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The End, My Friends - [May. 31st, 2007|12:43 pm]
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I heard from my dad today. It seems like now is a time for homecomings everywhere. Now is a time for a lot of things, I guess.

This morning Lauren woke me up early, and though I still don't have a ton of energy she egged me out onto the roof over our porch. The sun was coming up. The street was stirring with people and pets. Wrapped up in her grandma's old quilt, we sat and watched the sunrise and watched our friends and neighbors wake up, waving to us as they walked or biked to class, or started shoveling their walkways from the light dusting of snow that fell last night. We waved to Andy starting up the cooking fire. He asked if we wanted anything, and threw some extra oatmeal into his pot for us. We listened to the sounds of people living in a new way, or is it an old way? Sometimes it strikes me as really medieval, our walled village with its own livestock and garden plots, cooking with fire and reading by candlelight after dark. But at the same time, it's not.

The way I see it, the basis of society is agriculture. Lucky for Michigan, we have plenty capacity for that. But Detroit, the city that Lauren loves so much, is built on obsolete technology now. I dread what is going to happen to the state as a whole because of it; although oil is now available, it is absurdly expensive. The Big 3 were tanking before the crisis. Now they're in shambles.

But we can and will start again. Some of the farmers we've been working with have announced that they're going to band together to start up the Ann Arbor Farmer's Market in the spring, something that I'm sure everyone living up on the north side misses dearly. Andrew has offered to give them gas discounts if they buy in quantity from him.

The basis of society is agriculture, but what allows it to grow is fellowship. We had to learn really fast the necessity of banding together and keeping a cool head. And I'm honored to count myself in among a community of men and women who have made a commitment to community and rational behavior, both online and here in Ann Arbor. Though sometimes the stress was too great, I think I did a pretty good job of it myself. Looking back on the past 32 weeks, I have to say, I'm older, I'm wiser, I'm more experienced, but I'm also more skeptical, more tired, and more worried. Which isn't necessarily a bad thing. We've all changed, and I can imagine the vast majority of us have taken our troubles and travails and made the best of things.

From all of us here at the Northside Crop Collective, keep fighting the good fight. We're not going anywhere anytime soon, so if you're ever in the neighborhood, drop by and maybe we'll break our bread together.
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I'm Sick, But Everyone's Healthy [May. 30th, 2007|06:01 pm]
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Today I finally got to see a doctor. For the last couple of days I've been feeling really wiped, and definitely not myself. When the muscle aches started, all I could think was, oh crap. Here comes the mono I narrowly evaded two years ago.

Sure enough, I tested positive. It's not like this is a fatal sickness, it's just getting me angry...I mean, I guess I would be angry if I had the energy to be. Our little village is humming with activity despite the falling snow. I can see smoke rising from the street where people have built fires - most of our houses don't have working fireplaces because they're college housing - so we do a lot of cooking outside. I can hear people laughing. Life is starting to seem good here. I just wish I could be helping out with Mark's latest project, a large stockade around the majority of the blocks who are cooperating with each other to make sure we have food and resources. This thing is going to encompass eight blocks when it's done, complete with ramparts where our watchmen can walk! A couple of the neighborhood engineering students designed it. And, it's segmented so we can move it to expand later on. I'm really excited.

After reading [info]miawithoutoil's post about making a change in the people around us who are still living in denial or ignorance, I've decided to start some outreach. Our community here is safe and secure, and it's time for us to pass it on to others: maybe in the form of surplus, maybe in the form of advice or classes in raising your own crops, maybe other ways. I haven't decided. But I've got this blog here that has documented my troubles and travails, to show that it is possible to survive and thrive in this new world.

Also, there's more good news - I guess someone on the Board of Regents has taken notice of our organizing, and I'm being offered a full tuition scholarship to return to school for winter semester! Although I realize it's going to be a lot of work doing all of this, I'm really eager to start moving forward with my education. Not to sound cheesy, but it really is the only tool that I really lack right now to make a change. Cheers, U of M!
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Family Matters [May. 29th, 2007|08:43 pm]
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So, as you know, I'm living up at the University of Michigan in Ann Arbor, and my family is back at home, about an hour northeast of here. I haven't really heard much from them, but I keep checking in now and then. Mostly my mom and sister have been going about business as usual, with a few cutbacks. It's hard because my mom has really severe rheumatoid arthritis and isn't as mobile as us kids here in A2. But they're getting by. Like I mentioned, there's no money to pay for my tuition, so I'm just stuck living here. Which, by the way, isn't bad at all. I like helping people, building things, bartering and playing music. It just isn't exactly what I envisioned for my life at the university two years ago...but then, the stuff that happens to us rarely is what we envision for ourselves.

