflect these last two weeks, and I’ve decided to take a few steps back, so that I can keep moving forward. What does this mean? It means I decided to rent a room in a house, which means I’ll need to participate in the monetary economy, which means I’ve decided to restart Urban Scout’s Sunday School.
Yo Portland Peeps, Check it:
When: Wednesday May 9th, 5:00pm
Where: Irving Park (on the corner of NE 7th and Fremont, in Portland OR)
What: Wild Foods Potluck Picnic at the Park!
Why: To share in food and friends
How: Bring a wild foods dish (something you have hunted/gathered/foraged/scavenged/gardened) or just about any dish. Hell, just show up.
Yes, after 11 months of relations, Sasha broke up with me this week… for another guy! Of course, I figured we would break things off eventually, her wanting to travel the world and be a journalist and me wanting to live a gypsy life of primitive living, but it still hurts. And that’s good. It means it was worth something. And the nicest part is that there is no bad blood between Sasha and I. I mean, I’m not going to talk to her for a loooooong time, but I don’t hate her… I mean, that much. I’m taking this week off and maybe next to re-calibrate, grieve and set up some new routines. See yall in a bit and thanks for reading.
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Get a job. Get a job? Youâ€™re stealing from people. Taking from them. Youâ€™re a vampire. No, Iâ€™m trying to live another wayâ€¦ Iâ€™m trying to escape. You havenâ€™t escaped shit. You sit around on your fucking computer all day, driving your girlfriend crazy with your weird sayings and movie quotes and commercial jingles you randomly puke up. Youâ€™ll never escape this way.
I feel that most people generally equate technology with physical objects or artifacts. Tangible items we can hold in our hands. Given their invisible nature, social technologies seem to go unnoticed or unrecognized as â€œtechnology.â€ However, right now a very primitive technology has sprung up among the most high-tech communities. In an ironic twist of fate, I have begun networking with these self-proclaimed, â€œtech-geeks,” to learn one of the most ancient technologies out there: sharing.