Grrrr…..

*press release from friends in Philly*

On the morning of Friday, June 13th, 2008, plainclothes detectives and a Ninth Precinct Police Captain entered a Ridge Avenue home without a warrant and arrested four Philadelphia community members – Daniel Moffat, Trevor Burgess, Andrea Okorley, and Jennifer Rock. These residents were pulled from their home at 1652 Ridge Avenue, arrested, and detained without charges at the Ninth Philadelphia police precinct for over twelve hours. Less than twenty four hours later, almost half a dozen other law enforcement agencies, including the Department of Homeland Security and the Housing Authority, had conducted a tour of the property, and the Department of Licensing and Inspections had closed and sealed the property.

>While police claimed entry to the property under the pretext that it was an abandoned building, the residents of 1652 Ridge Avenue have owned and lived at the property for up to four years, while they worked on and improved their house. They have been active members of the Francisville neighborhood – partnering on community food distribution and community garden projects, among others.

On one of the hottest days of the year, these community members were locked into police cars, waiting to discover the nature of the criminal charges against them, as multiple officials searched their home. “They said it wasn’t an arrest,” says Mr. Moffat. “The police captain [Wilson] said he’d do me a favor, and put us in a cell because it was so hot outside. I asked, if we weren’t being arrested, why we were being sent to be processed in jail? He smiled at me in a joking manner, and said, “Call it a kidnapping.” That was my last word with Captain Wilson before later that night, when I was in jail.” Moffat and his housemates were never charged with a crime.

The residents of 1652 Ridge Avenue learned that night, while in jail, that the Department of Licensing and Inspections had written up their home for multiple code violations – and that they would have only a few hours the next day to retrieve personal possessions, before the house was sealed to them and all other nonofficial entrants. When the residents returned to their home the next day, they found that personal papers, books, and computers had been rifled through or confiscated. Trevor Burgess, who returned to his room Saturday morning under police escorts, noted, “The only thing I really noticed they messed with was my photographs. All my photographs were just, like, torn through and all over my room. [The policeman] kept asking me about the photographs.

“When I was allowed to enter the building, to get stuff out, when I got to my room, my room had been thoroughly searched,” said Moffat. “My computer was gone. I was informed that the Department of State had taken my computer for evidence. I couldn’t find my phone list that was posted on the wall. I couldn’t find a notepad with a bunch of my notes in it. I couldn’t find this little book with a lot of phone numbers in it.

Residents stress that this incident happened just a week after they had begun circulating petitions about police surveillance cameras that had been installed in the neighborhood. Francisville, which abuts the newly affluent areas of Fairmount and Spring Garden, has seen a rise in police presence and in residents being asked for identification in their own neighborhood and in front of their homes. “It’s clear to me that you don’t have to be doing something wrong in order to be targeted by the police,” said Andrea Okorley. “The fact that we were communicating with our neighbors about the presence of surveillance cameras was threatening enough.

These residents have called on press to not only hear their story, but to deepen coverage of increased police presence in the city – and the ways in which the city is driving out residents who have lived there for generations. “I want to go home,” says Jennifer Rock. “But this is not an isolated incident. So many others are losing their homes or their freedom – and they can’t be here to speak today.

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If you’re in Philly, you should definitely lend some support

I’ve been raving about this for weeks now. Southern Style pulled pork done vegan. I am reposting this from our vegan potluck blog

Vegan Pulled Pork

I had this at a Memorial Day BBQ in Pittsburgh, PA. It’s soy-free, wheat-free, cheap, and oh-so-tasty. I mentioned it to a friend and she pointed me to this blog post by Sara of Vegangelical.

I recommend reading her post, but here it is in three easy steps.

  1. Make BBQ sauce.
  2. Saute two cans of young green jackfruit for 5 to 10 minutes.
  3. Simmer the jackfruit in the BBQ sauce for 1.5 to 2 hours. That’s it.

This recipe is so easy, though it does take a while to make the BBQ sauce. You’ll need to get the jackfruit in brine or water, NOT in syrup. I got mine from an Asian grocery for .79 a can.