My dad, on the other hand, has been in China since before the oil shock. I haven't heard from him for about two months now. This isn't really out of the ordinary, because he has a tendency to disappear. I'm just worried because we have no way of knowing what conditions are really like in China. I'm worried he's gotten into trouble or something. His cell phone stopped working last week. I've been trying to send him weekly voicemails to see if he responds, but so far, so bad. I guess I can just keep my fingers crossed.

I have to say that the kids who live in our collective are really like my family. We cook for each other, help each other with chores, support each other when we're freaking out about life, keep each other warm, make sure everyone has everything they need, and protect each other with our lives. Now that things have been stabilizing and our futures seem more secure, I've been able to take a step back and look at it. Before the oil shock, I was everyone's "dad" but only in a nominal sense: I was the fun guy who made sure nobody died at parties. Now I'm "dad" in a much realer way: I make sure everyone is protected and has food to eat. Honestly I feel like a father figure to some of my friends and neighbors now more than I ever have. And they look up to me, and I am proud of them. Is this weird? Maybe. But it's also good: we're a big, warm, fuzzy family. Nobody has to stand alone. We're the family I never had growing up.

Yeah, it's sappy, but it's true!
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I've Got Something Shining Somewhere [May. 28th, 2007|10:59 pm]
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It's cold here. Cold as hell. But not as cold as it's going to get next month, or the month after that, which makes getting up in the morning ever the more difficult. It doesn't help that in my bed there are thick blankets and a warm Lauren and as soon as I stick a leg out I feel like I'm about to freeze to death.

There were a lot of fights with the landlords a couple weeks back. I'm sorry I haven't been keeping this up to tell everyone about our progress as an independent community. It's just as much work as it sounds like it is, and then some. But anyways - the landlords. The problem we're running into is that everyone on the block it seems has a different landlord. We don't have a lot of clout with any of them, except for the whole part that we have food, and they have gas (and signed lease contracts). [info]gerben1974 raised a good point last month when I wrote about this (wow, has it been that long?) - we couldn't just not pay rent. A couple of our neighbors were almost evicted, but they ended up sitting down and chatting with their landlord. Most people on our block are now paying severely reduced rates, generally between $50 and $200 a month instead of the usual $350 to $600. My house is not paying rent still, and I don't plan to start again. I had a talk with our landlady and she was actually pretty receptive to what I had to say. She said that if the political situation stabilizes again we will be held accountable for damages and 50% of all back rent, but she also told me not to worry about it for now. I also brought her a dozen eggs which probably helped my case.

We held elections two weeks ago for a governing council. Everyone who is a part of our collective got three votes and the top five vote-getters became executive council members. I was elected by a landslide; the other council members are Andrew the gas station owner, Dr. Peters the dentist, my neighbor Andy and Mark, who has taken charge of our community defenses. We meet twice a week in my living room, although as more and more of the neighborhood joins our collective I get the feeling that we're going to have to find a bigger place to meet because our meetings are open to the public and mostly everyone comes. Our biggest concerns have been security, winter food rationing, and how to keep all of us warm and healthy as the winter settles in. Bill-paying has become a collective action, and everyone has put some money into the "treasury," of which Andrew has become the de facto manager. A cut of the money from the gas station goes into the treasury, too, which is a boon. We are trying to keep costs down, but sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do.

Electricity has been more and more consistent as time has gone on, thankfully, so we've been able to have a few luxuries like hot showers for everyone once a week and sometimes turning on heat in certain houses at night for the sick people and the little kids to sleep in: only the ones that have natural gas heaters, though. We still cook mainly with fire: we have a big open pit between our house and Andy's house, and most people have charcoal grills where they burn whatever they can find. I use the computer these days mainly for typing up notices, spreadsheets, and correspondence with some of the food suppliers we've found nearby. We have consolidated our Internet access to one wireless hotspot, which saves a really shocking amount of money. Using leftover animal fat to make candles and soap has been fruitful and useful: you can find guides all over the web on how to do it, and it's really kind of fun when you get a whole bunch of people together doing it. Talk about quality times. The order of the day has been cutbacks, and so far, so good. This is something I feel like we can sustain. At the same time, we can also make improvements.

I'm a little less worried about food. Between local farmers, our hunting adventures, and the large quantities of rice and canned food we've been stocking up on, I think we'll make it through the winter, and although we're going to be tightening our belts a little, we won't become malnourished or starve. Some of the wealthier students are heading home for the holidays, but back here we're also planning a spread with some local wild game. We've invited all the local farmers we buy from to come down to the compound and bring a dish to pass, we'll provide the meat. So far, a handful of families have responded - it feels a little like the first Thanksgiving must have felt: a celebration of survival.
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The Northside Crop Collective [May. 24th, 2007|06:36 pm]
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Everyone within a three-block radius has decided to stop paying rent. So nobody is anymore. This means that, although we've broken contract, we don't owe anything to our landlords anymore. This is a crisis situation. In Andy's words, we're in a state of pseudo-national emergency. It's not the emergency that's pseudo, it's the nation.

