"Undermining my electoral viability since 2001."

Holy Fuck Man

The Storm Gathers; my man Frank is in the frickin' swirl of this. I'll see if I can get something of a report on the front from him.

OJ: Lt. Robbins... Lt. Robbins... Spaceship San Francisco requests and update of Iowa caucus process... Lt. Robbins, do you read me?

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You Can't Take That Stuff To Canada

I've been rocking out nearly continuously to this music -- plus liberal helpings of blackalicious -- thinking about the year 2004. Kim called me last night to remind me it was (officially) the year of the Monkey. Shit is changing though. I like my neo-hippy tribe, but I'm not sure we're really going all the places I want to go.

Which begs the question of where do I want to go. A biggie.

I've been more or less on the run, in the thick of something heavy that I still don't fully understand for the past 6 months. I want to keep this up, and I want to figure out how to get more of my creativity into the mix. I like the writing game, pump out a lot of words these days, but I want to get out and move, to juice with it, to perform, direct, dance laugh and train for the big show. I think sometimes about doing more audio work, maybe in conjunction with a new show. Being back here with Frank for a few days makes me think about the two of us teaming up to collaborate on something after the election is over.

And there's the question of living situations. It's kind of clear to me that I'm not going to stay in San Francisco past this year. Two many thinks clicked back on when I got back to the city; this is where I belong until I find someplace better. I want to travel. I want to visit my pa's farm in iowa. I want to build internet infrastructure in Bed-Stuy and maybe Ghana. I want to write that mannifesto; the book of praxis. I want to make flash animations. I want to be in love again. I want to join a gym. I want my zits to go away. I want the world and I want it now -- what else is new.

This is my second to last night in NYC for a while. I'm going to this politco event tonight, and tomorrow I'm going to see some theater and then ensconsing myself at Pete's Candy Store. Life turns like its on rails sometimes. Peace.

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Flashbacks

A lot of politics lately, but this is my life. I'm sorry. I'll post about getting drunk, high and laid soon. I'll write about art. I'll write about cities and music and bike riding and about what kinds of new dreams are starting to percolate. But it's less than two weeks to Iowa, and so this shit is all over my mind.

I was volunteering in Burlington in early September. It was a really wonderful week for me, working within an upstart political campaign, meeting new people who shared some of my vision, making in-person connections with those I "knew" via chatrooms and email. It was also the week that Clark entered the race, when he came up and took the lead in the national polls. The week that Kerry and Gep's attack websites (waffle-powered-howard and deanfacts) hit the net.

My own internal state was tense, and I could sense a whiff of worry in the air around campaign HQ. The old hands were rock solid -- they didn't even pause to look at this stuff -- but some of the kids were skittish, you could see it.

These times now remind me of that. Clark coming up in the nationals, passing Kerry in NH. No word from Iowa until Sunday, so we're in the dark about the storm. Are thousands of out of state volunteers making a difference, or are attack ads carrying the day? A little pit of worry sits in me.

With the flier that came out in NH today, I think about how the campaign might have to "go after" General Clark in a serious fashion. I don't like it. Wes Clark doesn't seem like a bad guy. His policies aren't bad. He voted for Regan, sure, but so did a lot of people. Why should I really fight for Dean over him, I wonder?

With all this in mind, I went to my meetup; and it's about par for the course. But it's nice to have that moment of meeting people. Always sense a lot of latent potential in those things, but don't quite know how to tap it just yet.

And then I get home and turn on the TV, PBS late night. Charlie Rose has Dick Perle and David Frum talking about "An End To Evil," their blueprint for how to keep pulling the train on the Middle East (and N. Korea too).

It begins coming together in my mind. We have to win. The Neo-Imperialists may have the most lofty and humanitarian goals in mind, but they're clearly drunk with delusions of power and they're clearly far too comfortable with telling lies to get what they want. We have to win.

