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Please send all enquiries to Cygnus@downcity.net
Hola. Que tal? Welcome to ATI issue 120. The special broadside edition.
Quick to a numbers run, and then lots of goodies. Happy reading.
Marco.
#'s run
Short and sweet: March 15, 1998. 10pm.
http://www.auschron.com/issues/vol16/issue37/music.egge.html
http://digital.net/~cheshire/secrets.html
http://www.angelfire.com/wi/kokopeli/solmirror.html
John DiNardo jad@locust.etext.org
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| If we seriously listen to this God within us [conscience, if you will], |
| we usually find ourselves being urged to take the more difficult path, |
| the path of more effort rather than less. |
| .... Each and every one of us, more or less frequently, will hold |
| back from this work .... Like every one of our ancestors before us, |
| we are all lazy. So original sin does exist; it is our laziness. |
/////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////
This one just in from Aaron K. (No relation to the Mad Yippie Pie Guy)
written dec 13 1997, sat, week of exams (don't ask)
"I saw God in the streets"
She was carrying a banner saying "Free Mumia Abu-Jamal"
With one hand
and the other passing out leaflets to passersby
Smiling.
Even at the car drivers who rolled down their windows, gave her the
finger or hurtfully intoned, "let him burn!".
Smiling with a tinge of sorrow.
I heard her chanting
Still chanting, after all these years
not needing no bullhorn to be heard
an old but good one
making it sound unique with each piercing syllable,
shattering the silence of the day
"No Justice, No Peace!"
with her gravely voice that had led one,
"that say cut back we say fight back!"
too many
and a tongue (and lungs) who had tasted more than Indiana's
(though far less than California's)
share of pepper spray, courtesy of the federal police state
She was beautiful
It was beautiful
every single one of us were beautiful with our flowing long hair,
our glowing eyes and a determined and hopeful smile on our lips
Even the straight-laced sectarians, sparts, with their newspapers
looked all right!!
Imagine the whole street filled with gods!
People were crying, screaming, smiling, hugging, yelling, loving, eating,
talking, screaming, and even listening.
A gigantic communal organism overflowing the city and overflowing each
others' minds.
evolving
We didn't have palm branches but the leaves off the city sidewalk
trees softened our jubilated march
as that day we brought peace, with a tinge of
justice downtown and made the
glass towers of babylon echo (ECHO EcHo echo...) our cries,
if only for a fleeting moment
We even drowned out the elevator sub-carrier
christmas music much to many a low-
paid retailer clerk's relief
Shoppers stalled in the streets overburdened by packaging
worrying about last minute material gifts to fill empty
relationships, worrying about the traffic
jam we were creating... and (we were) enjoying!
A couple of them looked to us, listened,
and you could almost reach out and
touch it. For it was there.
A star sparkled overhead, one alone bright enough to be seen
over city lights,
leading us on.
I looked back to the head of the march, to catch the look on her face.
But God was gone.
Through the corner of my eye I made out the back of her head as she
went limp and some men grabbed her, crushing her walkie talkie
underfoot while dragging her away.
ack, the pain!
a cry sounded as she something caught on her eyebrow ring
her girl friend and a couple people with
armbands and orange jackets swarmed
round trying to do something.
do something! we should.
but
they all kind of
just
faded away
a van sped off
and we walked on.
and we walked slow
maybe it was the wind picking up?
maybe the last twenty minutes of walking on fresh snow had
reached peoples' feet and minds had
once again turned to the
things we too often do and
know we must
do?
"free mumia abu-jamal, abolish the racist death penalty"
wasn't ringing like it should and normally did
maybe it was people buttoning up their jackets and
closing themselves on the inside?
shoppers were once more ignorant, trying to buy before
closing time, and balking
at any attempts to give them flyers with grimaces
worthy of a white Scrooge
a couple people started chanting, "off the pig!"
but nothing was 'on'
and so we said our parting good-byes and left,
knowing that we wouldn't be
seeing each other on tv or in the newspapers
knowing that God was as God is, in jail, again
racking up another charge on her sinless but criminal record
"assaulting an officer with a chant" --what a charge!
outstanding from a month ago at that, and only now enforced!
maybe she'll teach them about hypocrisy for their present?
knowing that she'll be released,
and I'll find her again, and again, in the
streets
knowing that we're going to need her and others,
many more others
praying
for shes and hes, young and vibrant
born into a new world
in the month following Christmas
with hearts burning, eyes glowing, and fists pumping in the sky!
dreaming and building an upside down kin-dom yet to come
perhaps
perhaps it'll be so
perhaps even here of all places?