Organizational structures are cropping up here, no pun intended. We called a neighborhood meeting for anyone interested to attend, and at it we chartered the Northside Crop Collective. Basically we have a schedule of crop rotation for people with gardens in the interest of growing as much, as efficiently as we can. Andrew from the gas station, who has moved into a vacant apartment nearby, has agreed to trade some of the precious fuel for food that we get by driving out into the country. Yes, he has a car. Yes, it is a hybrid. This guy rules.

We've also been working out how much food we need and how much we have, and how to close the gap between those two figures. It's certainly not hopeless, just hard, although generally we need more rice and backup canned goods. I don't know how much I want to depend upon hunting. We don't even know how much game there is out there, and I don't want to be reduced to eating squirrels this winter.

But together, we are strong. Together, we won't let each other starve. We're not so alone anymore. Andrew and I are driving out to find some milk tomorrow. We've placed some phone calls, and the farmers seem more than happy to sell us ten gallons, at only a little more than pre-shock prices. They're trying to offload the stuff because they can't efficiently get it to consumers. Go us!
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Landlords [May. 24th, 2007|12:10 pm]
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A couple of the kids who live in our block have returned to classes. The university is griping about not getting students to return, but really, I don't have a job and my family doesn't have the money to send me to college as well as feed themselves. So, I'm just going to have to wait. It's pretty painful because I just have a year to go, and I found the master's degree program I really want to pursue, at the School of Information here. Helen told me last night that you do a four-year joint degree through the School of Information and the School of Law and get an MSI and a JD at the same time! Nice, but, again, I'm going to have to wait. Intellectual property law is something I'm really passionate about, so I'm a little down about it.

I told Krissy, one of the kids who's returning, how jealous I am of her. She told me that she wouldn't be able to do it without me. And that's the general feeling that's been circulating: some people are just giving up their academic careers for the safety and security of the community. I guess that's okay but I'm also kind of bummed out.

Our landlord finally came by this morning to check up on us. We've been sending in rent, but were a little late this month, and I don't think they've seen the property since the riots. I had to talk to the head of maintenance, Leroy, about what we'd done with the stockade, why it was the only recourse for us, and he seemed pretty understanding. The maintenance guys at our real estate company are all really just aging hippies. I showed them around the garden and they were pretty impressed with what we'd done.

"Will we have to tear this down?" I asked.

"No, we don't have the resources right now to do anything about it. We're glad you guys are doing well," Leroy told me. "We're all just trying to get by."

And that was that. Some of the other houses' landlords haven't been as friendly, and have been over to yell at them about their land use. Someone got charged $1000 for the shed they tore down in order to make way for our garden. As if we can pay that, and as if we had any other option but to do everything in our power to help ourselves! It's like they expect us to do nothing. Doing nothing these days equates to getting yourself killed or starving to death or...god knows what else. Fining us exorbitant sums for trying to protect ourselves and our friends is just cruel. We barely have the money to make the rent.
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Moving Out, Moving On [May. 23rd, 2007|11:34 am]
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Yesterday six people decided they were skipping town. I tried to convince them not to go - that we can do more here for both ourselves and the greater good - but they were insistent on leaving. One of the girls had been having panic attacks about more rioting after seeing three guys get killed last time. They said they'd just rather not run the risk. One of the kids was a student whose family is in New York. I have to wonder if they're going to try to get back out there. Like Brendan said, that's bold, and best of luck to them. I hope nothing bad happens.

On the other hand, we took in three of our friends who live elsewhere in the city. Three of the students lived in the apartment above the dental office, and one of the dentists and her family have decided to move in to be closer to work. It's going to be kind of awkward when the landlords get wind of this.

We've also been talking about demolishing all the sheds and things in the middle of the block to expand the garden and maybe grow some grazing areas. I know it's not a lot of space to keep livestock but Lindsay who lives on the other side of the block has obtained six chickens and a goat. It feels really weird to say that. But she says that if we clear more space maybe we can get a cow. Cool, huh?

I have started thinking about saving up food for the winter months. We all have an enormous stockpile of canned goods, but I don't think that'll be enough to sustain us through the winter. It gets bitterly cold here in January and February: how are we going to heat our homes? The obvious answer is wood-burning but first, most of our places don't have fireplaces, and second, where do we get the wood from? I guess if we demolish the sheds in back and cut down some of the trees out there we will have some wood. But still, it doesn't seem like the best solution. Does anyone have any better ideas?

