S&L #70 Winter 2002
I’ve watched the punk scene go in cycles over the years. Things go from up to down on a pattern, sometimes regular and sometimes unpredictable. Just when things seem to have fallen apart and seem so terribly depressing - the cycle rejuvenates. That is what I am expecting to start to happen now. At least here in Richmond, for a good 4 months I didn’t get to any shows. For the most part from September to January - there was very little happening. This was largely in part to there being no venue for shows.
There are quite a few people in this world that are under the impression that if something food related is on the market for mass consumption it can’t be THAT harmful for you. After all, the few people running our country are certainly doing everything they can to protect the public. I have a hankering to chat about artificial sweeteners, so lets.
Freedom, Responsibility, and Growing up
I am excited to be interviewing an old friend of mine whom I haven’t seen for a while, about her experiences of working in a co-operatively owned café for the last 6 years. Some of the questions I have asked her are questions I really can ask myself – having been a mother for almost 14 years now. We are both deep in creative endeavors that began with a similar and distinct set of pre-thought ideals.
These days, I've been thinking too much. Too excited to live, too wide awake to sleep, drinking too much coffee and zipping around on my bike. Letting my eyes catch on everything I find inspiring or beautiful - ivy overtaking an empty house with molding like wrought iron, sunsets magnified in the angles formed by alleyways, skylines like the jagged-toothed smiles of a stranger in the fog, the leftover sting of adventure in the eerie stillness. My physical life has been pretty tranquil, compared to the past few years where it has been non-stop.
HER WINGS FLEW TOO CLOSE TO THE SUN
This is so fucked up. I've been shaking and crying -- slipping between waves of numb shock and deep sadness. I can't believe Sera jumped off a fucking bridge. I can't believe she left all of us so soon.
Fight like a wolf
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...
"I promise you nothing and I accept your promise, of the same wave we are riding which may either carry or crash, life is a journey, and I want to go."
I’m having a hard time on this column...technically, it’s winter, but living in California tends to give me a very skewed outlook on the seasons these days. It’s kinda difficult to get all wrapped up in winter illnesses when the grass is green and the flowers are blooming. Here are a few of my personal favorites for possibly preventing colds/flu and trying to stay in tip top immunity shape.
Curl up with a good book...
Discussions about freeganism have come up a lot lately, so I thought I would write a little about it. Freeganism is based on the idea of being vegan but consuming non-vegan foods and drinks at times. The idea behind it is this- if I don't pay for it and don't support the industries that oppress animals and the environment, it's okay. On one hand, this makes a whole lot of sense with the idea that if you aren't a paying consumer, it's better for the animals and the environment, even if you are buying vegan. Also, this is an option for folks that don