"This is for the people of the sun." OPEN LETTER TO GEORGE MAGAZINE: Are you really interviewing Julia Butterfly for September '99? The shadow of George Washington is in the mouthpiece of Ben Stiller's phone, huh? Hey, thanks for publishing me. Ask Garofalo if we're on for Harlem Friday nite, will ya? I'll pay if she can't get passes; but only if she can't. "Why" if she can, right? s/ prime anarchist "Look over there, up in the sky!" "It's a bird!" "It's a plane!" No! It's.. **** ******** ******** ****** ******** ******** ** ** ** ** ******** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** ******** ** ** ** ******** c i n t m k i e . v , i s t *********************************************** This organization has *extremely* limited means of publicity, and appreciates all e-forwards, regular mailings, published advertisements, radio announcements, etc, of our information. *************** THANKS!!! ******************* Greetings phellow earthlings. Welcome to ATI, activist time, ink. This is issue 183 and I'm your host, Redward Morrow. We're live from webzine99. Well sort of. Virtually. V-Live. The special "UR there" issue. You notice Newark and Network look the same? How 'bout fiance, france and finance?? Or am I origami??? Bitchin' Camaro. Did somebody say McDonalds is bland? Phrase of the week: She got lips so full I wanna check the pressure. Radio note: I hit /SEEK/ every time I hear an ad for the second time, or any of those new censorship noises. Means I do it often, huh? People probably presume I'm spastic, eh? Think I should wait 'til each third time? Just an observation. This comes from living longterm in many different parts of the US. People at payphones in supermarket lobbies always seem way more stressed out than at any other payphones dotted around the towns. We got a lot of emails about the article "BLUE CHEESE DRESSING: Delicious Cure; or Horrible Texture?" Only thing is we didn't publish it. Wrong magaZINE maybe? Next up is our numba rhumba and then some lettuce for your brainsalad. And then the usual inputs. It was a harried week. JFK Jr passed on, in case you missed the news. And Woodstock is celebrating its 30th birthday as we speak. Champaign I heard, as is required substance when you're officically a YUPpie. I think RATM is calming people down right now, believe it or not. It was almost a full-on Ted Nugent violence-fest there during LimpBandMember's Viagra-styled set. In a poll of 14 Serbian farmers, 13 feel US intervention in overseas politics had little or no effect. And one said "Oh shit, please don't shoot me, I believe in God, Hail Mary..." (Of course that's a bad translation; some things just don't move well.) Because most other newsmedia are still harping on every single "new and improved" angle on the JFK event, I'm only going to touch one thing briefly and then move on not looking back at all. It was very difficult to fast from news this week. And I tried really hard to keep my sanity. It was on car-stereos booming out windows, checkout aisles were just shouting his phrases, everyone was asking everyone else "what do you think of...yadda yadda..." elevators were using their BOSE stereos for a moment of JohnJohn, and even NPR devoted three hours a day to allowing callers' complaints about how the media is harping too much on JFK. I see the irony, do you? So ok. My little tidbit before moving on. After meeting Mother Teresa a short while back JFK remarked publicly how much it bothered him that US citizens were so wrapped up in each and every pocket of Princess Diana's tragedy, that most places didn't even respond to "Sistah T's" passing. There, you heard it here. The nexclusive. (sic.) Joyce Balza, Stella Marie Bauer, David P. Berg, Mary A. Jaber, Laurel C. Joas, Mrs. David Maddix, Erwin G. Mehrtens, Richard O'Conner all had funerals last week in a smalltown near you. Oh, and Edith F. Brusewitz apparently died out of alphabetical order. (&.) I wonder if any of their relatives found out late for glued to their tube?? (tired.) Full moon's coming in a couple days. We're probably the only journalists you know who would hold the presses for that, huh? --I'm Prime-- #'s http://webzine99.com http://www.coolbeans.com http://www.yankthechain.com http://www.superbad.com http://www.thehungersite.com http://navajo2000.com http://www.cubby.net http://www.angelfire.com/nc/cambridge/diary.html http://books.dreambook.com/robertljones/soa.html http://www.jessklein.com http://www.abbiehoffman.com http://www.adamoworld.com http://seussie.webjump.com http://www.suite101.com http://www.wrybread.com Dear Prime, You live in paper hell right? I found this on my deluxe package of 16-pack toilet paper today. FORT JAMES WEST EMPLOYEE USE ONLY Imported by/Importee par Amway of/du Canada, Ltd./ltee; London, Ontario N6A4s5 Made in U.S.A/Fabrique aux EU This Amway