On The First Year of the Rest of Our Lives
I've been planning for the rest of my life. Taking stock and literally, taking stock. Bits and pieces here from there like a hermit crab, and me, skittering down my coast, a short-legged shore bird skimming the rocks. I like this here. This, here. This. Here.
"Beginning Again"-A Chola On Transformative Politics
I like to hope. I like to hope this means that this is what 2012 means - that we find the means to "stop time" - the literal meaning of the glyphs. That would mean a return to real time - in time to deal with catastrophe changes in a world gone out of balance. This means a return to values and the value of predilective labor as well as a return to the exchange of real goods and services (as opposed to the false and therefor inflatable values of symbolic exchange: gold, money, credit, usuary, etc.) A return to the Mayan perpetual calendar in synch with the harmony and dance of the spheres.
It can happen.
May your next year be better than the last.