Captain's log, Stardate 65293.9. The crew and I have been without wireless internet connection for approximately two Earth weeks. While the 3G network may be accessed via my mobile cellular device (RIP Commander Steve Jobs), I have been preoccupied with immeasurable missions in my personal life to transmit data to you on a touch-screen; however, today we procured an ethernet cable, so I have for you, one blog entry. It goes as follows:
Life's felt like a bit of a roller coaster since I last wrote. Er, typed. Where to start, where to start...
Well, the Occupy Philadelphia movement started gaining momentum right around my last entry. We walked down to City Hall about a week and a half ago just to check it out. The crowd was predominantly composed of young people, with a few older folks, homeless people, and transients here and there. Will likes to call the gypsy/crust-punk kids transients. I think it sounds like "transcendent" so I like to imagine that these kids have magical wizard powers, perhaps in their accordions or tattered vests. Everyone was engaged in conversation, making their own picket signs, taking photos, singing songs. It kind of felt more like a festival than a protest, but you could definitely feel that these people had a purpose. It was kind of cool. Then, Will and I returned to City Hall on Columbus Day (like a week later), because we'd heard that the protest had expanded significantly. We picked up a couple pizzas on the way to share with some of Will's friends and their fellow protesting post-grads... And what we found at City Hall was pretty much a giant commune. Most of the college grads had vacated and were replaced with bums. Which, you know, they're totally part of the 99% too and all, but them becoming the majority completely changed the face of the protest. The camp of 70 or so tents outside of City Hall (and various cardboard tent-like contraptions) was impressive from a distance, but upon closer inspection, reeked of urine and was covered in garbage. We gave some pizza to Will's friends, who recommended we take the rest to the food donation tent, since those volunteers hadn't eaten, but in transit, we were accosted by people begging for food. We weren't about to be the assholes refusing to share pizza with people who can't afford to eat, so we gave them some. The boxes were empty by the time we made it to the food donation tent, and the hungry volunteers showed us where we could recycle the boxes. They weren't even mad. They still thanked us for the donation. I guess when we were there, it just felt like people were using this potentially revolutionary protest to beg for food and donations. I get that you are the 99% too. But when you're completely trashing your protest space and pissing in the campsite where you sleep, how do you expect to earn respect from the people who have the power to change things for you? What organized collective can't invest in a Porta-Potty? Or have volunteers to keep the place looking neat? I guess this is all hypocritical since I'm not out there protesting or anything (partially because I'm not a college graduate drowning in debt from student loans, unable to pay them back due to a dismal job market, partially because I don't want to sleep in a moldy commune). It would still be nice to see the power of magnitude work in favor of the people. We'll see. Apparently there are over 300 tents at City Hall today. Also Portugal. the Man and Circa Survive are rumored to be playing there within the next couple weeks. Hmmmm...
In other less-worldly news...
There have been a few incredibly rough days this past week, including a monetary nightmare courtesy of Wells Fargo, supplemented by a hiccup at work resulting in an even longer wait to receive my first paycheck. It's been an eye-opener in several ways, the best being that I've already managed to surround myself with people (most of whom are little more than strangers right now) here in Philly who care deeply about my well-being and who will do whatever they possibly can to take care of me. Of course I'm too stubborn to accept anything more than free meals at work, but... it feels good to know that there are so many people around who don't fit the paradigm that Philadelphians are rude and self-centered. With some help from home (<3), I feel a lot less hysteric about the situation, and I'm getting it figured out. Slowly but surely.
I got to talk to a bunch of people from home over the phone, as they'd all congregated for TJ's going-away party the weekend before last. I miss everyone so much... And TJ's in Italy now! What're all of you going to do when TJ gets back and is more worldly than you? Lolz.
Other than all that, we've pretty much just been cooking a lot (as usual). Tonight, we made fried calamari, miso soup, and stir fry. I made Thai iced tea, aaaaand we had pumpkin ale because that's all anyone ever drinks around here in October.
Aaaanyway, it's late here and the paragraphs are becoming crappier. Honk is passed out next to me, snoring up a storm... only his snoring is really cute because he kind of sighs a tiny cat sigh with every breath. Also he's a warm, fuzzy, orange blob, which makes him that much cuter.
Tomorrow is definitely a park day. But for now, sleeeeeeeeeeepsssssssssss.