product is made from 100% Recycled paper fibers. What do you make of that? to ati@etext.org Are you really the "/" in "http?" Mowgwi (305) (and in our guestbook:) "whatever." anon Marco That link didn't work, you dork. -anon- [ed note: woulda been nice if you specified. http://www.angelfire.com/wi/kokopeli/ATI.html? Last week's zine? Other "marco" publications???] ------------------------ --------that's it for letters------ ----kinda sparse this week--------- ------------------------ "They Make Great Packet Radio Stations." by prime I'm driving by a bank and there's two 386's, seven monitors, five modems (1200 and 2400, nothing special) and cables, power cords, floppies galore piling-up out on the curb. I almost got hit from behind when my neck turned like a held-up rooster in a merry-go- round to see if anything was worthwhile. I pulled over, waited for all the middle fingers to drive by me and put some of my garbology masters degree to work. Nothing really interested me so I went home. Then I remembered it's just possible one of the 386's might have a couple SIPPS chips in it -- which is all that stands in the way of me teaching myself linux on one of my 386's. So I get right back in the wagon & popping the clutch I hurry down the five blocks to go explore. Some guy in a similar beat up old stationwagon beat me to it all. He's hauling it all away like Lord Hanson in a Peabody Coal Corporation stripmine on an Indian rez. "There, I'd better stop at that monitor, else my wife'll go ballistic." 'Yeah,' I think to myself. 'Lord Hanson's wife shoulda slapped stuffing outa him a few decades ago. Or perhaps his mom? Well, we won't go there. I say not a word about what's in my head at the time. "What are you going to do with 386's," I ask him, "can you upgrade them?" I'm hoping my next question might be if he's got some RAM chips cheap." "No," he tells me, "they make great packet radio stations as is." I think he wished me happy "scrounging." On Mythology, Civilization, and Star Wars By Carl Franklin Email: carl@franklins.net July 25, 1999 First of all, let me say that I have no point to make here today. I am not here to discredit religion, mythology, or those who have no religious beliefs. I am here to hopefully shed some light on the human condition. There is no other goal in my mind except to stimulate thought and discussion on those subjects that I am most fascinated with: Mythology, Spirituality, and how our connectedness affects us both personally and in our society. Myth: Window to the Soul Throughout existence, humans have always invented reasons for phenomena that can't be explained by science, and created stories that explain and reflect their temporal reality. A flash of lightning turns a dead tree stump into fire. With no shared knowledge of this experience, one resorts to an instinctual explanation, or what the whole of our being tells us about this phenomena. It must be a sign from the gods. What does it mean? etc., We are not content to live with questions. We must have answers. If we do not have answers, we answer with our instincts. These stories fill the holes in our lives. They bring our communities together, they provide comfort and understanding, and they provide a bridge between the physical world and the "other" world... the conscious and the unconscious mind. We are like computers. We need storage, places to store information. Before the printing press, our shared knowledge was handed down orally from generation to generation. We tell these stories so that we will remember. By explaining the fire message from the Gods to a second party, now there are two people who understand the meaning of it; and so on. Without these shared dreams, it is much harder for us to find the foundation, that terra firma on which our reality is based. But yet, a large number of people (especially younger people) have rejected conventional organized religion, because it no longer works for them. For better or for worse, I tend to fall into this category. Organized religion is failing to touch people because it has not updated its core metaphors to fit our modern world. Worse, religious texts are taken at face value as scientific fact, and not the beautiful metaphoric poetry that they once were. Because we have no experience interpreting religious texts as products of man, as manifestations of bodily energy, as a window to the soul of human beings (not of something other than humans) we are left with either believing that Adam and Eve were the first two people ever to appear on earth, or that the story is completely insignificant, that all religion and religious texts; the stories of mankind, our myths, are meaningless. One of the dangers of not allowing ourselves to indulge in shared fantasies is that one can easily cut oneself off from the fountain of wisdom that pours forth