And when I say we have to win I don't mean we have to beat Bush. That's the first step, but we have to prevail with a different vision of how the world should be. We have to think as big as these bastards. Bigger, even. We need to change the system because the system isn't working. We need to clean house in this country, and put a lot of things in order. Wes Clark, nice guy that he may be and great resume that he has, is not in a position to do this.

To my ears, Howard Dean is the only candidate who speak to the enormity of the political moment. This is what came though in the beginning with "I want my country back," the idea that we're on a bad roll here, and it has to do with more than just one idiot pResident who was gifted with political capital like manna from heaven. This is what comes through in the debates, with everyone squabbling over petty differences and dragging one another down in a fitful quest for personal power. Dean speaks to me and acknowledges what I see: unless we make some serious progress in the next decade, this country is headed into a serious decline.

The problems are far deeper than Bush. They include to poor voter turnout. They include our reliance on relatively content-free and impersonal television forums -- and even more specious 30-second ad spots -- as a primary means of public discourse. They include a president almost impeached over oral sex, and the fact that he couldn't just own up and admit to the blow job. They include a "war on drugs" that clearly targets minorities and other culturally-designated undesirables and strips them of freedom and civil rights. They include the prison industrial complex, the petro-chemical/auto alliance, the media czars and the impending crisis of digital rights.

That's just a part of the domestic picture. On the other end there's global inequity, terrorism, trade practices, widespread poverty, and a tradition of cultural, economic and military imperialism to break with.

Our problems have deep roots, and they will take years of time and more than one presidential election to set right. I'm optimistic about our chances. We can set something in motion this election that will begin a process. A true American Renaissance is in the offing if we want it. With enough will to participate we can set these problems right. Dean's movement can rescue America from oblivion, but for that to happen enough of us need to believe.

So I think back to September/October, nearly one quarter previous. A belief that we were doing the right thing in the right way sustained our efforts. We did not loose our nerve. We didn't burn out or fly off the handle. We stuck to our guns, kept our eyes on the prize, integrity and whiskey in hand.

As it turns out Clark was just bouncing. He broke out of the pack, but without real grassroots support and in the glare of the frontrunners spot, he and his campaign sputtered, and soon we were back on top, the solid frontrunner.

But now the crunch is back; and the best thing to do is remember to breathe. There's work to do, but the most important thing is to stop struggling. Remember why you are here and learn to ride the storm. If our campaign founders now, we would have no chance against Bush. But if we've charted a course straight and true -- and I still believe that we have -- we have nothing to fear but fear itself.

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Fan Mail

First, John McCrory does a nice number on the David Brooks piece I was talking about yesterday.

Now, I got two separate emails today (well, last night at 2am) through my contact page. I thought some of you might get a kick out of them.

Subject: dean

Howard Dean is an absolute freak! This is ssssooooooo fun! Hope he keeps on ranting his stupid vapid spiel, funny as hell, bradley as running mate could not be any funnier! This is gonna be a great year! yours truly ad

Subject: power

He ended one speech I saw simply by repeating "you have the power." Can you imagine George Bush doing this?

Can you imagine someone so pathetic they really think the American people have to be told this? Of course Americans have the power. That is why Dean is a pathetic idiot, and that is why the American people are not going to elect this dumb dumb!!!!!!!!!! yours truly ad

This is going to be fun, I'll agree there. As for whether or not the American people have to be reminded from time to time that they have the power, I think the numbers speak for themselves. In national elections since World War II, the United States ranks 103rd in voter participation out of 131 democracies.

Oh, and while I disagree with your take "ad," I'm a staunch supporter of getting wasted and sending people politically-minded email. 'Nuff said.

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2004 Is Off And Running

It's bizarro world today. The Spin is on.

Update: How could I forget to mention John Kerry's "puff puff give" moment, which my man Franz blogged over at MfA. Laughable and bizarre.

