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Tomorrow I’m off to Camp Mendacino, a place with access to ginormous redwood trees and no internet, so I’ll be out till Wednesday. I’m sure I can do a fat blog upon return.
Still el basico stuff going on. We had today off, so we did some ISP hours (that’s Independent Service Project for you heathens, meaning we did community service in our free time. I have to complete 80 hours by the end of the program, 100 for an award). We tidied up a local soup kitchen/shelter and spent a while planting, weeding, and tending a community garden in Sacremento. About eight hours of work in all.
The soup kitchen was interesting. It was a sort of locus for the homeless, as a distributor of food. A couple of blocks out from the kitchen the density of people sleeping under eaves and pushing shopping carts increased dramatically. It’s a social hub for the local homeless population. We spent the day in the school section, which was empty, so I didn’t get a chance to talk to anyone.
If it was an eye opener I would be living a cliché (thank you MSoft word for the glorious accént). I came to Americorps because I know bad things exist. They mellow me. I am happy that I am doing something to alleviate the issues.
So here would be a good place to put my worldplan. I understand the need to change the world: hunger, environmental issues, general human suffering. I understand the fact that change starts with me. But I believe that my potential to change the world far surpasses the effect of my biking to work or living in a self-sustaining yurt.
I want to change the world, and “blah blah blah, change comes from within.”
So, if you want to make the world a greener place, do not withdraw from the system. Do not shun the massive corporations that dump pollutants or the governments that dehumanize millions. Own the corporations. Rule the governments. I do not want fight the system as it is now to try and change it “one person at a time.” I want to be the system.
I will be green personally, I will do good personally. I will not inconvenience myself to an extent that would threaten my ability to access world-shaping resources as quickly as possible.
Viral marketing and subliminal culture control will always trump grassroots movements because the system is the soil.
Whatever. I’m probably too tired to be writing right now. Makes me sound crazy. Till weds.