I don’t have a set recipe for BBQ sauce, but here’s the basics:

  • 1 medium onion
  • 2 32oz cans of tomatoes (diced or crushed works best)
  • 1/2 cup molasses
  • 1 tablespoon each garlic, chilli, and cayenne powder
  • 1/2 tsp liquid smoke (hickory seasoning)
  • 3/4 cup apple cider vinegar
  • approximately 1 cup turbinado sugar, agave syrup, or maple syrup

Saute onions. I sometimes use a little bit of rum or Irish whisky to add depth to the overall flavor. Throw in the rest of the ingredients. Simmer for two to three hours, stirring occasionally, and add spices or other ingredients to taste. Enjoy!

a brief interlude in NYC followed by quick visits in two parts of PA

upon our return to NYC i decided to spend a day or two before heading westward to Philly and Pittsburgh. All of our roadtrip crew met up for breakfast at Curly’s. Arial had been talking this place up on the trip as the ultimate vegan comfort food. I had a “Buffalo Chicken sandwich” which was very soggy but tasted pretty good. I think they could have done better by marinading the “chicken” rather then just dumping/dipping buffalo sauce on it right before making the sandwich. Ariel got a impressive “thanksgiving dinner” with greens, seitan turkey and some sides. Sabrina however got stiffed with a terrible looking chili-cheese fries. I realized part-way through the meal that i had been to this place a few years earlier and remained unimpressed.

I spent the rest of the day wandering around the city, spent time at Bluestockings books and coincidentally or not ran into a friend i was intending on connecting up with. Later in the evening i called a friend who i though might still be in NY and he couldn’t hang out but he told me that “Thee Silver Mt. Zion” was playing in Brooklyn that night. I was way jazzed on the idea of seeing them but also had to get the logistics of getting my bag from Brooklyn to L.E.S Manhattan and getting back for the show. Luckily the show wasnt all that crowded and i even got a scalped ticket for $5 below the door price! Silver Mt. Zion were riveting. I made it back to my cousins apartment not too late and crashed out, planning on taking the Chinatown bus to Philly the following day..which i did

Montreal

I had been both excited and worried for weeks about making it up to Montreal for the Anarchist Bookfair. everything worked out fine. Ariel, artnoose, and Sabrina made for fine travel companions as we roadtripped north from NYC. Had some good conversations and saw a lot of trees on the drive up. We arrived past midnight, but our host was still awake and had even managed to have rooms set up for us since her roommates were gone for the weekend.

Saturday morning we got up bright and early and made our way to the bookfair. It was very similar (in size and content) to the Bay Area bookfair except that Montreal is of course bi-lingual and there were a number of Francophone vendors. I saw many familiar faces though a lot less then i do in the Bay. We took turns at the table for Little Black Cart Top sellers were Steampunk magazine and stuff from Black and Red. People seemed impressed that we came from the Bay Area for the event (only two of us did even though LBC is technically based in the Bay).

After the fair we went out to dinner at a Caribean place and had spinach-and-potato roti and ginger beer. The waitress was very friendly and helpful and had also been artnoose’s last customer at the bookfair. After dinner, we dropped stuff off and then artnoose and I were meeting a friend of hers to play the Village. However by the time we got over there folks were headed out for something else. We instead played Balderdash and Scattergories which was fun nonetheless, although lower-key then we were expecting.

Montreal is kinda schizo being totally bilingual and culturally very French and very english, -totally hybridized. Mark Twain once said that “You can’t throw a brick in Montreal without hitting a church.” I appreciate the sentiment but didn’t notice an overabundance of churches.

We left late Sunday afternoon and made it back to NYC again at midnight.

Durham to DC

Many of you may have been wondering where i’ve been the past few months (or why i havent been blogging). In vague terms i’ve been in a slump, immobilized by choices and indecisiveness. I have been however looking forward to a trip to the east coast. And now for almost a month i’ve been visiting and reconnecting with people that have been a part of my life at various times and epochs.

First off. I flew to Durham, North Carolina to visit someone who’s been a close friend since i was 6. The occasion was his graduation from Duke Law. Two more of my “old-school” friends came out for the event and we had a good time bowling, playing horseshoes, drinking beer and trying to master Wii Baseball. Later in the week Dan’s family came into town for his graduation. The ceremony itself was boring-as-expected-of-graduations-with-the same speeches etc. It was nice to get quality time with old friends and to see a bit of Durham/Chapel Hill. If you’re ever here go to the Green Room.
It just a bar but its very special. Lots of pool tables, a free and fantastic shuffleboard and a great jukebox. Sunny Day Real Estate on a jukebox?? yup. Also the Green Room was briefly seen in the movie Bull Durham.

I hung around long enough to manage a ride north with one of Dan’s roommates who dropped me off in DC (well technically College Park MD). Once again the theme of my trip was reconnection so i got in a visit with TJ and Sandi whom i befriended when i lived in Brisbane, Australia in 2004. I hadn’t seen them since but it was great to catch up. Their roomate Elie has the sweetest video gaming setup ever with a projector in the basement hooked up to a computer with PS2 controllers and a ton of emulators. I think he also had cable routed through it, some savvy shit… pretty fun though when we had Bomberman going and then Mario Kart and later worked my way though Altered Beast. Ahh nostalgia. Major props to all TJ, Sandi Elie and Kara for being such awesome hosts.