In terms of food, Jake, who lives next to the dentist's office, said that over the winter he plans to do a lot of hunting. His father has taken him hunting since he was thirteen. That's reassuring: maybe we'll have fresh meat from time to time. He is trying to get his hands on a gun before the summer is over. Chris said he would help us find a few rifles.

Other than that, it has been home repairs and fending off reporters since the trial ended. We are reorganizing our basement as the food-storage center, and you should see the disarray it's in! We've been pulling out cans, organizing food by type, throwing out stuff from down there we don't need. We have rows upon rows of canned fruit and beans and pounds and pounds of rice. It's a promise of a meager existence, but an existence nonetheless.
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A Free Man [May. 22nd, 2007|04:18 pm]
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Thanks to everyone for your kind words of support. I've been trying to keep up reading your stuff but posting has been more of a problem. I can definitely take out time for that today, though, because today my case was dismissed on the grounds that the slaying was "self-defense." Things were looking really hairy there for a minute, I can tell you - the plaintiff called in as many favors as possible to try and lock me up, but quite frankly, I can't see how it was ever a question. Moreover anyone who was witness to the riots that have been rocking this town will attest - it's not even far-fetched that someone might have to defend themselves with lethal force.

Luckily the riots here have been burning themselves out. Between arrests, deaths, and simple lack of energy, the only things we really have anymore are random acts of vandalism. Occasionally someone gets accosted on their way home after dark because the street lights are still really spotty. The town feels like a wasteland. At least when there was rioting there were people in the street.

In other news, my trial made some crazy local news. People are fascinated by that kind of thing, and, as a result, the entire block has joined our collective. Though the new houses don't have the kind of defenses that our original compound had, we also have the manpower to erect defenses if we see fit. Honestly I don't think anyone will be threatening us anytime soon, but [info]lead_tag warns us of would-be warlords waiting in the wings.

I have to say that it does make me wonder about my own motivations in this. I do want to protect my friends. I do want to be able to provide for them. But the fantasy of power is pretty fantastic. Thinking about a little pseudo-nation of my own brings a smile to my face. When I was a little kid I always liked to dream up ways in which I could become king of my own little country, and what I'd do with it. Then, it was a place where there would be no strife. Now, it's a place where I don't have to abide by the laws and proclamations of the United States, which lately have been getting to me, for obvious reasons. But I'm not a bad man, am I? I believe in peace, freedom and the American way. But you know what they say. All power corrupts.

I asked Brendan about this and he laughed - he always knew I had an instinct for leadership, and by extension, an instinct for rulership. I told him I didn't want to be an overlord - did he think we should maybe have elections for a governing council of the collective? He thought that might be a good idea, but also gave me a playful punch in the shoulder and some quip about the Roman republic.

I guess we'll see. For now, we have been pooling our resources and thinking about how we can expand our garden space. Another cool feature of our block is that the dental office that is housed in a former residence is now part of our collective, which I imagine is something pretty precious. The doctors still come into work now and then, and I got my teeth cleaned the other day for the first time in probably too long. We talked a little about exchanges of goods and services, and I told them that their skilled trade was really valued here. If they wanted to have some of our food for their families, we would share in exchange for dental services. Neat, huh?
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Bail, Finally [May. 18th, 2007|10:55 am]
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Oh man, after eight days in prison it's nice to be out again. My dad came through with wiring some money to Lauren, and as of today I am a free man. Kind of. Tomorrow is my first hearing, and I'm really nervous. What if things don't go as we've planned? My legal counsel and I have rehearsed our arguments time and time again but I'm so worried about the consequences of failure. This is a high-stakes game.

It's so good to be home and enjoy simple things - lunch outside in the garden with all our friends, working on the bikes that have been waiting for me so patiently, and even going for a walk in the neighborhood with Lauren. We're back to green zone. Classes might resume in the fall here. I think I won't have the money to pay for them, but I want to stick around Ann Arbor. I feel so much older now, so much more tired. I killed a man. I'm being charged with manslaughter. Somehow the world just looks different now.

The gas station on the corner of Ann and Main has actually opened up again, although this time under new ownership. As far as the new owner, Andrew, knows, he is the only gas station in Ann Arbor who has a guaranteed supply of gas. How he gets that, I'm not sure. Probably mob connections or something. Guy seemed really nice, especially after I mentioned how the riots have messed up our lives. I guess he recently got discharged from the Army and he's really sympathetic to my problem. He even said that if I wanted a job I could help him out now and then down at the store doing stock and stuff. He gave me a pack of cigarettes, a luxury I haven't enjoyed in what seems like years. Pretty cool!