on behalf of God, Abbie "stop the '_______!'" Hoffman,
all the people (maybe some I knew?) who got
pepper sprayed last month at the APEC summit in Vancouver
at the University of British Columbia a 15 minute cycle from my home,
a not-yet-started ND student activist group comin' in january,
the 3000 people spending christmas on death row,
and those who would overthrow a state that does such a
cruel thing:
HAVE A _________ and __________ CHRISTMAS!
ps: was this better than a card, or what?
a) yes b) no c) yes, but___________ d) no, but ______________
e) I like answering 'e' even if i always get marked wrong
pps: title borrowed from David Romano's essay:
"I saw America in the Streets" in High School Revolutionaries
ppps: needs editing, yes, but not as much as my take homes.
(ed note: hehehe. Yeah. I would capitalize all the beginnings
next. Then tighten up some of the ideas into shorter phrases,
but herein lies a really good beginning.Let's call it finished
for now, I'm in a hurry for people to view it.)
*** *** *** ***
CALENDULA!
Never give up on what you really want to do.
The person with big dreams is more
powerful than one with all the facts.
-stolen from-
"Life's Little Instruction Calendar"
March 3, 1998
*** *** *** ***
OK, like they say in Reggaeland, "on w' music..."
F,C & G for ye who kneed chordcharts.
Who d'ya think we are, olga??? No coke, no tab!!!
http://www.olga.net
Fry Bread copyleft, 1997 Marco Capelli
(Ch)Fry bread, frybread, make me some frybread
How can you be my Nana if you won't make me frybread.
Frybread, frybread, make me some frybread,
How can you be a Nana if you won't make some frybread.
Make me some frybread, chop up some peppers,
Make up some frybread- add some beans and cheese
How 'bout some frybread 'n lettuce n' tomatoes
Make it any kind of bread but make some fry bread please.
(ch)
I'll herd the sheep for you I'll chop the wood.
I'll mud the roof if you'll only make frybread
I'll sweep the floor auntie, I promise I'll be good.
I'll learn a song for you but please make some fry bread.
(ch)
Wheat flour or white flour
Use any kind of flour
Heck even Jewish rye flour
But make some frybread please.
(chorus, repeat and fade...)
This song dedicated to all of Bob and Bonnie's children.
Shouts to my Nana, my Bubbe, Ana Egge and Mrs. Laurie, my 5th grade
English teacher at Groton Heights.
next up we have a cover.
Telephone Me Baby by George M. Cohan. 1898. From the Musical
"The Behman Show"
G E7 A7
Telephone be baby, tell me all you know;
D7 G
Telephone me, baby, if you kneed the dough.
Dm E7
You know I love to talk to you, honey,
Am
You-wanna-talk-fast-cause-it-costs-a-lotta-money but,
D7 G
Telephone me, baby, every day.
This one's a Marco Production.
Shortest Song, c. 1999.
G G7 C7
This might be the shortest song you ever heard.
***U R Tuned 2 KATI***
*** Radial Radio. ***
*** 96 on your dial***
DEAR ACTIVIST TIMES INC,
Thanks, Need all the help we kin git,, They just wont quit crossposting and
spamming...
Thanks again,,
Friar Tuck,,
Ps. Check out the Morningstar Homepage http://www.intrepid.net/~friartuc/
Anarchy Rulz !!!
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*** 96 on your dial***
>>Okay everybody, so here's the deal. COPY THIS ENTIRE E-MAIL and change
the
>>answers so that they apply to you. Then, send it to everyone you know,
>>INCLUDING the person who sent this to you. You should get back a lot
of "get-
>>to-know" e-mails. You'll learn about friends you may have never known.
Be honest!
>>
>>FULL NAME: Prime F'ing Anarchist (Thanks Brooke, BTW)
>>NICKNAMES: Leadfoot, Frybread, Marco Polo, Weisenheimer, I'll stop there.
>>DATE OF BIRTH: Feb 26, 1864
>>SIBLINGS: sister, Missy, sister, Denise.
>>I WAS BORN IN: a vacuum. Norwalk CT. (near the syringe spottings)
>>CITY/STATE: i live in Konetiuk
>>SCHOOL: University of Wisconsin, University of Connecticut,
Fort Gordon School of America, Georgia, Colorado College.
>>PETS & NAMES: had a schnauzer named Kris. When he ran away I was so
traumatized I ate all his cookies and never replaced him.
>>JOBS: peace maker, humun being, editor, hummus eater, envirodude.
>>HOBBIES: playing guitar, singing, homemade paper, writing poems about
string-cheese.
making people laugh, reading deep philosophical shit.
