In 1990 i was going to go to India. Ultimately, i never made it because upset natives were blowing up tourist attractions and i thought it best to go to Thailand instead. To get into India i needed to get a visa and the closest location was the Indian consulate in San Francisco.
A large effervescent Indian man behind me on line was chatting me up”
He: Is this your first trip to India?
Me: Why, yes.
He: You will love it
Me: Oh good
He: Or you will hate it
Me: Excuse me?
He: Or you will love it and hate it, no one is ambivalent about India
So it is with Facebook and me. If have written regularly and critically about Facebook (poor performance in addressing violence against women, spreading like cancer, etc). Facebook has an addictive feel to it, many people who use it complain about their relationship with the service. There is no effective competition much as Google Plus tried. It is filled with ads and hidden algorithms for how you get stuff and manipulative practices which should make us worry.
And i use it everyday and as much as i hate it, i also love it. A huge number of the people i want to communicate with are on it. It is easy to set up events and get useful RSVP data (tho not highly accurate, still useful). it allows you to remind yourself what someone looks like and who you know that they know. It permits a certain kind of acceptable stalking, which is both useful and a little creepy. it is also a tremendous gossip engine, arguably the single largest one in the world.
As an organizer, one of the thing you really hope for is that the RSVP function on FB will give you some notion as to the number of people who are coming to the event you have posted there. Keep hoping. I’ve been involved in several dozen events which have been posted on Facebook and some have more RSVPs than actually come, others the RSVPs on FB don’t come close to the actual number of attendees.
The reason for all these thoughts and stories is that some fraction of the people who read this blog are going to the Twin Oaks Communities Conference, which is starting this Friday. Of the 59 people currently RSVPing on FB only 9 of them are known Oakers or Acorners. But there are probably 100 more outside participants who will come to this event.
If you are one of them, please go to the Facebook Event Page and RSVP or (even better) go to the Comm Conf registration. This will help the organizers figure out who might really be coming, even if they have not yet registered.
I believe in Aliens.
There I said it.
As you may know, I am pretty open about a wide-variety of things, including, but certainly not limited to my polyglamorous relationships, my obsession with twerking, and my desire for some radical heteronormativity in my life. (while of course still maintaining my polyglamorus status.)
I must come out of the space ship, although I hold some reservations about coming out of the space ship. I feel like I will be judged negatively and that the anti-nuclear activists and the communities movement will shun me, that I will have gone too “woo woo” or maybe people will think I’ve simply gone of my rocker. Perhaps if this was just a small part of me people would understand.
But, its not.
I think spreading the truth about Space Aliens and their involvement on earth is some of the most important activism we can do. I want to be the Chelsea Manning of Extra Terrestrials. The information NEEDS to be out there and people NEED to know that aliens are among us.
You may be thinking “wow paxus has finally snapped.” As if I haven’t already, excuse me.
The rest of you are thinking ” gee, I wonder why he thinks this.”
And a small number of you, the true truthers, are thinking “yes I believe too, please go on.”
I will gladly tell you the story of how I first became aware that Aliens are real AND living on planet Earth. I am especially excited because this is not one of the stories that I tell on loop at every event ever.
When I was in the Czech, protesting nukes, I met a women named Eleanora. Eleanora was, well, odd to say the least. Her diet is one example, she specifically like invertebrates. She always said in her weird, practically indistinguishable accent “It es so much easeiar to eat dah invertabras, you do not eben ned to peek meat off das bones! You jest squeese it out.” Of course I found it to be ridiculously adorable and we spent many nights together, discussing the protein humans are missing and how nukes may destroy the planet, you know, typical radical type stuff. Another odd thing, she introduced me to twerking, before twerking was a thing, she shared a great love for it.
One night we had plans to spend time together in one of the downtown areas of the czech, she called me and told me that she could not come out that night, she didn’t feel very well. She sounded like she had been crying and I asked her if maybe I could just come over instead. After some conversation she agreed.
When I got there she complained about feeling “allown on dis planet.” and feeling like “All the odders like me have jest given oop and become followers.” At first I thought this was just your typical activist breakdown. You know “The worlds gone mad! Nobody cares!”
But, I became fascinated about how often she used the terms “on dis planet!” and finally it escalated into her practically yelling “And dere destroying the galoxy for the rest of us!”
All the emotion faded from her face, realizing she had said a bit too much. I could see it in her face and me desiring transparency asked her to please explain herself. She took a deep breath and told me that she was a Extra Terrestrial from a somewhat nearby Solar System and that she was hear to try and stop humans from poisoning the universe. She said that her species is somewhat related to hers, but that they had blue hair and some other traits.
Suddenly it all made sense, why Eleanora was constantly buying brown hair dye, while being upset about using such nasty chemicals, and why we never played with her genitals. I didn’t complain because I rather enjoyed all the fellatio I was receiving.
This led to years and years of Eleanora introducing me to her underground ET politcal groups and explaining to me the various species of aliens, some being related to humans, some being shape shifters. Cats are aliens that take advantage of humans parental instincts.
Remember when I hitchhiked on boats?
Well the whole reason was so that I could get far enough out to sea so that I could get picked up by a spacecraft to and go visit Eleanoras family on the celebration of some religion from their planet.
I have more information, but I have been to space and back multiple times since then.
This information needs to be out.
I know this is a lot to spring on all of you, but I swear it is all true. Its as true as my love for twerking.
Transparency is my favorite thing and this is no different.
Anat has been studying Fluid Presence which is a sister of water dance and a daughter of Watsu. These are all water based therapies with origins in the Japanese healing art Shiatsu. When she told me she wanted to work on me (“to float me” is the language of these arts) i was excited. I like massage. I especially enjoy her working on my body, water is cool – i am totally game.
But it was not what i expected. We went to the beautiful domes of the Harbin’s former Watsu center, now called just the “Harbin Domes” We cleared the thin plastic surface off the large pool of a consistent 3 to 5 foot depth. Anat prefers this pool to the ones at the main area of Harbin, because they are cleaner and emptier of other users.
i floated for over and hour twice in two days. The second time i fell asleep (i likely would have the first time if i had had ear plugs). And the reason that it was different than what i expected was perhaps best described this way.
When i went into it i thought the water would take the place of the massage table. What i found is the water is taking the place of the masseurs hands.