India's PM Modi is running scared.
He doesn’t want anyone to see this BBC documentary that exposes his role in the 2002 Gujarat massacre in which over 1,000 people were brutally killed. He's bringing his full weight to bear, silencing streams and shutting down showings . . . and cowardly corporations like Twitter and Meta are falling in line.
So let’s fight back.
Take a look at this video, then share it as widely as you can:
Dear Mr. Vladimir Putin,
You are a bad man. You have broken the people’s First Commandment - invaded a neighboring country and caused havoc in the world.
And for this Dear Vladimir, we will punish you.
We will stop buying your vodka, boycott everything you make . . . stop buying your oil and gas . . . and we’ll treat you with utter contempt on the world stage.
Bit by bit, we will sap your power and pop your mystique, until your people wake up and plop you into the dustbin of history.
From now on, this is what happens to world leaders who break the people’s First Commandment.
godard did to movies what dylan did to music.
- quentin tarantino
A film critic once said of Jean-Luc Godard that his films “teach us to demand more of the life we’re given.” But it’s the way he made those films that changed everything – for me, and for every artist, in every medium, ever since. When he opted for assisted suicide last month, his death hit me like a punch.
It took my breath away. Godard was obviously on to something revolutionary, dicking around with the basic grammar of film. Those whipsaw jump cuts that bypassed the brain and shot directly to the heart. The film seemed to be saying that life really can swerve in a bold new direction at any moment — and soon after, mine did.
godard put me on the path I'm on . . .
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Remember when Extinction Rebellion burst onto the scene in 2018? They hit like a tornado. They were fired up and angry ...
After years of tepid work from groups like Greenpeace and the Sierra Club slowly filled the well, XR came along and said, "Here's a bucket. Start drawing water.”
Fast forward to 2023. XR UK is getting out of the rebellion game. No more blocked roads, no more smashed windows, no more arrests.But we're not done rebelling. With XR out of the fight, we need a new strategy going forward. So let's get to it.
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Noticed a patch of grass shooting up next to the garage . . . my first instinct was to cut it down . . .whack it off with the weed-eater like I always do. . .But for some reason this time I couldn’t do it. This little tuft was trying so hard to thrust its way out of the stoney earth . . . a wild spirit wanting to have its moment in the sun . . . I saw bugs and beetles running around in there too . . . a tiny eco-system.
Gives me a good vibe every time I walk by.
Damn those blackberry brambles! . . . they’re multiplying like crazy . . . climbing over the garage . . . now creeping right onto the porch.
I’m losing my thirty year battle with this wild weed . . . can’t hack it down and keep it at bay like I used to. Every year I fade away a bit, while it grows stronger.
I’ve always known it was a losing battle . . . that in the end, the blackberries were destined to win. But in the meantime, I sure relish that fierce taste when I pop one in my mouth.
Quiet evening . . . preparing Masako’s dinner. And there’s this pesky fly buzzing around. It keeps landing on the counter. I shoo it away but it always comes back, like it has every right to be here in my kitchen. Eventually I grab the swatter. But then it lands on a sheet of Saran Wrap and stands resolutely right in front of my eyes . . . stunningly luminescent blue-green wings. . . quivering antennae . . . legs rubbing each other. I can tell it’s a bit slow and wonky from the autumn chill. I think it’s hungry too.
And now I have a new thought: Why not just let this fly be. Leave it alone. Let it hang around for another day or two, rounding out its natural life on its own terms.
This slowly unfolding drama reminded me of a Mr. Magoo cartoon clip from my childhood. That half-blind old trickster striding jauntily down a garden path, chattering to himself. He glimpses a line of ants marching towards him . . . with great pomp he steps aside and gives them the right of way.
. . . a whole flock of hummingbirds are ducking and diving around my bean patch. My god how fierce they get. Don’t know if it’s males chasing females or the other way around, but they go at each other with a vengeance that we humans no longer knowhow to muster. Is this is the root of our malaise? Why Hollywood movies are boring . . . TV is boring . . . the art scene is boring?
Why nothing lights us up anymore. Why no tiny miracles lift our spirits. Is it because we’ve cancelled all the mavericks, crazies and outliers? Because we no longer abide savage spontaneity?Because the wild has been beaten out of us? And could this be why we’re losing the planetary endgame. Why bureaucrats are calling all the climate shots? And algorithms are winning all the elections? And social progress has ground to a halt?
To make it through this century we’ll have to pull off a jump cut . . . be like those birds, juking and feinting and mixing it up, with fuck-it-all fierceness.
Come with us for a journey of a lifetime.