>>WORD/PHRASES YOU USE TOO MUCH: holy cow. neat. wild. you ready for this?
>>A NON-SPORT GAME YOU ENJOY: guessing waiters and waitresses ages,
and what movies they've acted in in real life.
>>DREAM CAR: pink & purple corvair
>>FAV. THING TO DO IN SUMMER: go barefoot. play guitar for tips.
>>FAV. THING TO DO IN WINTER: sex with santa claus.
>>CHARACTER TRAITS I LOOK FOR IN A PERSON: Intelligence. Selflessness.
Compassion. BIG sense of HuMor. your basic Craziness.
>>WHAT and Where I WANT TO BE: here, now, me.
>>RELIGION: Christ is an anarchist. Happy to follow.
>>CHURCH: Anywhere the sun hits the top of your head.
>>FAV. MUSIC: Bob Dylan, Ana Egge, Michael Boren Williams,
Lyle Lovett, Traci Chapman all roKK my whirld.
>> FAV BAND: Del Shannon. (Shut up! I owe them a favor.)
>>FAV. FAST FOOD: unfortunately Taco Bell. but I never touched a card
to my forehead!!!
>>LEAST FAV. FOOD: anything from Proctor & Gamble.
>>FAV. VACATION: Honeymoon with my ex-wife. Eating bad coffee and bagels
from a stand in NYC morning after Cats and Phantom of the Opera with Thai
and Indian food and much tourism in between. What a week.
>>FAV. SUBJECT: Spanish.
>>LEAST FAV. SUBJECT: History.
>>FAV. SPORT: Soccer
>>FAV. ACTOR: Winona Ryder
>>FAV. ACTRESS: Robin Williams.
>>FAV. CARTOONS: Fritz the Cat.
>>FAV. MOVIE: Repo Man.
>>FAV. SONG: D'yer Maker. Zeppelin. (can I give at least 1 runner up???
Dylan's Shelter From the Storm.)
>>FAV. MTV VIDEO: Sun City. Little Steven
and the We-Are-The-World Chorus.
>>FAV. COLOR: Purple.
>>FAV. BOOK: Four Arguments, Jerry Mander
>>FAV. PLACE: Anywhere the sun hits the top o' your noggin.
>>FAV. ANIMAL: meerkat
>>FAV. TV SHOW: none. Would be X-files or Northern Exposure, or
Sabrina the Teenage Witch.
>>FAV. DAY OF THE WEEK: Sunday.
>>FAV. MONTH: August.
>>FAV. HOLIDAY: July 5.
>>ONLY. PART OF THE NEWSPAPER: Opinion.
>>FAV. THINGS TO WEAR: Too bad nothing's against the law.
Baggy Oshkoshes, T-Shirt of the Day, my kokopeli hat, and my
big black boots. aaaaaaaah home.
>>DO YOU SMOKE: No
>>DO YOU DRINK: No
>>DO YOU SLEEP NUDE: Y.
>>ARE YOU HOOKED ON AOL: N. Thank God.
>>ARE YOU HOOKED ON DRUGS: no
>>ARE YOU A VIRGIN: nope
>DO YOU WISH YOU WERE: silly question. next?
>FRIENDS: people I haven't met yet, and people I aleady have...
>>
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You sent me some email with the title:
"Never Use 10 and 20 dollar bills again"
Hi. This is not necessarily anything personal, against you. I've set my
e-mail filter to block almost all e-mail coming in, aside from that
sent from a few relatives, associates at business and school, and close
friends.
Perhaps you're a pleasant, reasonable individual. You probably are. But
aside from the blizzard of spam out there, there are some extremely rude,
socially challenged individuals online, who think it's cool to drop
unwarranted abuse on people they'll never have to face in person. As a
personal choice, I've decided to never make it easy for these people to
darken my day with their presence again. Let's see how "brave" they are,
when they have to do their trolling in public, where everyone can see.
My apologies for any inconvenience that this might cause. If it's not a
private matter, perhaps you could post online, instead ?
Thanks,
Joseph B. Dunphy, aka "stats
__________________________________________________________
If you are family, or an associate of mine, of any sort, and are seeing
this - sorry about that. Still knocking the bugs out of this. Please hold
onto what you wrote, and give me a holler. I'd appreciate it.
Hola:
Antes que nada te pido disculpas por enviarte este mensaje, tu direccion de
email la tome de un libro de visitas de la red, espero que no te moleste.
