"Sleepwalker" - Moon Duo
Akron/Family - River
I floated down the Chattahoochee River a couple weeks ago. It was a perfect Georgia day. The August afternoon sun’s warmth, a beer in hand, the endless trees along the banks slowly gliding by, and my sense of time’s passage slowing to a near standstill. All the meanwhile, this song was constantly repeating itself in my mind.
Source: SoundCloud / Akron/Family
After longer stints of being in nature alone for seven days or more, with the intention of experiencing a rite of passage, I feel as if I have shed the wariness of the world and become buoyant. All of my senses are heightened, my purpose rekindled and I regularly come away with a shift in my perspective on life.
As I spend more time camping out under the stars, I begin to ponder big questions either on my own or with friends I take trips with. I’m reminded of how vital it is to conserve wild places like the ones I find myself in for future generations to enjoy. All of the responsibilities of my city life seem entirely insignificant when standing at the top of an exposed peak, surveying gorgeous cliffs, valleys, waterfalls and rivers beneath, with my house literally strapped to my back. The wind flushes rejuvenating oxygen into my body and replaces my everyday stresses with a bolstered sense of confidence.
The New Jim Crow
1. Ferguson, Missouri has a population of approximately 21,000 people — roughly 75% of those residents are Black
2. The Ferguson police department has around 530 cops —less than 5 of them are Black
3. Ferguson had *zero* homicides for all of 2014 —until Michael Brown was murdered by Darrin Wilson
4. Things you should know: Five Myths About Black-on-Black Crime
5. Michael Brown was 18yrs old and was about to begin college. Brown had no criminal record, and despite the Ferguson PD’s smear campaign, Mike Brown PAID FOR the cigars —those facts are all important and should be known, but even if Brown was a high school dropout with prior arrests who stole the cigars, 1) it wouldn’t have made his life any less valuable, 2) we have a court system and those are not capital offenses and 3) it doesn’t change the fact that the cop who killed him, Darren Wilson, had no idea about Brown’s personal history when he executed Brown. Wilson saw only a Black teen deemed either “too uppity” or “suspicious” because of his skin color
6. Five examples: The Militarization of the police
7. It’s deeply Institutional: Police view Black Children As Less Innocent
8. So please - don’t get it twisted
everyone has said and done problematic things in their lifetime. that’s a result of the society we live in, not necessarily a reflection of their character.
what is a reflection of their character is how they react to being informed of the negativity within their behavior and statements, and whether or not they choose to change their behavior.
So many of our most intimate, romantic, memorable experiences – a campfire in the woods, a candlelit dinner, time spent in a bedroom with a lover – are experiences we illuminate with flame or moonlight, with subtlety. During the day, we wear the bright light of the sun, see ourselves in the mirror, imagine what others think, and shy from revealing our thoughts, our bodies, our fears. But darkness allows us to lower our defenses – we can say what we want, do what we want. We have the opportunity to rely on other senses, on touch and taste and hearing. By providing the context for intimate light, darkness brings us closer.
'I think that when we're truly moved by something, it always feels sad,' Wilson says. 'And it may not even be sad…. I love this folk band the Carolina Chocolate Drops, that old-time string band music. I saw them in Greensboro two weeks ago and during some of their songs, I felt myself tearing up. It was really this sense of, life is fucking large and marvelous and weird and I don't even come close to getting it. And I love that. I feel like something deep and inscrutable opens up for us when we see something beautiful. And there's that sense that, yes, this is transient. It will never be again. But there's something else going on, too. It's a darkening, but a darkening that suggests there's more. It's like the terra incognita, the unknown land on the map. I think that's what the darkness is: We have places within us which can never be mapped.'
The year the Wilderness Act went into effect, I was a 19-year-old wrangling horses on pack trips into the Teton Wilderness in Wyoming. All these years later, I’m still glad to be stunned, stopping to slide my fingers down the sidewalls of an elk’s hoofprint, edging head and shoulders out into the currents of air tumbling over the creek to inhale the ozone. French Pete Creek is, I need to say, an ordinary kind of western Oregon valley. No scenic vistas, no charismatic megafauna—the wolves and grizzlies are gone. No spectacular groves of old growth, though there are some very old, fire-scarred Douglas firs scattered about, and the ancient cedars are here. No towering waterfalls to gawk at, though the creek is a nearly unbroken run of cascading, pellucid water, cavitating wildly around basalt boulders, a cacophony without letup.
To step in here, to sense the canopy closing over you a hundred feet above, the finger-laced crowns of hemlocks, firs and cedars, black cottonwood and big-leaf maple, to feel that fluid life force, thundering over the creek bed like horses crashing a chute, vibrating in your thighs, to look down at a trail that shows no sign of hard use, to absent yourself for a day from landscapes vulgarized by billboards, to run your arms into the duff beyond your wrists and then plunge them deep in the fulminating creek, is to open yourself to what 13th-century architects wanted to happen to you when you entered Chartres or Notre Dame.
I’ll Believe In Anything - Wolf Parade
Give me your eyes
I need sunshine
Give me your eyes
I need sunshine
And your ghost