Thoughts & Stories of Mike Straight

Thoughts & Stories of Mike Straight #79

    It all started when my sister Eleanor decided to split town... She got the wild notion that it was a much better idea to spend the winter living on a beach in Hawaii than in a squat in Philly. While I didn't want to see her go, I couldn't really argue with her - so she gave me they squat keys and told me to let good people move in... Well, good people or our friends.

Thoughts & Stories of Mike Straight #78

A joke: How is E.T. different from a Polish Punk?
ET had his own Bike and Backpack
ET traveled alone
ET’s finger glowed, not his nose
ET spoke English
ET went home

Thoughts & Stories of Mike Straight #77

I really need to start writing these things a month ahead of the due date time.

Thoughts & Stories of Mike Straight #76

Two memories really stand out when I think about writing this column:

Thoughts & Stories of Mike Straight #75

    This fuckin’ war. This goddamn fuckin’ war. In some ways I don’t even want to talk about it — acknowledge that the charade exists. But it does - this war to expand the empire. Doublespeak reins supreme, when liberation means conquest and freedom is the word for new imprisonment. We live in scary times, as anyone with dissenting viewpoints is easily labeled a terrorist. More and more power is being seized by the executive branch Emperor Bush - thanks to the patriot act. Yes, it is scary.

Thoughts & Stories of Mike Straight #74

     So this column, so unlike other column’s I have done for this magazine, starts out with some drawn out, personal story, before it gets to the central point that I am trying to get at. You may think this is a waste of words, but I look at it as ‘setting building’ where I personalize the political, making the theorizing more accessible for you, the reader.

Thoughts & Stories of Mike Straight #73

Written on a late evening, as the mind was frantic. It is choppy, and jumps, read at own risk.

Accomplishment, happiness, arrogance, apathy, and, oh yeah, punk rock.

Thoughts & Stories of Mike Straight #72

    I swear, it read like a fairy tale. We were reading Abel Paz's journal from the Spanish Civil War, and that is exactly what it sounded like. Maybe it was because we were in Barcelona, maybe it was the hash ... but still it read as a dream - of a magical occurrence, long ago in a far away place. Stories not of dragons and castles - but of collective transit systems, autonomous decision-making, and the slaying of evil, fascist beasts.

Thoughts & Stories of Mike Straight #71

  Manic Depression is a Black Kat that always seems to is not being able to get out of bed, because today has no point...where nothing seems to matter. Where simple tacks are struggles and smiles a near impossibility. Manic depression is about being frantic - a 1000 projects started at once...but nothing ever seems to be finished or go as you envisioned.

Thoughts & Stories of Mike Straight #70

It was about seven in the morning... the faint morning light stemmed through the black sheet curtains. The Montreal sun was to her back and she was sitting on top of me. I though at that moment how beautiful she was as she smiled at me, clad in nothing except a bulletbelt...

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