Mi nombre es Juan Puente y vivo en la Ciudad de San Juan del Rio, Queretaro
en Mexico y mi historia es la siguiente; soy un loco enamorado de mi novia
con la cual me casare el 25 de Abril de este a<>o y quiero hacer la
loquera de que sea de las bodas mas felicitadas por todo el mundo, para lo
cual solicito de tu valiosisima ayuda.
Lo unico que deseo pedirte es que me envies por correo postal aunque sea
en un peque<75>o pedazo de papel o si quieres en una postal una felicitacion
por nuestra boda, si gustas que tan solo diga Felicidades! y todas las
cartas que me lleguen se las entregare en una fiesta sorpresa el dia de su
cumplea<EFBFBD>os que es una semana antes de nuestra boda y conociendola, este
detalle la hara llorar de emocion y alegria.
Tal vez pienses que es muy pronto, pero faltan menos de 70 dias y lo que
quiero es que se distribuya por todo el mundo mi mensaje. No quiero romper
ningun record, simplemente quiero halagarla.
Ademas, observa todo lo que acontece a partir del dia de su cumplea<65>os
hasta nuestra boda:
18/04/98 es su cumplea<65>os
20/04/98 cumplimos 3 a<>os de novios
24/04/98 cumplimos 1100 dias de novios
25/04/98 es nuestra boda
Y si no es mucho pedirte, tambien quisiera que enviaras este mensaje a
conocidos tuyos, ya sean familiares, companeros del trabajo, vecinos,
amigos, etc.
La direccion en donde espero las cartas es:
Juan Puente y Gabriela Gomez
Apartado Postal 80-A
Col Benito Juarez C.P.76806
San Juan del Rio, Qro., Mexico
Por favor, ayudame a cumplir mi sue<75>o,
De antemano, muchas gracias por la atencion.
Juan Puente Verdin
jverdin@queretaro.podernet.com.mx
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PAWN Prime Anarchist World News 2nite.
Wallingford, Konetiuk. March 10.
Connecticut Lottery Commission now has a great opportunity to
downsize and Postal Workers all over the US can breath a sigh.
No more going "postal" the word of the day is LOTTO.
"Too bad they don't offer stock," said Anne Arquette of Soneco Pit
development; Fairfield, Konetiuk, a night manager of the local 7-11.
"Gimme a grand or so, lemme watch it vest in 2 or 3 years!!"
Let's do some math around this killing of lottery employees last week in
the second largest gambling state in the union.
If they hire 5 (five) people to replace them all at 5/hour with no
benefits that will cost the state 52,000 bucks a year instead of the
382,746 total these people were taking before bennies and incentives.
That saves more than 330,746 to attrition. (would dying before retirement
be attrition or an act of God or what? Well we'll call it attrition.)
A couple more volunteers to "go lotto" we can save a million a year.
Konetiuk could really flourish after that. Maybe we should all invest in
Bridge-port after all. It's likely to make 'ya more than El Nino, eh?
So there I was playing Yatzee with 3 rastafari eating Manischewitz
savory garlic matzos dipped in hummus.
Nemesis - (for fred friendly) a source of harm or ruin; retributive
justice in its execution or outcome; an opponent that cannot be beaten
or overcome.
"That degenerate demagogue Joseph McCarthy met his nemesis when
Edward R Murrow met Milo Radulovich."
from the Disheveled Dictionary by Karen Elizabeth Gordon.
1997. Houghton Exxon Mifflin Co.
ASBN (auschwitz secured basic #) 0-395-68990-2
Y'ever notice???
Every time we change policies somewhere in the world- ie: bombing,
blockading, ignoring, destabilizing, etc.- all the convenience
stores change gas company signs? BP -> Exxon -> Mobil ->
Shell -> Phillips 66 -> 76
Like musical chairs.
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ACTIVIST TIMES book recommendation of the WEEK.
The Anatomy Of Swearing by Ashley Montagu.
Prime Laughing Inside Where It Counts:
I broke out a Salada tea and steeped it in hot water,
teaspooned a bit of local honey and went to read the
little red Salada tag.
"You didn't read the last one, did you?"
OP ED O E OP ED
P D
My response to the filth coming out of Newt Gingrich's mouth this week.
(not that it's any different from last month, last year, or even back
when he was 15, doing poorly in school.)
<picture> - A strip mall with 22 store fronts - 13 stand empty.
<caption> - Reagan was right.
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Profound thought of the week:
Money is distilled labor.
(if you need help with this, take an econ class.
WARNING - If the prof is republican it'll take you
twice as long.
But that's ok, a democrat'll take 3 times...)
Beware
the
rhymes
you
write,
they
will
come
true.
Shall we end with a poem?
Mangia, mangia,
Says a mangy dog.
Ciao.
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