Check out the sole surviving issue of this 1970s underground rag from Southern Indiana, co-edited by Luke Hauser. Nothing of enduring value, but a cultural rarity just the same!
Download the BullSheet – 1971-72, Evansville Bosse High School.
I think I’ve found my new activist calling. I am going to apply to be a cultural influencee.
First I thought I might try to be an influencer. But it looks like you have to do stuff like go on the internet all the time and tell people your innermost random thoughts and all the times someone disses you at a nightclub. That doesn’t sound very fun.
But when I look at the people who are becoming influencers, it’s an impressive bunch – we’re talking Cardi B, Keireth Knightly, and even Steph Curry. Women, people of color, women who are people of color, people of color who are trans women, trans women who are not yet people of color but aspire one day to be – my kind of folks!
I started thinking – maybe instead of trying to be a famous influencer myself, I should endeavor to support these already-famous celebrities of diversity.
When they do something that aims to influence people, such as denouncing the president or wearing a new brand of shoes, I could be among the first to be influenced.
I’d be sort of an early adopter of influences.
Of course, it would be just my luck that I’d wind up starting a trend, and pretty soon everyone would want to be the first in line to be influenced by famous influencers. I’d have to tweet press releases disclaiming any intent to actually influence people to be influenced, all the while realizing that my denial was likely to influence impressionable people to start yet another trend.
So for the record – please respect my desire not to start a cultural trend by becoming an influencee. Go find your own way to impact society!
You can support my efforts to become a cultural influencee by donating to my Anarchist A-Go-Go fund – email small, unmarked bills or large chunks of unsweetened chocolate to: <email@example.com>
Photo: Famous cultural icon Cardi B, shown here influencing people to make weird faces.
Remember Woody Allen?
I do. I once thought he was a great film maker.
The problem isn’t so much, “How did he get away with being a predator for so long?” Rather:
“How did he get away with making such shoddy films for so many years?”
As a young person, I thought Love & Death, Sleeper, and especially Annie Hall were great films – funny, rich with observation and meaning, well-written. I learned a lot about writing from the non-linear, anecdotal style of Annie Hall.
Then came Manhattan. Very artsy, black-and-white, new-yorkey. I really wanted to like it. But I didn’t.
Honestly, the 17-year-old kid in bed disturbed me. I wondered – where are her parents? Do they notice she didn’t come home at night? Do school officials notice him lurking around the playground?
But that was secondary to my disappointment with the film itself. The visuals were predictable and saccharine – the direct forerunners of a piece of schlock like Serendipity. It’s as if every still shot had a title under it saying, “Isn’t New York lovely?”
Worse – the writing. A typical blundering scene: Woody and the other male lead are arguing in a classroom. Between them is a chimpanzee skeleton – remember? A rather obvious symbol, no?
Apparently the auteur wasn’t so confident in his work – because Allen’s character actually says: “We’re no better than this chimpanzee!”
Wow! Talk about subtle insights from a cinematic master! Roll over, Truffaut!
The whole film is in that vein. I saw it several times when it came out, hoping to find more in it -and finally had to realize it was just a cheap knock-off of Annie Hall.
And so it has gone ever since. About once a decade I accidentally see one of his films, mainly because the old video boxes used to hide his name in the fine print and play up the famous actors he suckered into believing he was an important film maker.
A few years ago, I read a short interview with Allen in which he was asked why he made so many films, instead of focusing on one project for longer. His answer:
“After six months I get bored with the project.”
Woody – read that sentence aloud. You’re bored – and so are we.
That will be history’s verdict on Allen – not so much the predator stuff, which will tarnish many a Hollywood legend as the truth comes out.
No – he’ll be remembered for making a couple of funny films, followed by an endless string of shoddy, repetitious dreck.
And that will be true justice.
Photo: Take a nap, Woody!
Campfire Chants, released by Reclaiming, features a dozen street-friendly chants and songs written by Starhawk, T. Thorn Coyle, Suzanne Sterling, Ravyn Stanfield, and others.
Several of these chants were written for specific street actions – see the Lyrics and Lore booklet for details (see below).
Chants recorded by a small grassrootsy ensemble backed by conga, guitar, flute, fiddle, and more. Mixed ages and genders, with women’s voices up front. (Word is that Direct Action author Luke Hauser can be heard harmonizing in the background!).
Songs stream and download on all the usual sites – search <Reclaiming Campfire Chants>. Help boost the album by visiting Spotify and Youtube and giving it some Likes!
Free downloadable Lyrics and Lore book accompanies album – visit our website.
The United States, already mired in an opiod crisis, is now struggling with a massive addiction to boot polish.
A wave of addictions and abuse have swept the South and the lower Midwest in the past two years, and taken strong hold in the old Rust Belt states.
Many people begin by drooling after the shiny loafers of Fox News commentators. But soon they are subscribing directly to the President’s Twitter feed, lusting after even a glimpse of his buffed leather shoes.
Once hooked, only daily infusions of a thin veneer of recently-applied polish can satisfy the craving.
While the addiction is seldom fatal to individuals, its cumulative impact on democracy is already devastating.
The only possibly cure is for addicts to give up their habit cold turkey by turning off Fox and reading the Guardian, the Times, and the Post.
Direct Action author Luke Hauser, writing under as Dixie W. Franklin, has released Volume 1 of The Hardy Girls Mystery Series”
Join Francesca and Josephine Hardy as they set out to solve their first mystery!
Frank and Joe Hardy, former teen detectives, have been retired since their youthful sleuthing wiped out all crime in Bayport. But now a new generation of criminal is back – and it’s up the the Hardy Girls to crack the case, while avoiding parental scrutiny and staying one step ahead of bumbling police chief Oscar Smuff.
The Hardy Girls’ mystery series walks that fine line between fan fiction, social satire, and a rip-roaring kids’ chapter book.
Available in print, downloadable book-formatted PDF, or read online.
Visit their new website: hardygirls01.wordpress.com
Am I the only one that gets these bright, cheery underwear ads on the home page of my favorite pop-news website? Little pictures of the midsections of svelte young models wearing tight, colorful briefs.
The JPGs alternate in what old-school binarists would label a male/female pattern, which bothered me at first. But in my experience there are no hard and fast boundaries about who wears what undies, so I’ll give them the benefit of the doubt on that count.
But I had to wonder – why do I get underwear ads, period, when I’ve never ordered underwear online? Continue reading “Online Underwear Ads – Was It Mom?”