A Place To Be Brave

1209397_10151558211940974_1964632941_n.jpgLet me get this straight: the Earth must kill off a lot of us. Flood, fire, starvation and disease, superstorms... Meanwhile the poor are dying and the rich are obscene. In the Church of Stop Shopping we watch the world crisis through the kaleidoscope of bio-diversity. So - the death wave, the extinction spike - is our Devil's sign. Oh but we're think-tanking, praying, shouting and drinking at Coney Island, trying to come up with a PLACE TO BE BRAVE. Tiananmen Sq, Syntagma of Athens, the Indignada of Madrid, Tahrir and Zuccotti and Gezi... these revolutions may be stillborn but they started us down the road. Any resistance now - and any response to climate change - without the gift of those communities, is nonsense. Now the commons is surrounded by Darth Vaders. 

We need new bravery places, Amen? Our new gambit: Preach and sing in every JPMorgan Chase in New York. At each stop, offer the news about a threatened or extinct life form. As security and loan officers and tellers gape, we offer the dismal facts about, say, the Mexican Gray Wolf. And we designate this animal as the sister species of their particular bank. We give them a big color photo, some good howls, and we're out the door. But not until after those bankers get good and wolf-spooked. (Maybe certain banks could receive special return visits by by their new wild relatives in the form of hard-to-find howling speaker systems... planted in the ficus plants...)

We have about a Chase banks in NYC, so there will be lots of dead and dying species left over. We'll have to move on to Bank of America... One measure: Getting arrested and carted off to our local jail, which is called "The Tombs," would sort of make sense, wouldn't it? Given our theme? Tell me faithful church, tell us what you think.

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Frog Sex In The Lobby

1009864_10151538123165974_144791647_n.jpg"THERE'S FROG SEX IN THE LOBBY!" Meetings of senior officials in the Church of Stop Shopping are asking the question - what will it take to break through? The decades of bamboozling our higher brain function with celebrity eye contact, the psychic Ponzi schemes of products and plastic, and Disney's flying pink mind-killing elephants - all this leaves us in suspended animation called Consumer Consensual Hypnosis. We are uniquely qualified to kill the planet and pretend it isn't happening. Face it. We are the sleeping meat of history. It is over for us as of now. 

I just walked through my neighborhood in outer Brooklyn at 4 AM, walking on the dark sidewalks of the sleepers, and it felt the same as broad daylight. We're asleep. We're dreaming in bed and we're dreaming walking in revolving doors in suits. WE ARE ALL DREAMING THE SAME DREAM. 

We stand reverently in the banks to finance our slow nightmare. We hand over our money to people who actively promote our death. Forget "Where's the outrage." Let's go to "Where's the FROG SEX." Forget "We need to wake up." More like: "Extinct amphibians need to block the cash machines." What was Hurricane Sandy trying to say if not "Concentrate less on credit derivative swaps and more on the RESURRECTION OF A WET FLUORESCENT MONSTER. Earthalujah!

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Four Types Of Smiles

1148868_10151515510620974_246942922_n.jpg1) True smiling, like the delight we are born with. 2) Smiling-for-power, as with brand mascots, fashion models, online avatars, and employees working in customer service jobs. 3) The Smiling-of-Power. The dangerous smile of the ego’s self-satisfaction when its power is increased. Think Jamie Dimon. 4) The Smiling-of-Denial. Smiling endlessly for cheap cameras, hiding the fact that you bored in the middle of the Disneyland.

Those are the four types of smiles identified by my friend Dr. James Freund from Lancaster University. I wonder if my own smile has some elements of all four of your categories, Jim, or maybe I go from type to type as I go through my day. I don't want to feel bad that I smile. I like to smile. I smile when there's no reason sometimes - to feel better? To cheer up the people around me. Sometimes it's all I've got to give others. Or I might try to smile after sadness passes, and smiling-while-sad can be good, too. I would like to have that child's true smile always there, inside, nearby - even if I'm standing on a bull-dozer, or in a bank lobby with a radical amphibian, or in a jail cell. That smile is an original creation gift. Don't want to grow out of it. I know that feeling happiness can be a vanishing promised land when you try to live the moral life, especially an activist moral life. That's why activists should work in loving groups. An activist shouldn't isolate - with the state of the world so depressing. Amen?

Of course I have a true smile offered to me from Lena's 3 year old face. It's a powerful burst of sunlight. Although Lena can darken on a dime into a storm of true crying! Watch out! Earthalujah!

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