How to write a blog post

Abagond has in interesting post up about how to write a blog post.

Uhm, that’s way more organized than I write. WAY more. Even the long posts. Even the good posts. Even the many linked posts.

Here’s how I write a post.

Read. Read more. Read again. Read blogs. Read newspapers. Read books. Read the back of a cereal box.

Begin to have the glimmer of an idea. Nurture this by furiously chewing and snapping gum. Blow occasional bubble. (Gum has replaced my old pace and chain smoke routine, what with the not smoking. Dear gawd I miss smoking.)

Try not to be to distracted by thoughts of how much I miss smoking. Or that laundry needs to be done, but do i want to spend my last 5 to wash stuff. Can washing wait till more money comes in.

Read more.

Read.

Watch a movie on Netflix. Watch an entire television series on Netflix.Wish for visine because I have been up all night watching Netflix and my eyeballs hurt.

Vomit post onto screen. No really that’s how it feels. Thoughts that have been churning in my head like PBRs and street hot dogs eventually come back out in one stream of typing.

If I am feeling particularly efficient, read post through to catch typos, etc. (Obviously, I feel efficient very very rarely).

And that is how I write a post.

The Kyriarchy Has No New Tricks

Read this quote:

….’endless training courses for jobs that the agencies and the trainees know don’t exist. It’s a charade in which applicants have to think up ways to convince prospective employers of their motivation for the most menial of cleaning jobs. “Needing work” is not considered satisfactory’
Bolds mine.

That could be the description of any participant in the grand failure of Welfare reform known as Workfirst. But it’s not. It’s about the working class French.

Did you know, by the way, that Workfirst has just a 50% success rate at getting Welfare recipients into jobs, and most of those jobs are of such low pay that the (mostly) women who get them will still need to rely on the state for Medicaid, food stamps and child care.

Curses!!!!! The suckage that is lack of transportation.

You know what is really fucking frustrating? Right now on craigslist free section there is the PERFECT sofa and love seat and a mattress set that would be a drastic improvement over air mattress and sitting on the floor. But I don’t know anyone with a truck (shit, should have been nicer to the stable boys that drove them)

I’m going to go pout as my dream sofa gets picked up by someone else. Pouty pout pout.

Sunday Art In Progress Blogging

I am anxiously awaiting the delivery of paint to finish these two pieces and to get to work on a few more that I have in mind. But I thought I’d share what I’ve got so far.

First, the bedroom Buddha. This is painted over an old garden print. It’s about 24 by 36 for the painted area and larger for the mat area. A happy accident happened in that you can see the garden painting behind my paint. It’s also MUCH redder in real life than the pics show. It’s a thin layer of crimson. Think nail polish red.When I get the white to finish it, Buddha will have a face and be giving the hard side eye. Think of someone closing their eyes to pray in church and then opening one to peer around and see if anyone else is peeking.

Now my little (not so little, it’s 30 by 40) Zapatista (ha, spell check wants Zapatista to be seperatist!) travel picture. This is being done in the style of vintage travel ads, but instead of hot vacation spots I’m going to do revolutions instead. When finished this will have Chiapas in chrome yellow across the bottom. I all ready have ideas and sketches for the recent Iran protests and the self-immolation in Tunisia. If you all have suggestions/ideas for others I should do, leave em in comments.

Also, these are painted on other pictures, prints, things that aren’t traditional canvas. I actually prefer painting on foamcore (no need to prime the canvas first and you get a super smooth surface). The Zapatista painting is done on the backing board of a cheap Ikea poster frame. If you have old, larger sized prints that you want to get rid of, shoot me an email. I will recycle them.

Happy May Day!

I think that even though we have done everything possible to pretend like May 1st isn’t an important marker (like changing it to labor day, a long weekend in early September to devoid of pro-worker sentiment) we need it.

We need to remember that people like us have changed things in the past and can change things again. People were brave enough to risk their lives for things like an 8 hour workday.

A drawing of 4 anarchists being executed in Chicago after the Haymarket riots. They were convicted solely because of their political beliefs.

Cheerful Evening Song

Once upon a time there was a boy, a large Scandinavian hipster artist boy who wore cowboy shirts and rectangular framed glasses. He kept trying to get me to like this band, and I kept trying to get him to like another band and neither of us was very nice to the other when we didn’t get our way. It’s a petty thing, but sometimes people are petty.

Anyways, now that boy is a thing of the long ago past I actually do like this band.

An inefficient system needs an ever expanding underclass to sustain itself

That’s a helluva long title, isn’t it.

Long ago my favorite proff explained that in order to work, capitalism needs a certain portion of the populace to be perpetually unemployed as a way to hold down the expense known as wages (or that tiny amount of money we are allowed after working our asses off in order to feed and house ourselves and families). I understood that in a vague kind of way. Cultural hegemony was still pretty strongly entrenched in my psyche though, and it took several years of peeling away before I got it in a solid way. Who is to be the underclass doesn’t matter. The qualifications have little to do with the individual. In a parallel universe there’s probably an underclass of Trump offspring who are all trying to prove their citizenship but their long form birth certificates aren’t cutting it with the powers that be. It’s arbitrary. There is no reason, logically, that POC or women or single mothers or PWD etc, etc, etc  are more likely to occupy the underclass. It’s just the easiest way our society found of creating that underclass. 


And I’ve been thinking about this that I read at Corrente awhile back

This raises the obvious question: Why are corporations so fleeting? After buying data on more than 23,000 publicly traded companies, Bettencourt and West discovered that corporate productivity, unlike urban productivity, was entirely sublinear. As the number of employees grows, the amount of profit per employee shrinks. West gets giddy when he shows me the linear regression charts. “Look at this bloody plot,” he says. “It’s ridiculous how well the points line up.” The graph reflects the bleak reality of corporate growth, in which efficiencies of scale are almost always outweighed by the burdens of bureaucracy. 

(bolds mine)

So if our entire economic system is dependent on large, inefficient corporations then our economic system is going to have to find more ways to increase the underclass in order to offset losses of profit that correspond with growth in corporate size. Enter the prison industrial complex.

Think about this, in the last 30 years crime rates have dropped significantly while incarceration rates have exploded. Just about nobody claims that the decrease in crime rates has anything to do with increased threat of jail time. There are theories that crime rates started declining because legalized abortion meant fewer unwanted and unprovided for children were being born, or that the elimination of lead paint (lead poisoning causes aggression) meant a mellower population. But just like privatizing aspects of the military means more wars because those with the power and money now have more incentive to lobby for wars because it directly increases their profit margin, the prison industrial complex benefits the masters of the universe both through private prisons and by enlarging the number of people who serve as the threat class at the very bottom. (Oh threat class, I like that, consider it coined!) The threat class is the class of bottom dwellers that serve to remind the people directly above them what their fate is if they question authority.  That’s why a woman is going on trial for enrolling her kids in the wrong school district with the threat of a 20 year sentence.

As the system breaks down expect more things to become threat class markers. Things like obesity (OMG can’t hire fat people because of insurance costs and the the idea that fat is contagious!), party pictures on social networking sites (fire that teacher for drinking a beer with friends after work at a non-school function, or for having a profile on a causal sex dating site, or or or). The good news is that these are signs that the system is in it’s death throes. The bad news is that more and more of you will be joining me in the threat class while it dies.