Thanks to Stephen at Left to Right for all of his help!
Handsaws, Hammers, and Dinosaurs was a huge success!
The Brooklyn Garage held its first event last night entitled Handsaws, Hammers, and Dinosaurs. They asked me to design, create, and lead a dinosaur building project to be held during the event. The goal was to simultaneously get people out for a good time and to get them using their hands to make something. I think we did just that.
This was my first bid at making pure art and I could not have done it without the help of Gerry Kolisnyk whose design ideas and gusto were invaluable. Also, did I mention we did this in 2 days? We set to work envisioning the entire stegosaurus from start to finish so that when people came ready to saw and hammer we’d have an idea of what to tell them. In the three hours at the event, we went from the bare bones structure to a pretty sweet looking dinosaur that we dubbed The Stegosaurish? Lots of fun and lots more positive feedback for the movement to get people using their hands.
Fuck. The. Police. Stupid assholes.
Occupy Wall Street News Round Up of the Day: MSNBC’s Lawrence O’Donnell delivers a scathing excoriation of the criminally under-reported police brutality exhibited during last weekend’s Occupy Wall Street protests.
The footage of police officers dragging women by their hair and tackling civilians to the ground simply for holding a video camera drew the ire of Anonymous members, who have released private details about suspected pepper-spraying police officer Anthony Bologna, and have vowed to “take [the NYPD] down from the Internet” if police brutality against the protesters persists.
Though O’Donnell’s show is called The Last Word, Matt Taibbi, popping his Occupy Wall Street cherry in Rolling Stone, notes that this movement may be instrumental in conquering Wall Street corruption by taking the important first step toward “making people aware of the battle lines.”
Photography Is Not A Crime of the Day: Simon Glik, a Boston lawyer who sued the city and several police officers for arresting him and seizing his phone while he was recording a violent drug arrest on the Boston Common, succeeded in convincing the Court of Appeals for the First Circuit that his first and fourth amendment rights had been violated.
The Police Department attempted to claim “qualified immunity” — a doctrine that “protects government officials from lawsuits alleging that they violated plaintiffs’ rights” except in cases where a “clearly established” statutory or constitutional right has been violated — on grounds that Glik was arrested for “illegal wiretapping” (conducting an audio recording “without the consent of both parties”).
The court ruled that Glik’s lawsuit is allowed to stand because “firmly established” rights were violated when his phone was seized. From the ruling [PDF]: “Gathering information about government officials in a form that can readily be disseminated to others serves a cardinal First Amendment interest in protecting and promoting ‘the free discussion of governmental affairs’.”
The court went on to say that “changes in technology and society have made the lines between private citizen and journalist exceedingly difficult to draw,” and therefore First Amendment protections for news-gatherers can no longer “turn on professional credentials or status.”
Interesting. Is he reading the one on how not to lose a Presidential election to an empty-headed religious zealot? That could come in handy.
Interesting. I’m especially liking the books on inequality and FDR.
Reverse: A Lynching
Return the tree, the moon, the naked man
Hanging from the indifferent branch
Return blood to his brain, breath to his heart
Reunite the neck with the bridge of his body
Untie the knot, undo the noose
Return the kicking feet to ground
Unwhisper the word jesus
Rejoin his penis with his loins
Resheathe the knife Regird the calfskin belt through trouser loops
Refasten the brass buckle
Untangle the spitting men from the mob
Unsay the word nigger
Release the firer’s finger from its trigger
Return the revolver to its quiet holster
Return the man to his home
Unwidow his wife
Unbreak the window
Unkiss the crucifix of her necklace
Unsay Hide the children in the back, his last words
Repeal the wild bell of his heart
Reseat his family at the table over supper
Relace their fingers in prayer, unbless the bread
Rescind the savagery of men
Return them from animal to human, reborn in the long run
Backward to the purring pickup
Reignite the Ford’s engine, its burning headlights
Retreat down the dirt road, tires speeding
Backward into rising dust
Backward past cornfields, past the night floating moths
Rescind the whiskey from the guts
Unswallowed, unswigged, the tongue unstung
Rehouse the flask in the field coat’s interior pocket
Unbare the teeth, unwhet the appetite
Return the howl to its wolf
Return the shovel to the barn, the rope to the horse’s stable
Resurrect the dark from its heart housed in terror
Reenter the night through its door of mercy