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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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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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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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Under the Radar [May. 9th, 2007|12:44 pm]
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I talked with the cops who came by the house the other night. It turns out one of the guys who was arrested just started ratting out people when they asked him about accomplices. I chatted the cops up a bit, and they decided that I was telling more of the truth than the guy they'd arrested. Turns out he was released on diminished bond because of his "confessions." Thanks a lot, guy. Way to be a real friend. I'm just really lucky that I was able to talk my way out of it.

My leg has finally stopped hurting 24/7. I'm moving around a lot better now, but it'll be another month or so before I get back on my bike.

After the first round of riots, there has been more violence here in town. It seems like it's moving like a wave from the northside where I live southwards - apparently two nights ago a gang of pillagers broke into the chemistry building and sacked a couple fairly secure storage areas before campus security arrived. Five of them were arrested but another dozen or so escaped - they're wandering around out there with stuff to make bombs, for god's sake. Could this be the beginnings of a kind of domestic terrorism? I've been reading about the development of pseudo-governments of outlaws in other areas. We're not going to get a large National Guard presence like I hear Detroit is getting because we're such a small place. Our police force has been stretched thin - you can see it in the faces of the cops who come to the deli to get sandwiches. When I ask them about what's going on out there they just say it's as bad as it seems. I told them about their guys who came by the other night to arrest me and they laughed - they're all campus cops, and it was a pair of city cops who were looking for me. No big deal, I keep telling myself.

But the emergence of vigilante justice worries me. In response, the cluster of houses on the corner of our block has been working on setting up some kind of group protection - we have been collecting scrap wood from the riots and putting up what I guess you'd call fortress walls. They are at their lowest points about 5' off the ground with a couple of gates facing the street. Right now this completely encircles a couple of houses: ours, Andy's, and the apartment building behind us. The apartment building behind us has a dirt parking lot that we are converting into a garden. There's a greater sense of security here now - I'm thinking it's probably false.

Nobody I know goes to their spring term classes anymore. We've been too busy working on repairs to our homes, getting together resources, and stuff like that. I guess some kids still go, because there are still posts to my class websites. I think my profs understand that I don't want to go to class when there are much more pressing matters at hand. I'm hungry...gonna go get a can of beans!
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AAPD vs. Critical Mass [May. 8th, 2007|06:23 pm]
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A couple of police officers showed up at my door while I was out, or so Brendan tells me.  They were looking for me.  Why me?  I originally thought maybe they wanted witness reports for the riot the other night, but if that were so, then Brendan could answer their questions just as well as I can.  They said they'd stop by this evening.  I'm biting my fingernails with worry because Dan called me to tell me that a couple of the Critical Mass guys were arrested for inciting civil unrest or something like that.  Why do they think we started it?  We didn't start it at all - really, the whole message of Critical Mass is a peaceful one.

I really don't want to get arrested for something I didn't do.  Both the Critical Mass guys who got arrested were avid bloggers - I'm wondering if that's part of it.  If so, then it just seems like a case of paranoia.  I can probably talk my way out of it - even show them this blog.  Because I'm not inciting any riots, in fact, I'm trying to tell everyone to get along!
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Shot in the Dark [May. 8th, 2007|11:30 am]
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We finally got out of bed about an hour ago to assess the damage.  Lauren is putting together some tuna sandwiches and I am sitting on the porch after having cleared away the broken glass from our front window.  I had to vacuum the couch so I could sit on it, but the whole neighborhood looks like a war zone now.  My neighbors are picking up trash around their house, scrounging around for usable stuff.  The cars parked in the street - a lot of them have smashed-in windows and have been flipped over, or burned.  My car is completely destroyed.  I don't even want to think about it.  Here is what happened last night.

Around 1, Lauren and I went to sleep in my attic bedroom.  So far, pretty normal.  As we were drifting off to sleep we heard some gunshots, the crackle of breaking glass and a car alarm.  It was finally here, we realized: the rioting was bound to happen to us.  The hippies had had enough.  Lauren got out of bed and looked out the window facing the street - she said she didn't see anything, but the sounds of more gunshots prompted her to come back to bed.

Brendan came running up about ten seconds later, and we could hear the sounds of people waking up downstairs.  We all went downstairs to check the locks on the doors and move some furniture up against the windows and stuff.  Luckily I decided to bring my bike into the basement, which Lauren had to help me with.

Within minutes there were students pouring out of houses, either engaging rioters or joining them.  It was utter pandemonium.  When the first crowbar hit the first car on our block, I swore: that tank of gas was for nothing!  We watched helplessly from our darkened living room as the chaos spread throughout the street for what seemed like ages.  It was really only probably about ten or fifteen minutes before the police arrived with tear gas.  I proposed we all go up to the attic at this point, because it was less likely we'd be affected by the tear gas up there.  There was more shooting - from the small window in the attic, it looked like the police were being shot at and pelted with stones.  Someone was throwing Molotov cocktails, which caught a garage on fire.  I was amazed at how long they stood their ground despite being antagonized like that.