from the past. Not wisdom about something metaphoric, like "Jesus was the Son of God", but about our real lives, like "Love thy neighbor". These stories, these myths, were written by human beings. As human stories, they naturally communicate the wisdom of the ages. "The Ten Commandments" is part of a famous religious text, but it is also damn good advice. "Thou Shalt Not Kill." This is the foundation of civilization. The difference between a civilized society and anarchy is that civilized people do not kill each other over land, food, possessions, etc., but find other means by which to exist together. Now that we have internalized (and even made law) the tenet "Thou Shalt Not Kill", does that mean we have no place for the medium by which this wisdom was made known to us all? So what in our modern society has taken over the task of communicating our values through time and space (on Earth, anyway), the task that religion has held for so many thousands of years? Some would say that movies have, to a great extent, become religious in nature. An actor on the screen has a God-like quality. She is there and not there at the same time. A movie is made and communicated over and over to the entire world, albeit about a million times faster than a message can move through the Catholic Church, let's say, to its parishioners around the world. In a single opening night, "Star Wars - The Phantom Menace" was experienced simultaneously by over 8 million people in the United States alone. How can you not consider this a spiritual event, as compared to those that occurred within the last 99% of man's existence on Earth? Music and musicians also fall into this God-like category. You may not think that Britney Spears has anything deep to say, and you're right. She doesn't. But the relatively simultaneous experience of Britney Spears by 20 million adoring teenage fans is a significant event. The wisdom is in the connection. An instant conduit is forged between... (CON'T next week) To see this article in whole (or in part,) goto: http://www.freespeech.org/kokopeli/franklin.txt Carl Franklin President: WorldTRAIN, Inc. http://www.worldtrain.com "Take a class. Teach a class. Do it in your underwear." .Carl Franklin is a computer programmer of .the finest caliber, an author of the most .digestible cheese, a web designer out of .this world, one of the finest studio .engineers you'll ever work with, a dad .of the class you didn't think they made .anymore, a fairly proficient hunter- .gatherer and one of my best friends .in this or any universe. .oh, and did I say he's an .awesome guitarist? /\ /\ \/ \/ ANALOGY Cigarette is to tobacco as Log Cabin is to Maple. If KRAFT MAKaRoni KoRporATion were reKwirRed to list ingredients to what they call a cigarette these days, it would look something like so: Ingredients: Paper, plastic, petroleum product #1, chemical agent #1, pp #2, chemicals 2-5, pps 3-4, tobacco, chems 6-10, pp #5. Contents may... /-\/-\/-\/-\ /This anarcho\ \rant brought/ /2 u by ATI. \ \not just a / /news organ. \ \It's p'rhaps/ /the oldest \ \e-rag on the/ ...net! \-/\-/\-/\-/ And now, a Prime Anarchist Interactive Scavenger Hunt. If you can find pure tobacco within 400 miles of your home (either growing or already picked, doesn't matter) acquire it any way you can and notify Activist Times at 860.887.2600 box 5293 or email ati@etext.org We will add you to our list of amazing people. FLYER FOUND IN BATHROOM "Hey Kids!! Are you too young to hang out in the casino and gamble after the show? Well, even if you're not... come on down and watch TV the way it was meant to be seen: In a movie theatre. UHF 10th Anniversary showing tonite after "Weird Al" Concert. Well, that's it for ATI this week. Hasta la byebye. Send all questions and comments to ati@etext.org Of course if you have comments and questions, wait a little while 'til they turn around and then send em. ................................... . . . ATI: Like compost for your mind . . . ................................... We end with a poem Lunch break 101 by prime anarchist Sitting in a company car Eating a fresh ear This morning's pick 35c At a stand. Looking straight down At a stripped quarry; Ain't much left. There's green water. Aquamarine? F2? CL2? Nah. Ain't that blue?? Should I B here long? Lks lk U cn ctch Cancer jst lkng. Yummy corn. Yucky quarry. ----<><><><>---- Summary. A quick review: for anyone who doesn't wanna read the whole e-zine. (just call us Cliff Monarch) Spastic, Plastic, Ballistic, Music, Catholic, Metaphoric, Scientific, Alphabetic, Sic. *********************************************** This organization has *extremely* limited means of publicity, and appreciates all e-forwards, regular mailings, published advertisements, radio announcements, etc, of our information. *************** THANKS!!! *******************