Occupy Vancouver Day One

Who IS that masked man?

Who IS that masked man?

Julian Assange: no wonder I love this man

Julian Assange: no wonder I love this man

Oh Julian, the Sexy Jedi look suits you.

Actually, you have to respect that; the man is under house arrest (still no charges laid, please note) and still he comes out in solidarity at the OccupyLondon protest, mask and all. And here’s me, staying up till 4am removing all my ID and sign-in apps from my iPod and thinking about taking off my nail polish to be less recognizable. Live and learn!

We are all Anonymous now. The institutions that we’ve built, paid for, worked in, with, and against, have become like those sentient robots in the old movies: we built them to help us, and instead they’ve enslaved us. They’ve taken away our very humanity, so that we really ARE anonymous, so much so that there’s a general push on the part of our organizations to force us to carry identification at all times, because the institutions control the access to indentification and thus to identity itself. They first depersonalized us and then told us we had to carry our serial numbers at all times. Without ID, you essentially don’t exist and you cannot claim any rights in our current climate. Not when things like the Patriot Act exist, when the governments of most Western nations collaborate with bloody dictators to circumvent the Geneva Conventions. Go on, carry your driver’s license, and realize that ICBC is collaborating with the Vancouver Police Department to provide face recognition software so you can be tracked, even while obeying the law. Just in case the government needs something on you. And don’t forget that the gap between the richest 1% and the rest is larger and growing faster in BC than it is in the US, and that Canada has more billionaires per capita than any other nation.

Long ago I wrote about the Manual of Afghani Jihad and the Japanese Kamikaze documents, and said that if our world had anything as spiritually compelling as those documents, we would solve most of the world’s problems. Alienation would be a thing of the past instead of the universal constant.

Well now alienation is a weapon.

Anonymous and similar groups have answered that call. Here is their manifesto, in video form, from that pinko muckraker Charlie Chaplin. Why not? We’ve heard from George Carlin and Fran Lebowitz on Occupy Wall Street. Why not Charlie Chaplin?

Dude has it going on.

While we’re at it, let’s hear from Oscar Wilde on Occupy Everywhere:

“Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth.”

– Oscar Wilde

Occupy Comics!

Occupy Comics!

Here’s a slideshow of Occupy Vancouver shots from News1130 (and hey, if you’re done with your Nony mask, I could really use one! Hint! Hint! I’ll be the one walking around without a Nony mask!):

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Nice work.

There’s a fantastic roundup of shots on TheCrunchyBanjo, far better than I could ever do, so DO take a look through them all. Here’s just one:

Occupy Together at Occupy Vancouver by Max Hirst

Occupy Together at Occupy Vancouver by Max Hirst

And an aerial view of the protest:

Occupy Vancouver from the roof of the Rosewood

Occupy Vancouver from the roof of the Rosewood

and a rather poignant Anon:

Anonymous Janis Joplin at Occupy Vancouver

How IS Bobby McGee these days?

Let’s see what the Powers That Be have to say about this…hmmm, how about asking the head of the Bank of Canada, a former Goldman Sachs-er:

Demonstrations like the Occupy Wall Street protests, which will hit Canadian cities this weekend, are a “democratic expression of views’’ and “entirely constructive,’’ Mr. Carney said.

“It makes it more tangible, the challenges that that economy is facing, and it makes it more important to demonstrate success on issues such as financial reform,’’ he said.

The words that Mr. Carney applies to the civil disruption carry extra weight because the Harper government is pushing for him to become the next chairman of the Financial Stability Board (FSB), a group charged with co-ordinating the overhaul of international banking regulations. There is widespread fear that, the more time that passes, the tougher it will be to muster political enthusiasm for reforms, against which the financial industry is lobbying furiously.

Mr. Carney has been a fierce critic of the industry backlash and has vowed to counter it.

What is this? I can’t even…I think my brain just broke. Even the 1%ers are on our side.

Here are some cool, free-use logos for the 99%. If you see Conrad Black using them, well just take them away from him. He’s a stateless, convicted felon desperate enough to try anything, tho, so be prepared for ninja moves. Slooooow ninja moves.