It was great seeing a city with new eyes and i walked myself silly in DC. Hit the vegan spots (Soul Veg, Sticky Fingers Bakery) and hung out with W. at the comic store. Spent a lot of time wandering the U district taking in the city. Unfortunately i couldnt be bothered busting out my camera at all in DC.. i need a smaller camera and i swear ill be a snapshot fiend.

My next stop was briefly NYC before heading to Montreal with friends. For some dumb-ass reason i took the overnight Chinatown Bus from DC which got me into the City at 430 AM!!.. So sleep-deprived and disoriented and laden with backpack i set off into the wilderness of the Lower East side. Thankfully to New Yorks credit there is a ton of things open 24 hours so i wandered to a couple of different coffee shops to wake up and wait until a reasonable hour to connect up with folks….TO BE CONTINUED

I was recently introduced to B. Traven and i think im in love! I picked up a used copy of the Death Ship, a story of a sailor left behind by his ship in Europe with no papers, passport or anything, a “non-person”. He wanders from country to country, getting into brushes with the law and various increasingly absurd situations. In a form similar to Kafka he ridicules the bueraucratic forms that harass him at every turn. Half-political satire and half rousing adventure. This book was first published in English in 1934 (German in 1926).

Traven was quite the character himself. He was a participant in the German Revolution, exiled, travelled extensively around the world under different identities. He also authored the “Treasure of the Sierra Madre” and a series of books on the Mexican Revolution…..(read the wikipedia article for more)

book cover

I am also a fan of the typography used on this edition of the book. My copy doesnt have the banner across the middle.
This is the 1961 Lawrence Hill & Co. reprint. The editions after this one had terrible covers in my opinion.

“I would give the second tenth of my million to find out who it is, in reality, that makes the laws about passports and immigration.
I have not so far found an ordinary human being who would say anything in favor of that kind of messing up of peoples private affairs. It seems to me that governments have to mess up things to create new jobs for officials and to produce evidence of their god-given right to collect more taxes.” (p.48)

I salute you. B. Traven, author, adventurer, anarchist, exile!

damn you coconut!

so its been forever since i’ve done any personal update. I’ve been pretty busy recently working at People’s Donuts (for those of you who haven’t heard the Bay Area now has vegan donuts!!!). So im working now as a baker and delivery person and for the next three weeks im actually in charge (Ahhhh…) People seem to like the donuts though so thats exciting. Hopefully gonna debut a carrot cake donut in the near future.

so other things,
The title of this post alludes to my newly discovered coconut allergy. A couple of weeks ago i ate some “bad” coconut milk and had a crazy reaction to it. We’re talking severe allergic/borderline Anaphylaxis. Good thing it wasnt actually anaphylaxis cuz id be dead. but symptoms were similar: swollen throat, stomach ache, ichy face and flushing.

Today i tried a bit of dessicated coconut thinking that the reaction was just to some bad bacteria in the milk, but nope. definitely allergic. so Damn you Coconut!, my first ever allergy.

other news i’m back in the scene (whatever that means)
I’ve been going to punk and hardcore shows again (something i havent done since i was maybe 15-16) and its great.
Feels good to have so many friends around and be introduced to amazing new bands. Show last night at the bike kitchen (yeah i know!) was way fun. had Punch, mohoram atta, outraged and houses. Missed M.A but was impressed by houses and blow away by Punch. It was a homecoming of sorts for Punch and everyone seemed to have a blast.

Tannneries-support : news, account on the mobilisation, and victory!

Dear friends,

At last, here comes an update on our situation! Our apologies to all our
international friends, comrades and supporters throughout the world who
have been awaiting this long for news, but as you can imagine, we’ve
been really busy. Anyways, it’s more than time to confirm the rumour
that’s been spreading for four weeks already: we might not have won the
fight, but we definitely have won the first round!

First of all, we want to send our warm greetings to all those of you who
made this possible, by sending protest letters, faxes and e-mails, by
threatening the council by phone, by organizing protest actions in your
cities and in front of your embassies, by staying with us, be it for a
night or for a week, by sending us encouragement, greetings and
energy. More than ever, we feel part of a thriving & vibrant community -
made of affinities without borders, seditious complicities, wonderful
people and practical solidarity.

Then, we want to stress that our struggle is not just local, and that
our victory can only be partial when other autonomous spaces such as the
Köpi & Rigaerstraße in Berlin, Ungdomshuset in Copenhaguen, Blitz in
Oslo, Ifanet in Thessaloniki, as well as miscellaneous social centres in
Amsterdam, Barcelona and elsewhere are being threatened or destroyed.
We believe in reinforcing the informal links that bind us, in standing
together, in resisting together! Read the rest of this entry »