It was kind of inevitable that the police would open fire at the student rioters.  I wish they hadn't - but simultaneously I wish they'd done so earlier.  Like I said, my car is destroyed, my front windows are all blasted in, and a couple of the rioters tried to get into our house to escape the police.  There wasn't much I could do, but Brendan chased them out with a microphone stand.

The radio is saying today that four students were killed and twenty-three injured.  It sure looked like there were more than that last night.  Out on the street today it's eerily quiet.  There is a police barricade at the intersection of my street and State Street.  We were supposed to get some people together for a bike ride out to the countryside today to get some groceries, but I think we're going to have to wait.  My mom just called to make sure we were all okay.  She was kind of mad about the car, but there is nothing I could really do about that.  I really feel like we're on our own now.
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Free Fixed-gear Bikes. [May. 5th, 2007|01:33 pm]
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Tim came back again for lunch today. He had with him a couple of tomatoes and a couple of cucumbers. He told me he really wanted to get a fixed-gear bike from me: I showed him my basement shop and the bike I was working on. It might be a while, I told him, because I've got a waiting list. The Critical Mass guys and I are cranking them out as fast as we can. I'm still taking classes spring term, so it's not like I have all day every day to do this, although it's getting harder and harder to get class work done when all I can think about is making bikes for kids who need them.
I guess in this town you don't need them so much, but a couple days ago Lauren and I rode out to Dexter and talked to some farmers about getting milk and veggies and stuff for our neighborhood. They said if we could transport the produce ourselves they'd give us a price break. I'm working on finding one of those bike trailers for kids: good for precious cargo no matter what you're carrying! Maybe we could get a group out on bikes with trailers and pick up milk and produce.

Brendan's store has been cutting him hours. They don't have any liquor or groceries to sell. Sometimes the produce distributor will bring them something and there will be some sandwiches, but even their formidable beer supply is dwindling. Don't get me wrong, I realize there are bigger problems, but how in the hell am I supposed to unwind here?

I've been reading a lot of stuff about violence around the country and I'm getting more and more scared. I can't say that I scare easily, but I'm an hour by car away from my family, and the more I think about what we'd do in the event of a real emergency the more I start to doubt that my friends and I are prepared. Our friendship and braininess are not going to get us through a violent riot or martial law, or a complete lack of food. We're really smart, but not in a way that would enable us to protect ourselves. I mean the books on my bedstand right now are important works, but all I really know about when it comes down to it is fixing bikes, cooking omelettes, philosophy of language, and playing the bass. I don't know if my skill set is really designed for survival, but I will try my damnedest. I can't imagine abandoning anyone in the posse, or really any of the kids in the neighborhood. We're all far from home and trying to make a new one, and threats to our little, tenuous community always seem huge.
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Break-in [May. 4th, 2007|11:47 am]
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Last night was really weird.  Lauren, Amy and I were over at my neighbor's house having some quality time on their patio, which is really cool, because it's actually a fenced-in bit of roof.  They had busted out a couple bottles of cheap wine for the occasion!  I was smoking a cigarette and looking over at my house, all the lights off to conserve energy, and I noticed something moving in the shadows on our back patio.  I wasn't really sure what it was, because we do get some homeless folks coming around and looking for recyclables, so I really didn't think anything of it.  Then I heard the door open.

I knew something was wrong - Brendan was at work, Alex was visiting her family back home, Irene was over at her boyfriend's house, and Amy was on the patio with us.  Moreover, if someone was coming home early, they'd at least light a candle in the kitchen.  I shot Amy a look, like maybe we should go check this out.  I know I was a little bit tipsy and I think that Amy was a little more far-gone than I was.  My neighbor Andy said he'd come with me, and he took an empty wine bottle.  I wasn't sure what we'd find, but I was pretty glad Andy was coming with me.

We decided to go in loud and see if we could startle whoever was in there.  I even turned on the living room light to make sure everything was well-lit and we could see everything.  Nobody in the front of the house.  Andy went into the kitchen first, turned on the light, and gave a shout!  When I looked, there was some guy in our fridge, just eating out of it.

Now, I realize food is hard to come by, but really?  We're barely scraping by as it is.  Turns out the guy's apartment building turned out a bunch of its tenants because they simply couldn't make rent.  His name is Tim and Andy invited him over.  I was mad he ate one of the oranges I had bought as a surprise for Lauren, but he turned out to be an all right guy.  I told him that if he ever needs food, he can come by and we can work out a deal.  There's always a couch to sleep on, too.

Maybe it's naive of me, but I really want to trust people's good intentions.
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