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Brian Shields

Great live blogging topped off with a reference to the Ducks Breath Mystery Theater.

Well done Liz.



I'm a big fan of SFist.com. Sad, though, that I live in SJ and not SF. The SFist folks are good at what they do.


I bet you there is WAY better liveblogging from people who could hear better than I could up in the balcony - over here at the Webzine2005 Wiki!

Álvaro Ramírez

Nice reporting. Thanks from us who could not make it to SF


Last night I happened to see the episode of Six Feet Under with Susie Bright.And cooly knew all about her because you had told me glowing stuff last year.

Jonas M Luster

Well, you'll get a much longer response on my site in a bit, but let's review the big ones. Yes, the story about Ella is true. It has happened that way, and can be verified by calling that bad Red Cross, asking for Silver Mitchell, the supervisor, and asking her if she's been present. "Begging for food" wasn't what I'd said, either. What I told you, just to keep the facts straight on that one, was that I'd spoken to her, and she was realitively gleeful about -- owing to her lifelong church memebership --- being the one they had to come to to get their sandwiches and soup in the first few days. That "fucking Red Cross" station you might remember. Shoving a FEMA guy isn't "kicking him in the face". If you talk to many of my friends and acquiantances, you'll learn that I am quick to get physical, and even quicker to be punished for it. In this case, while I wasn't arrested, I definitely was in shit creek for a bit afterwards. Blame the non-arrest on that fact, that at least I had a reason, most people understood that reason, and the guy himself did concede he overstepped the boundaries.

One in ten. Another big one. I think what I said, withouty laying claim to the exact quote, was that (on stage and when talking to you) "one in ten people in this room have done something to contribute to the efforts. That's more than happened past 9/11 and that's more than has happened post Tsunnami". I stand by that. How many of us have either gone down, worked from Huston, worked from NYC with DwoB/MSF, or organized drives in the Bay Area. If there were, maybe, 150 people in the room, all I'd have to do is come up with 15 names, right? Supply me six more, and we have 'em. Jake went there, you did, I did, Sean Bonner and the Metblogging community did organize, NOLA Metblogs was active in getting people re-united, Jackson West worked from San Francisco on getting things organized with his people down there, my friend Jacqueline (the one that started chanting "Jonas"), had just returned from Iberville Parish, where she grew up and helped organize shelter programs, my buddy Nassim (first day only, scrawny dude with a 'godfather' t-shirt) who hails from the TX/LA border did some amazing things with family reunification programs, and not to mention the countless websites that collected money, ran ads for help orgs, sent goods and donations, etc. That's already more than fifteen people. And that doesn't include all the names I didn't catch, those who told me they'd either volunteered or worked from here, and those I didn't speak to. I admit having been connect by Douche into counting him into the volunteers, which he apparently didn't really do, but that's one of a lot.

To get to the root of this. Yes, I am a populist. I am a demagogue. That's the kinder way of describing me. I am a loudmouth. But, please, don't fucking listen to me. I don't want anyone to follow me, drink my Koolaid, or think I am in any way authoritative. For that matter, I don't want anyone to follow Fox News, Indymedia, you, the Pope, or the President. Noggin! Use it! Don't follow, lead. It makes me angry to see so many people in a room whose brains are bigger than mine, and more active than I could ever hope to be, and who stop thinking for themselves every once in a while. That's why I rant. If you hate me for it, at least you've developed some independence.


I'm a ranter too Jonas, don't worry -- notorious for it!

Thanks for the answers, I was going to email you at some point and ask!


And, sorry if I insulted you by doubting your stories - I enjoyed talking with you but then later felt a wave of uncertainty, especially as I thought you said you kicked the fema guy in the face, and then later thought, "Hey. Did he really???" with great doubt. Sounds like you didn't! I'm sure even shoving got you into huge trouble.

I wonder if I shoved some fema guy what would have happened? Trying to picture it...

The one giant altercation I had with the RC person definitely came down to very strong words and some yelling, but we were never anywhere near violence. I'm pretty comfortable with conflict and yet I could feel definite... let's call it gender normativity pressure... on me to agree and get along, or to nod and then be indirect and backbiting. Part of the things going wrong (besides any vague blame of "bureaucracy" ) is people's inability to have any kind of difficult conversation -- confrontation -- questioning. It's as if once you have questioned or (as I did with Jonas) stood up and disagreed - or here, had the nerve to wonder whether he was bs-ing or not -) as if you have transgressed unforgivably and are beyond the pale of discourse. Just as in the Moms' Club here in Deadwood, it is like a giant sin to get mad, to say something unreasonable, flaming -- As if the point of "public discourse" were to be polite, safe, nice?? to protect some kind of emotional fragility and preserve "safety"? NOT. The really unsafe thing is to stay quiet and nice. I think we can take the heat!

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