The conservative Club for Growth is launching a truly bizzare attack ad aimed at my man Howard Dean in Iowa:

In the ad, a farmer says he thinks that "Howard Dean should take his tax-hiking, government-expanding, latte-drinking, sushi-eating, Volvo-driving, New York Times-reading ..." before the farmer's wife then finishes the sentence: "... Hollywood-loving, left-wing freak show back to Vermont, where it belongs."

So they're trying to stoke up irrational Dean hatred based purely on canards and prejudice, or they're secretly trying to sabotage his opponents. I honestly don't know which, but there's little doubt that something is happening here. Vacation is over and the wheels are in motion.

At the other end of the media spectrum, David Brooks pens an NYT column which essentially suggests anyone who complains about the PNAC and the cabal of Hawks who continue to lobby for war without end is an anti-semetic conspiracy theorist.

The full-mooners fixated on a think tank called the Project for the New American Century, which has a staff of five and issues memos on foreign policy. To hear these people describe it, PNAC is sort of a Yiddish Trilateral Commission, the nexus of the sprawling neocon tentacles...

...there are apparently millions of people who cling to the notion that the world is controlled by well-organized and malevolent forces. And for a subset of these people, Jews are a handy explanation for everything.

It's funny, because I remember not too long ago -- oh, say, before the war in Iraq was revealed to be a quagmire prosecuted on fraudulent grounds -- people were all abuzz (in a positive way) about the neo con movement, how they were winning the foreign policy contests 100 to nothing. People were gearing up to write books about this new era of governance, until it turned out to be the same old imperial bullshit. Now Brooks politely informs us that any "neo-con movement" is a figment of our (likely jew-hating) imaginations.

Pardon me if I take a second helping of umbrage, yo. The piece would be laughable if it didn't contain the skeevy anti-semetic twist. Brooks claims that the neo cons travel in widely different circles -- yet acknowledges that many of them work at the same magazine, and often "sat around guffawing" at the "ludicrous stories" that kept popping up. He downplays the significance of Dick Perle, saying he had no significant meetins w/Bush or Cheny, but doesn't mention Wolfowitz's trips to Crawford.

Now, I don't think these people run the government, but the invasion of Iraq was clearly something they'd been pushing for quite a while. If Brook's attempt to sideline any discussion of how this group may have influenced US foreign policy by labelling any such notions anti-semetic is any indication as to what we've got to look forward to, it's gonna be a hell of a spin cycle. Welcome to the front, muchachos. The race of 2004 has begun.

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I Envision Turbulence

It's been a wild few days, but the party is drawing to a close. Tomorrow I'm back at it full time doublepluss. Met with Sasha the other night, which was by turns nervewracking, hillarious, messy, titilating, nostalgic, confusing, comforting, scary, sublime and most of all chock full of sighs. There's quite something between the two of us, but what any of it means specifically is beyond my ability to divine. I'm in town for a week, so resolution is unlikely. C'est la vie, I suppose.

So I took it easy today. I'm now camped in Frank's room while he solders on in Iowa, along with many others. Watched some football and some debates and Spirited Away. Thought about how to mix up the Kool Aid, and just what this year is going to mean. Big things are moving.

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Sneaks

I took no pictures. Things sneak up on you sometimes. I wonder often why people treat me so well, what it is that I do which engenders kind acts in others. I'm a real asshole a lot of the time -- genetics more than anything -- though I do smile as often as I can. I've never considered myself popular, but I suppose within my circle I'm fairly well-liked. It helps when I can remember to breathe deep and relax my shoulders. Better things happen then.

Still grappling with how to listen and how to recieve (how to take) after all these years though. Often times it's someone else as Bhudda that reminds me to hew to the ethos. Somewhat less often that leads to deeper conversations, and one might find oneself making out on the kitchen counter. It's a little bit scary, but that's how one knows one is onto something.

A final thought. New Yorkers are some of the most decent people in all the world; those who grew up here and those who come and stay are head and shoulders above the crowd, I've noticed. The loosers come and go or stay underground, and in the sparkling crisp crowded night, you can see that regular people party well. We should be so lucky as to come together like this more often.

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