20,000 A.D. and also now

I was at Green Apple books last week for Charlie Jane’s book launch for Lessons in Magic and Disaster (which you should buy and read) and did my usual browse of the poetry shelves to see if anything jumped out at me. Oh yeah! This book was obviously going to be fire,

book cover with a hippie-ass doodle and the title 20000 A.D.

And yes! Super fucking amazing! Oh my god! In a way that made me kind of squirm in embarrassment because I kept seeing lines I could have written. “He does all of my tricks!” (hyphen-noun gizmos, sprinkled here & there) Even though I suppose it should be the other way around. Rather than worry about that sort of thing I settle on excited kinship!!! It’s like the best hug from a stranger!

I won’t talk about the title piece(s) yet but they are good.

The VFW Crawling Contest blew me away. A horrible & visceral experience as the poem’s speaker crawls for days, blood and sweat, grime, asphalt, trash,

A bunch of it made me think of when I was a kid in Detroit in the 70s and would pick up bottle caps out of the gutter for my bottle cap collection (neatly mounted on styrofoam trays and kept in a shoe box). And the griminess of the playgrounds and vacant lots full of broken glass and cigarette butts where I was right down in it in my bare feet. The thick back of the tongue smell of sooty early spring slush along the curb. And the feeling later on in Houston when I’d start to toughen up my feet for the summer walking on the asphalt till I had a quarter inch layer of callus to protect me from heat and sharp things.

The crawler does it all, is at eye level with the truck tires and beer tabs and keeps just going forward. suffering is matter of fact and relentless. the crawler endures.

i think of all the people on the street and their experience.

“a hot dog
       & baked beans please
               just drop it in the tar.”

Life is disgusting and visceral, there are things about embodiment that we just slide over — over & over. What is it about people that we are animals enduring all of this?

Aesthetics can be the worst lie – fascism in fact.

I used to mock the boys spewing out endless pale bukowski-clone bullshit and called them “body fluid poets” because they went really no further than a toddler realizing barf and poop are icky. It went no where and said nothing and wasn’t shocking in the way they wished they could get to, didn’t disrupt ::shit::.

O Lake of Shooting Stars, the eye-souls
zzzt! zzzt! fall to
              fulfillment beneath thy surface.

I honestly didn’t remember who Ed Sanders was but then with a lookup remembered! Duh!!!! Fucking powerful poet & lyricist & a sort of driving force! Just the sort of zine-y motherfucker –

Floating over the page and fucking around with everything – a kindred spirit.

Of course endlessly relevant as well.

Some bits & pieces:

     and this: that
     only a whining hour past,
     Richard Nixon
     oozed down Pennsylvania Avenue
     flashing V’s from a limousine
     behind a stutter-footed wary pack of marines
                    their
            bayonettes stabbing the January
in a thickery of different directions
             like small lance-hairs
          pricked up on the forehead of a
               &nbsp     hallucinated drool-fiend
                         during a bummer

                but big enough to stab the
                    throats of hippie rioters

                       buddy,
            I picked a yellow petal

          from thy grave
               Mr. Robert Kennedy

and later, in the poem “That is, they WANTED you to think that you were garbage, that no one was innocent, that everything was corrupt”

When the government
of the United States tried
to set up the air
in which to unroll
the rolls of U.S. Steel
Cyclone Fence for the
concentration camps

        what did you
        do for the
        pure-hearted protestors
        shat upon w/ electro-
        magnetic nazinixazism
        by th’ secret Dom-Int police?

What did you
do to ease
the suffering
of those who
yearn to walk
w/ you in innocence?

Yes – grab the flower & share it – I like that there are so many turns to joy or ecstatic poetyness in the thick of oppression.

I went around after the reading starry eyed explaining The Fugs (out demon out!!) to my fellow book nerds and was a bit sad no one had ever heard of them. What the fuck?!!! Even the other genX? Continuing my mission to be a bridge for ghosts.

Bitcoin and organizational account woes

When Bitcoin was like, a dollar or 10 dollars a coin none of this was a problem, but at some point over the last 10 years the value shot up (and up and down and up etc), the IRS started paying attention, and selling off a Bitcoin or two has to be reported on one’s taxes.

Coinbase (a sort of crypto holding company ) only had one type of account and it was tied to a particular person’s name (and legal identity) so as Noisebridge began to get donations in Bitcoin, that account was tied to the identity of a past officer of the organization (the treasurer).

Fast forward to now, when Noisebridge would really like to cash that stuff out and be able to use the money to pay rent!

Coinbase now has “organization” accounts, and there seemed to have been a period where they understood that non profits and companies needed to convert accounts from one type to another.

We haven’t had much luck in the past year of trying to convert the account. It’s a big problem!

If our (past from many years ago) treasurer sells the Bitcoin that were donated to Noisebridge, it will look like they made a giant personal profit and they will have to pay taxes on it and it will likely make their own tax rate jump up. So that is a sucky option.

Would it be bonkers to just estimate what that amount of extra taxes would be, and leave that amount with the past treasurer? And then they basically “donate” the balance of it to Noisebridge. (Which might help offset some of the extra taxes in theory).

Like I said, none of this felt like a problem when it was maybe a couple of hundred dollars but now it is a couple of hundred thousand!!

If anyone out there has contacts at Coinbase who might help us properly convert the account I would love an introduction.

SF Disability Cultural Center opening!

I’m so happy to get to enjoy the San Francisco Disability Cultural Center in person!
Before the opening day I showed up to bring them cane holders made from leather straps, did a training with them from BBI Engineering (who installed their fabulous A/V system) and then ended up spending two days helping the staff prep the space for their first weekend of events. My habit of wearing a leatherman multitool on my belt and having some basic wheelchair maintenance tools on me came in handy as I put together furniture and broke down boxes. The space looks amazing, clean, bright, cozy and colorful, with the huge atrium in the middle of the building full of plants and nice places to sit.

Opening day was super crowded. I got to help cut the ribbon (and kept a piece of the ribbon to tie around my wheelchair arm). Alice Wong gave a short speech about the importance of our communities and cultures, organizing and activism. There was great food provided by Peaches’ Patties. I saw many old friends & met new people as well! The next day I showed up for the welcome dinner & dance performance (also great).

liz and alice smiling for the camera

While access was great in general the space can be hard to move around in for wheelchair users during a larger event with chairs set up so I will likely be suggesting more clearly demarcated travel lanes and an announcement about keeping those lanes clear. To avoid that crush of bodies and keep my freedom of movement, I mostly hung out in the patio in back of the rows of chairs! However, during the week after that I came by a couple of times to meet people – doing an interview for a podcast / article with RU Sirius in the quiet patio, and then meeting up with friends another day. It is a nice space for coworking or writing and I plan to sit on the cozy benches in the windows along Grove Street with my feet up, to work!

view of city hall out of large windows with trailing plants hanging down

Another fun touch to the space I noticed was, in the credenza under the little row of books on display, there is a magical drawer full of fidget and puzzle toys and theragun massagers. It is a space like a small living room where you can lie on beanbags or cushions and sit on the floor or whatever is comfortable for you. I also really love the zillion charger outlets (mostly on the patio).

If you see me there, please say hi and introduce yourself!

liz and maya in powerchairs outside the DCC, flamboyantly dressed