We got a card from the Baker family today. "Looks like the Mayans were wrong..." though of course those "Mayans" as seen in hindsight have little in common with how they viewed themselves. The geopolitical affairs of 2012 were not their concern, any more than these weighed on the minds of those channeling their one god (aka God) for the Book of Revelations. Anyway, The Rapture was last year (May 21, 2011).
I tuned in the Mayans in their more New Age chapter back when I met Andrew Frank. He was steeped in the writings of José Argüelles. Andrew married, had a son, and moved out of town, much later turning up as a field worker in solar energy. This had long been a dream of his, stretching back to when he and I drove to Olympia to visit Doug Wood, a reigning prince of solar steam. Andrew's other focus has been early childhood education. He's developed some interesting hands-on activities around pipe cleaners (multi-color) and polyhedrons.
Glenn and I saw each other, after some years in between, around Djangocon this year. That was an Open Source highlight, Open Bastion presiding. We toured in Georgetown some, visiting the "Exorcist steps". Glenn gifted me with a copy of Easy Like Water, his newest documentary, also a first person travelogue, about the floating schools in Bangladesh. The film has a global warming spin.
Food Not Bombs has continued to morph. I'd hoped to take another step with what I've dubbed our Ministry of Education building (an abandoned high school) by repurposing its kitchen for food rescue logistics. Then the reality principle set in: JenQ had already explored the possibility a year ago, and found out there's no kitchen. Portland Public Schools is likely to sell the property soon anyway, having shut it down in the 1980s (it was down to either Washington or Cleveland that had to close, the latter with disjoint but greater total hectares). We continue to explore other possibilities.
Carol's bout with pneumonia ironically prolonged her stay into winter, as she gained strength to make the switch to sunnier digs. The house was again stocked with oxygen tanks and a concentrator, a sign of high living standards and a sharable privilege we should afford ourselves globally, along with eye glasses for all who need them.
An oxygen industry (like Apria's) is benign enough, as are other harmless pursuits, such as fashion, movie-making / theater, arts, crafts, cooking. Yet these enterprises tend to go begging while the truly toxic endeavors get fully funded by the slavers. Slavers are those who enslave us to past reflexes that are also suicidal and inconsistent with humans' best interests. Slavers need to be countered, for their own good as well as our own.
We'd stocked up on tanks before when my wife Dawn was healing -- and dying (like we're all doing) -- and Apria was our supplier then too. We were able to rent a vehicle and collect tanks in New Mexico, visit Santa Fe in winter. Again, this was a high living standard experience, a real privilege by global standards in our time. Most of our collective wealth was being squandered back then, and humans reaped a more miserable harvest for their collective inability to reprogram.
How does one enjoy high living standards without spoiling? Over-sheltering, cocooning excessively, leads to getting stuck in larval states. Nerds fail to mature into worldly and socially responsible geeks. Psyches stay trapped.
Philosophical counseling was not well established and many religions had run out of gas, as we made the transition to 2013. With 2012 in the rear view mirror, would we continue with global maturation?