I am calling this entry #thestreetsinstead because I am starting to unravel myself from Facebook because I think not only is it unhelpful in terms of ending suffering in the world, but it is also actually causing harm in some cases.
Also, it kind of takes away the energy I *might* otherwise use for writing music or words or maybe even both...
Why #thestreetsinstead ? It seems like maybe the energy we put into sharing posts on FB could be better put to use going out into the streets and either protesting or creating some kind of kinetic art. There is nothing dada about Facebook. Everything is calculated, pixelated, formulated. It isn't art, anyway.
To tell you the truth, we don't even have streets where I live. None to speak of anyway. There are more dirt roads than paved avenues and very few people around to notice anything a person might be doing out on those roads or avenues...
Still, there'll be a Women's March come January at the corner of Old Woman Springs Road and Highway 62. Being that there's nowhere to march to, I suppose it'll just be a gathering of sorts. That is going to be organized via Facebook, no doubt.
I am going to leave a music page up for myself and for Arroyo Rogers if I can. But my presence as a cranky grump will be limited to this blog and maybe to a few email exchanges. Going on Facebook doesn't solve any of the problems that make the U.S. kind of a shithole country.
Nor will I solve those problems here. But I promise you I will be griping about them. And then we can all head out into the streets and ditches and see what sort of changes we can perhaps begin to stir up.