It was the bad old days of the Reagan Administration. i was living in Santa Cruz and rapidly ditching my liberal Democrat roots and becoming an anarcho-feminist.
Reagan wanted to reward his campaign contributing oil company friends. So he proposed permitting off shore oil leases on the California coast. This was fantastically unpopular among Californians.
Still Reagan wanted to pretend that there was concern for the public’s opinion and he sent his secretary of Interior, Don Hodel to talk with the people of Santa Cruz. Hodel brought with him some oil company PR flacks who showed how this oil 1) was desperately needed and 2) how the major oil companies had a great record with safe recovery of oil from off shore and 3) had no real alternative. The audience was totally not buying it.
At the last minute Rabbit and i decided to go to the public hearing. It was jammed. So was the list of people who wanted to comment critically on the presentations of the oil companies and the secretary of the interior.
Rabbit was not deterred. He went up and spoke to the moderator of the event. He promised he would talk for less than 30 seconds. He would wait for his moment and when the moderator signaled him he we jump up quickly. The moderator being a flexible Santa Cruz type permitted this extraordinary action.
When Rabbits 15 seconds of super stardom was signaled he jumped to the podium. “Secretary Hodel, as you can tell by the comments in this room the plan for off shore oil drilling is fantastically unpopular here in California. So i have just two things to say to you. 1) There are some people in this room who will stop you any way they legally can”
“2) And there are other people in this room, who will stop you anyway they can.” Rabbit bounded from the room and it took the moderator well over 30 seconds to get the room to calm down.
No additional oil drilling took place off the California coast.
Over the years, they’ve been hired by a long list of impressive and, for an anarchist collective, unlikely seeming clients. Then, in 2006, they were approached by one the biggest banks in Latin America and Spain. It was suffering from organizational malaise and wanted help for fueling innovation in its ranks. Las Indias took the job and, after analyzing the situation, decided, like the good transnational anarchists that they are, that the bank was suffering from two major ills: they had too much hierarchy and they were too divided nationally. The prescription was simple and radical. They insisted that the bank stuff -more than 120,000 workers- should learn to talk and work out of the hierarchy with a focus in internal open conversations rather than communication segregated by nation or department.
As part of this wave of rediscovery, with workers rediscovering their own environment and the future living inside and around it, the bank financed the first book series of collected of essays by living authors released under Public Domain in Europe. The books, on such at-the-time arcane subjects as P2P systems, the sharing economy, and workers’ transnational cooperativism, were both free for download as ebooks and as a paper edition. The commercial success of the print version was a rare and surprising success in the Spanish editorial scene: even though everybody had the option to have them for free as e-books, thousands of copies of every single title were sold in traditional bookshops.
However, anarchist transnationalist organization was a bit too much for the bank in the long run. The “Innovation Department” who contracted las Indias closed (their members were all promoted) and the bank turned progressively towards a flashier policy of buying dotcom businesses and trying to integrate them into the existing organization. Emphasis on internal conversation was decreased and emphasis on promoting external blogs and marketing was increased. In 2010, after a few years as a successful but then orphaned experiment, they closed the internal blogosphere, the first massive conversational space in a big worldwide organization.
The bank weathered Spain’s financial crisis in 2008 relatively unscathed. Las Indias suspects that the reflection and innovations fueled by the open conversations had outside of the structure of the hierarchy helped them to avoid dangerous policies then common in other banks. Las Indias walked away from the project, but with a recognized and salable experience that later opened doors for them to more big institutions and businesses of the European Union and Latin America.
Abigail has a new kind of bike. And the fans are going wild.
She reports that as she rides around Eugene, almost everywhere she goes people are excited and want to play . “Take us with you” scream the teen girls on the track as she cruises by, College students call out “Nice Ride”, cars pull up next to her to inquire about the quality of the ride, and toddlers to octogenarians turn their heads and cheer their approval. The bike has universal appeal.
Of all the Elliptigo videos we watched the best one was French
The Tarrytown NY spring craft fair is one of our best shows. Hawina and i have been doing it for quite some years now and the commune does handsomely selling to affluent NYC suburban customers. It is an extended family affair. Willow comes with us, as does Corb and some years Angie and other years Feonix. The Stars and Corb split to cost of the extra hotel room and food, so the commune is not paying for this giant entourage.
We decided to take a bit of a chance and try the fall craft show at Tarrytown. This is risky because most people wont buy hammocks this late in the year. On this trip we brought Evan from Twin Oaks with us. We spent a day in NYC doing touristy things before the fair. Time Square, Staten Island Ferry and based on Aurora’s suggestion the Society of Illustrators compelling Spectrum exhibit
Not far from the Society of Illustrators is my favorite part of Central Park.
When we are at the Tarrytown fair we stay at the Marriott hotel which has fancy elevators and is near to the fair site. Like most hotels, the Marriott has room service. In the first couple of hours we used it to get a refrigerator and fix the television. From a young persons perspective, room service is like magic. You pick up the phone, you describe a problem and shortly there after the right person comes to fix it and then politely vanishes.
Willow loves pillows. And the hotel is pretty generous with them. But none-the-less he called room service and asked them to bring 3 more for him. Now he has 6. Life is good.
[This post has been approved by Evan and Willow.]
PS We did acceptably well at the fair, about $5K total, we might come back next year.