Today I've been laying low, doing some wash, picking up. I'm almost done with another bike, although god knows if I can find the kid who wanted it. Maybe we'll just start keeping bikes for the compound.
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First Contact [May. 17th, 2007|06:20 pm]
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We got a call from C today. He said he is doing well but he had to be very forceful with the police to get anything out of them - including legal assistance, a phone call home, and some food to eat. He's a fighter, and he told me to tell everyone that he has a number of friends helping him out, including his policeman friend Chris, who has already written a letter of character endorsement for him. He said his legal counselor said the case should be pretty straightforward, although because of the circumstances it might take awhile.

Technically, Michigan is not under martial law, therefore he is entitled to due process. He mentioned that some of us might have to testify in his defense and state that what happened was an act of self-defense. In perspective and context, that seems silly - C's not a killer, but he was trying to protect us.

Back at home, we have been very subdued. Nothing has happened, it seems, since the National Guard took control of Ann Arbor. We eat and sleep and interact but it's like we're zombies. I'm so terrified for C. I have been trying to fill his shoes but he has such a strong spirit. He's always complaining about everyone resisting him, but really, it's nothing but us being young and unwilling to accept this. And he's so adamant and ideological about it, sometimes it can be really annoying, but that's why I love him.

Brendan suggested we have a bike-mounted protest for him when his trial rolls around: fifty kids on bikes outside the courthouse could be really great. He would love to see us all out there. We have also been trying to scrounge together some money to make bail for him. Don't worry about it, we'll take care of it - but as long as you're thinking good thoughts for him, I'm sure he'll appreciate it. I told him how you all were doing and he was glad that it looks like everyone's holding together out there. Hopefully we'll have more good news tomorrow.
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Taking Back Order [May. 17th, 2007|11:56 am]
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Hi everyone, this is Lauren. C told me to post in his absence, because he figured you'd all want to know what is going on right now. I've got to say I think his whole blogging thing is kind of silly in the face of this crisis, but I never got to read any of your blogs. They give me a lot of hope.

Right now, the National Guard and the Ann Arbor Police have taken back the streets for the most part. Rioters have been pushed to "the Hill," where all the big dormitories are, and word is that they're hiding out there, continuing to engage in shootouts with soldiers and police. This is good, as far as we're concerned. However, the reason I'm posting and not C is really ridiculous...welcome to martial law.

Around 2 AM this morning we got a knock on our compound gate. The watchman came and opened up - it was two National Guardsmen and a police inspector. What do you want from us? asked the watchman. We need to talk to whoever possesses a firearm in your community.

That, of course, would be C. He got his gun from an intruder who we took it from, and has been learning to use it ever since. Even going to the firing range with his cop friends. So the watchman comes and wakes us up - C pulls on his pants and grabs the gun, and goes downstairs to the courtyard.

It turns out the rioter C shot point-blank was the son of a state legislator. It turns out the state legislator doesn't want to blame the police, and it also turns out the gun that C took from the intruder last month was a weapon that was taken off a slain cop. The National Guardsmen and the police inspector took both the gun and my boyfriend into custody. Right now, we're praying. Since we're living under martial law, who knows what will happen to him? Stay tuned - I promise to update as soon as I know more.
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Hippies with Handguns [May. 16th, 2007|01:44 pm]
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The past week has been this extended, dreamlike "I-told-you-so" moment. Nobody in the compound was ready for the riots when they hit again, this time full force, complete with squads of toughs who tried to charge into buildings and drag anyone in them out to the riot. If not, the unwilling were shot and killed. I've never seen anything like this in my life.

I've been manning our stockade for the past twelve hours or so. There have been a few attempts at breaking in or burning down our compound, but luckily we've met them blow-for-blow. I'm taking a breather now, probably a nap too. I can still hear the clatter of gunfire down the street - the police have been engaging rioters in gunfights and tear gassing the living daylights out of them. But still there is resistance. It's like war here.

When I came in off the stockade and ran to the bathroom to wash my face, I had to vomit. Valuable food, was my first thought. Then I retched again. The sink was covered in blood. My hands didn't look hurt, nor did I feel any pain anywhere in my body. I realized that this wasn't my blood, it was blood from the rioters who had just tried to break in. I can barely remember that I shot two of them, nearly point-blank, one in the arm, which made him retreat, and the other in the head. I shot a guy in the head.

And that's what it's like here, a nightmarish blur of violence, our guys throwing rocks and bludgeoning to death hippies with handguns. I know I won't be able to sleep much, but at least I can try. The entire compound is wired, but the windows are shut and nobody but armed defenders are outside. I can only wonder how our policemen friends are holding up. I haven't heard anything from the folks back home in Detroit, because their landline is dead and the cell seems to be off. But, Lauren's promised me one of her fantastic back massages, so I'm going to climb into bed and take her up on that. Good luck to everyone out there from sunny Ann Arbor - we're right there with you.
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V is for Vacationing Without Oil! [May. 15th, 2007|08:17 pm]
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So maybe this was really insane, but Lauren and I had a really long talk last week, right after the entry I posted. We decided that we needed to take a trip. I thought for a really long time about where to go, what to do, and how to get there. I thought, wouldn't it be great to go up north, and get away from all the people? Wouldn't it be great to bike up there?

