Axiom went of in grand fashion last night. Truly a Saturday-worthy party. It was a bad grey rainy day and so I had Sam bring in some palm trees we'd made together up at DiCapo Opera about a month ago. As everyone trickled in, the flavor got to be just right and we rolled with it. All in all, the experience once again vindicated my long-held belief that Performance should be considered good until proven shitty, and not the other way around. Generosity abounded.

The atmosphere was friendly, but also had moments verging on the revolutionary. Frank and I set a tone early with our quasi-political pomo comedy routine which incorporated a little scene by Wonk Web Celeb Billmon. We were basically talking about our own amateur wonkishness vis-a-vis that of a true warrior, and we included a scene Billmon wrote that we thought was kind of fun. Billmon took video, so maybe some of that will surface. We were experimenting with getting into political territory without making anyone uncomfortable, making it something that people can then talk about, pioneering.

But as it turns out, we were probably a bit more timid than we had to be. Joe Felice brought some great guitar noodling to add to his high-energy activist rap and really lit up the air. Sam Tressler invoked the Boston Tea Party and trash-talked the IRS and the state of America to great effect. Frank Boudreaux read a powerful and thoughtful exploration of the pro-war mindset; almost chilling. On the whole I was a little surprised but mightily heartened to see that my art people were engaging with these kinds of Big Questions with such passion and grace. I was glad Emily's friend who's working on the Dean campaign could make it and see that there's some really good creative energy waiting to bust out.

Plus there was a lot of regular show that was just plain quality. Becky Poole and Noele played some really quirky comic songs (part of something they've got going for fringe) and Nick Capodice read two short and powerful poems. Fellow Meekerite Wes yukked it up with tales of being temp worker and Julia resurrected an old piece that talked about her relationship with Jesus as a child. Jeremy's cute co-worker Jessie read a poetic prose head-trip -- and drew on her hands with a magic marker -- and my friends Melissa and Casey read some letters from jail courtesy Eddie. Everything was quite lovely.

I made my closing remarks (good bye, I love you, keep working on the good stuff and don't be afraid to instigate) and we partied it out for another hour at the space, then moved it up to the Lyric for the afterparty. There were some problems with the DJs -- amateurs, it seemed -- but the crowd was right. Jessie showed up and we had two or three conversations and some good human fun. The drink flowed as we all talked politics and pool and summer plans. Before we knew it we were in real after-hours territory. As things came unravelled I walked home with the sky growing light and felt good about the possibilities.

Frank woke me at 8, forgot one of his bags so I ran it to him, and now I've just got the task of getting the apartment cleaned and my personal effects packed. There's a lot still to do, but I think I can handle it. Yes, I can handle it.

It's happening. I had amazing meetings on wednesday with Music For America and then a marathon session at Britt Blaser's with Dave Pentecost and Joe Plotkin from bway.net. While at Britts (amazing view... reminiscent of when I lived on Water St. in college) we also did the hack4dean IRC meeting, and people are coming on board. A quick note on language: hackers are good guys. They make things with technology on an informal and independent basis. Benjamin Franklin was a hacker. They're not scary or malicious.

And in conversations yesterday and just in the air, I can feel the potential. It's electric. We are going to allow something truly beautiful and amazing to happen. More on this soon.

Oh! and on this note, there's already someone working on the RNC. This is good. I knew I wasn't alone on this, but now there's proof.

I've been running hard and fast the past 48 hours. A ton of stuff to report and a billion buzzing things to blurt. For now it's 1:16am and despite being pretty horny, I just need to crash. It's all going to happen. I'm balanced on a thin edge personally, but I think the world is spinning in the right directions. Now if only we can get these damn hipsters to uncross their arms and shake their hips a bit, we might have a movement on our hands.

So you've probably already gotten the message a few times, but in case you have not, I would really like it if you would all sign up for the MoveOn primary. MoveOn is a great political action organization that started in opposition to the directing Bush took things post 9-11. They let you send emails and sometimes free faxes to your representatives, and periodically create petitions and surveys. They also fundraise from the grassroots with great efficacy. If they were to pair with the Dean campaign, it would be a big leg up.

Not only will this aid Dean's already formidable grassroots/netroots, this could mean millions of dollars for his campaign. These are millions that will go to waste if they're thrown behind Kucinich, because he won't win the primary and we all know it. These are million of dollars John Kerry doesn't need. These are the millions of dollars that could make Howard Dean the next President of the United States.

It's free, and they rarely send more than one action alert a week, and its usually worthwhile stuff. Once again, click here to register. You will recieve an email with a unique link sometime on June 24th-25th which will allow you to cast your vote. It's takes less than 120 seconds to sign up and less than 60 to vote for Dean when the time comes. Do it.