We got some supplies together. We brought a bunch of Power Bars, emergency bike supplies, a tent, sleeping bags, rain gear, lots of bottled water, cooking supplies, tons of non-perishable goods we had in the compound, my pistol, and our bikes. And on Wednesday last week we hit the road! We had a plan together to ride five days up the coast and five days down, hoping to get to Tahquahmenon Falls. We're both avid bikers so we planned a really rigorous trip. It was such a great bonding experience for us. I feel like we're going to be okay. And on top of that, it was great to get out of town. I feel so much better about being alive right now.


A great lighthouse on the ride up north!




Tahquahmenon Falls, the biggest highlight of our journey. I was amazed we made it this far!










We stayed on this beach a little too long and got caught in this storm!

I would say the trip was a success. I used to go up north a lot with my family, but I've never seen the tourist spots so deserted as this time. I can't imagine anyone wants to drive up that way. We talked to a couple park rangers at Tahquahmenon, they were really impressed that we made the ride. It's pretty tough, but like I said, it was a fantastic trip. But now it's back to reality...and I'm afraid everything is exactly as we left it back in Ann Arbor, and maybe even worse. Like I'd assumed, my efforts to organize people and defend our small compound were pretty much instrumental. We came home to chaos, but things will get better again. I hope that they will.
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Laying Off a Bit [May. 14th, 2007|02:21 pm]
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So I've been trying to take it easy the past week or so. A little less working (don't get me wrong, I've been putting in 6-8 hours a day working on the stockade around our compound and making connections with other compounds that are raising livestock) and a little more chilling. We've been making a lot of music, smiling a little more, but I can't say that I feel any better.

Lauren has stopped sleeping in the same bed as me. I keep trying to make it up to her. I even brought her back a bouquet of fresh-picked wildflowers on my last long bike ride. I've been trying to talk to her. She doesn't believe me when I tell her that she means the world to me, and I really don't have any more ideas as to how to make this work. I mean, if someone outright refuses to listen to you, you can't really talk to them, can you? She's also been dipping into out alcohol stores a bit more, I think, and I don't know what to do about that.

Speaking of dipping into supplies, I proposed at the last meeting that we ration some specific food items. Not a good proposal, apparently. During discussions over it, several residents walked out. I withdrew my proposal: maybe now is not the time. Things seem pretty okay for most people, and they don't want to be thinking about the possibility of things getting worse now that they've at least stabilized somewhat.

But I am worried things will get worse. I don't want the people I care about to be caught unprepared. I've been riding my bike out to the target range lately. One of the cops who used to come into our deli, Chris, meets me down there every Tuesday and Thursday afternoon and we shoot clay pigeons together and talk about how things seem to be stabilizing, but might get worse. He's worried about feeding his three sons and wife, now that she doesn't have a job anymore. He's also worried about getting hurt on the job. I'm getting pretty good at this clay pigeons thing. I hope I never have to use the gun on any people. Chris has proposed we go hunting this weekend, me and him and his partner, Jeff. I think I'll go. Maybe I'll get some more food, and it'll be good to get away from home.
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Just Lay Low [May. 13th, 2007|07:15 pm]
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Sorry I haven't gotten a chance to update at all lately. Since the first break-in at our compound I've been throwing myself into planning better protection and, now that my cast is off (THANK GOD), putting those plans into action. I just haven't had the energy at the end of the day to sit down and pound out even a paragraph - not just that, but the blackouts have been increasing in length and frequency. I feel bad using electricity anyway. I'm getting really...tired, I guess, not just physically, but also mentally and spiritually. Nothing seems to be going my way.

Everyone is really tired of working. Nobody wants to worry about this anymore, and some people have just taken to trying to live life "normally" in the compound. They get mad at me when I ask them to help, or change their wasteful habits. Some people have even stopped showing up for their watch shifts. On top of that, which is bad enough, Lauren and I have been fighting a lot. For the longest time she has been the one good thing that I had to latch onto when everything else just seemed like total hell. She claims that I'm working too much and not listening to her. I told her that if I didn't, I didn't think anyone would do the work I'm doing. Because we've been fighting, I think I've been more interested in throwing myself wholly into my work: in the past two weeks I've finished six bicycles, learned how to fire the pistol we confiscated from the guys who broke into the compound (and found more ammunition, wow!), and designed some major improvements for our compound walls, as well as collecting most of the supplies I need to begin work on building them.

Now that the riots have quieted down, the area is living in a semi-feudal type of society, peppered with farming communes and more violent communities. I told Brendan the other night that I can't let us fall under the control of one of these groups: it's not right, not worth it, and not okay with me at all.

"You're the only one who cares," he told me, sounding a little bit exasperated.

"We have to protect ourselves, but we don't have to be on the offensive. A lot of these guys are interested in conquering the state," I said.

He re-emphasized that nobody else really cares. Everyone's tired, he said. Everyone's sick and tired.

"Don't get me wrong," I told him, "I'm sick and tired, too - in fact, I may be the most sick and tired guy here."

He said I had a point. And then he said maybe I should stop being so worried about everything.

Stop being so worried? I really couldn't think of anything else to say. My previous argument stands. I just can't stop fighting now. Not after we've accomplished so much. Not now, that we have so much opportunity to do so much more. But, like [info]miawithoutoil, I really don't feel prepared to deal with this new world. I feel cheated. I feel like it's all really meaningless. And not just the shortages, the violence, and the chaos, also the fact that I've been fighting with my girlfriend and my best friends over trivial things. What's happening to us?
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The Straw That Broke the Camel's Back [May. 11th, 2007|11:39 am]
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I just got some tips for securing the neighborhood from [info]rory23, one of which struck me as very ironic and oddly timed. Last night was a restive one in the neighborhood and sometime in the wee hours of the night our watchman set off an emergency flare. I couldn't sleep, so I was instantly on my feet, a piece of one of our boom mic stands in my hand. Three or four others were also out in the courtyard with me: Brendan, Mark, Tim, maybe someone else. The first light of day was shining over the horizon, and as we approached the gate the flare had been fired toward, we could see that it was open.

Mark peered out into the street and said there was some stuff out there that was burning, but nothing major. The flare lay in the middle of the street. It seemed okay. Brendan shone his Maglite around the compound. It was about when I'd convinced myself of a false alarm that someone jumped out from behind the nearest house and tackled Tim. He yelled as he hit the ground, and another guy came out from behind the house, running toward Mark. I intercepted him, tripping him with my weapon. He went sprawling across the dirt, and what appeared to be a pistol went flying too. Mark scooped it up and stuck it in his cargo shorts pocket.

The scuffle was attracting the attention of our other residents and a couple of people came out of their houses in pajamas and bathrobes, or with baseball bats or crowbars in their hands. I don't know what came over me, but I just started laying into the guy I'd tripped. I dropped my weapon even, and started whaling on him with my fists. I have no idea what really was happening, but the next thing I knew, Brendan and Mark were pulling me off the guy, and they had to hold me down a second to keep me from getting back up and starting to beat on the guy again. The other intruder had been subdued and Tim and Andy were talking to him, but the guy I'd been beating on was lying, shaking on the ground. My hands were bloody, some of it was his, but it really felt like I'd broken my fingers. I was shaking probably just as much as the intruder was.

"Get them out of here," I said. "Just make them leave."

Two of our residents helped the guy I'd beaten to his feet, and he lurched toward the gate, giving me a wary look. I guess at 5'4" in a half-leg cast I don't look that dangerous, but he sure knew better than that. His buddy was quick to follow him.

"Don't you ever come back!" I yelled after them.

I couldn't get to my feet I was shaking so hard. Mark shut the gate behind them and latched it - maybe it's time to get locks for those things.

"Let's get you inside, man," said Mark - he and Brendan helped me back into the house where we washed off my hands. They were really torn up from my furious punching.

With a little disinfectant and some gauze, all I had left was to make sense of what had just happened. Why did I feel the need to beat on that kid like that? He probably wasn't any older than any of us. He was probably just looking for some food. I couldn't stop shaking for the life of me, even when Lauren came downstairs and started rubbing my shoulders. I really didn't want to see anyone. I really didn't want her to know about what happened. I didn't want anyone to know about what happened.

I'm not like that. I'm not a violent guy. I really do believe that peaceful, rational discourse can solve all of our problems, and I'm hardly ever the first to fight. Maybe all this is taking a bigger toll on me than I originally thought. I don't feel well and have spent the entire morning lying in bed. I can't sleep or eat. I'm scared of myself. Maybe I just need some downtime.
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Turn Up the Volume (and Pray That We Make It Through) [May. 10th, 2007|08:19 pm]
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Everyone's really sick and tired of all the riots, break-ins, burglaries and random shootings that have been going on around here. One of our compound-dwellers, Mark, got held up on his way home today for his bike and his saddlebags full of scrap wood! He really had no choice but to give the four guys with pistols his stuff. I'm just glad he made it home okay. When he told us about it, everyone got really upset. I think morale is going to start becoming a problem here. We are well-fed, provided-for, and we have electricity most of the time, even if it is expensive. But our lives basically suck. All I can think about is how to protect this place. We're too good of targets when we go out because we're just cyclists or pedestrians...and usually we're carrying groceries or other supplies!

So this evening I proposed we all go outside into the garden and make some music. I play bass - and I just bought an upright before all this craziness started. Brendan plays the guitar, and Andy is a voice major. Lilly from the apartment complex plays the violin, and Mark, even though he doesn't have a bike anymore, still has his trumpet. Alex is a self-taught ukelele player, and we disassembled the drum kits in our basement so everyone could have a drum or a cymbal. We had so much fun! Even some of the neighbors came over and saw that we were jamming and brought their guitars or trombones or trumpets or violins - we even got a cello and a tuba in on the action! As a result, we have a bunch more friends, and everyone's feeling a lot happier. People who didn't have instruments or couldn't play just danced and jumped around. It was such a great release of energy! I can see this becoming a weekly thing.
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No Job [May. 10th, 2007|10:30 am]
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Well, that's it. The liquor store/deli where Brendan and I worked is now closed until further notice. Our bosses, two brothers, were kind enough to include us when they divvied up the remaining food/cooking supplies/booze. Our cupboards are now nicely stocked! We even have fresh milk, eggs, bread, wine, beer, deli meat, a couple massive cans of tuna, all the condiments you could want, gourmet chocolate, potato chips, and three different kinds of olives. Yum! They said they liked the idea of us getting it better than the idea of looters getting it - just in case. Vic was kind enough to drive it all over to our compound in his Armada, which I imagine must cost him an arm and a leg to operate, not to mention the dangers of getting attacked. He got some seriously evil looks in our neighborhood, so he wished us luck and got out of there as fast as possible.

I guess my job now is feeding and protecting the compound. We got our other neighbors, and the house that is behind the apartment building, to start building the wall around their properties, too. We tore down the chain-link fence between the properties and are expanding the garden. We have started setting out regular patrols: someone sits on top of the apartment building with a big Maglight and emergency flares from someone's car. If they see anything sketchy on the street below they set off a flare and there are always a couple of us awake. Usually me.

We managed to siphon a ton of gas from the cars around that hadn't been lit on fire in the riots two weeks ago. So right now, in my basement, we're sitting on about twenty gallons of gasoline. Although I don't know what to do with it, we did give five gallons to Vic when he dropped off the food. I think it's best to save for emergencies. I'm wondering if I can get my hands on a moped with a sidecar, we could use it to transport food. The other residents of our compound seemed to like this idea when I presented it to them during our last meeting. Brendan, Andy and I have started looking.

Tim has moved into our neighbor's house and is sleeping on the futon in their living room. I guess there's safety in numbers, and the kid sure does have a green thumb! The community is going really well, and leadership has kind of fallen to me, maybe because I seem like I'm the most with it. It's not as though I don't like the attention, it's just that I don't really feel qualified for such a place of authority. There are five residents of my house, six in the house next to us, five in Andy's house, four in the house behind the apartment building, and seventeen in the apartment building itself. That's thirty-seven people! I can't mess up - we'd be screwed. Our entire block would be out. On the other hand, as long as we work together, I don't need to do much else but coordinate.

I wonder if becoming this insular is good for us. The neighbors across the street expressed interest in joining our collective, and I don't see why not - they're just going to have to build their own walls.
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Green Cities in China [May. 9th, 2007|08:37 pm]
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I just read this story about Alejandro Guiterrez's green city project for Shanghai. Basically, they're turning this island at the mouth of the Yangtze River into a green city, complete with power plant fueled by burning rice husks! Originally, he was charged with the task of creating habitable space for humans while preserving the nesting grounds of the black-faced spoonbill. I emailed this story to my dad, who is working on some marine terminal engineering in China right now. He thought it was pretty neat, and that despite the world oil prices, the Chinese government still seems pretty keen on building his marine terminal. Investors will be harder to find, but there are still some who are interested, especially if shipping technology becomes more efficient. Unfortunately, he also said he might not be getting back stateside for another month or so.



Sometimes I wish I were studying civil engineering or urban planning instead of philosophy. This is something that could really make a difference - connected to the rest of the world while completely independent of it. What a beautiful vision for a city! Maybe we'll eventually get a place there, or get a place somewhere like there.
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This! [May. 9th, 2007|07:58 pm]
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I dug this up and did it, yeah?

I am:
Kurt Vonnegut
For years, this unique creator of absurd and haunting tales denied that he had anything to do with science fiction.


Which science fiction writer are you?

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