I am the 99 percent

I am the 99 percent

The 99% has a significant sub-percentage of hipsters. Well, what else are you going to do but protest if you’re an over-educated, underemployed or unemployed person who cares about what the world is coming to and worries that if you don’t speak up NOW, you may miss your chance forever? You protest. And then you party.

http://twitter.com/#!/cameronreed/statuses/125372402166272002

Radically awesome.

and now, more from My Imaginary Boyfriend, Julian Assange.

Want to know what the future looks like, Vancouver? It looks like OccupySpain, that’s what it looks like. And this is what THAT looks like:

Spain looks pretty occupied to me

Spain looks pretty occupied to me

Occupy Vancouver, T minus Two Hours

Occupy Vancouver Flyer on Seymour

Thought I’d swing by the Art Gallery and see what was shaking. Nothing was except for a security guard who is worried that Anonymous means to blow stuff up. I told him he was taking V for Vendetta too literally, so if you’re wearing an Anonymous mask, go up and shake his hand. Say Hi. Rickroll him. Just don’t blow his shit up, okay?The signs say you can’t stake your tents, so that leaves weighting them down with sandbags or bricks. How you’re supposed to get sandbags and bricks past security, I do not know.

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There are already two groups camping out; didn’t see any tents but there were sleeping bags and folding chairs. The place is floodlit and the CBC has a van parked on the grass (which surely can’t be LEGAL, can it? Oh, you one percenters and your sense of privilege!). I wonder if anyone’s going to go up the Hotel Vancouver and rain Champagne corks on the protesters below.

Vancouver Art Gallery Fountain and Hotel Vancouver

Vancouver Art Gallery Fountain and Hotel Vancouver

Vancouver’s a city of renegades: even our rich people are a little off, so I anticipate much randomness tomorrow. Rumour has it that the official Facebook OccupyVancouver is a front run by the police. Rumour has it that all #OccupyVancouver tweets are actually printed out by the VPD and collated for later reference. Rumours will say anything, but it’s kind of irrelevant if you keep this in mind: All the more reason not to pay attention to any of the “official” groups and take from each source only the things which strike you as of value. Not to get all revolutionary on you, but the closer you publicly identify with any one group, the more predictable you become and the easier you are to control. This is, I remind you, NOT what you want.

If you want to know what you’re allowed to do within the law of BC, here is the Civil disobedience guide. Remember, there’s absolutely no point getting arrested for run of the mill asshattery. You want to get arrested for changing the world for the better, if you want to get arrested.  Because if nothing else, you gotta explain why you’re late to work on Monday, and “I wanted to be this guy” won’t cut it.

Like I said on Flickr, you’re not allowed to stake your tents, so you’ve gotta weigh them down with sandbags and/or bricks, and yeah, good luck bringing THAT past security. Who the heck thought THAT was a good idea? I suppose for “green reasons” you could reuse fat tourists, but I’m not sure there are enough to go around.

The Plan: pic seven

Lotus leaves at Sun Yat Sen

Lotus leaves at Sun Yat Sen

Those of you who’ve been following the ol’ icecoaster adventures during my sojourn in Upper Muskox will be familiar with my Plan posts, in which I lay out one productive thing to add to my life over the course of a week (no sense rushing into things impetuously, like moving across the country etc, nossir. Not my style At. All.) and which subsequently goes entirely haywire. And here is another; you must be thrilled!

Back in the day (as we who are old enough to remember those days say) I had a Polariod Joycam, and I loved that mofo like a very bestest imaginary friend. I took it everywhere with me, as it was small, light, and also a mere $20, which reminds me of the Finnish nickname for a cellphone: Yuppie Teddy Bear.

Perfect.

Living Room

Operation Global Media Domination Global HQ

Anyway, the Joycam still exists (can you spot it in this shot of my living room? Probably not, I think it’s on the floor under the four laptop bags) although joycam film has gone to that Great Photobooth in the Sky. Well, not quite: it seems Impossible Is Nothing, or rather Impossible is Possible at the Impossible Project, which makes and sells instant film for existing Polariod cameras, so there is hope for those of us hopelessly addicted to Polariod Dry Transfers and their artsy crafty ilk.

Distractions of Thrift

Distractions of Thrift, a polariod dry transfer by Butter Fry

Such as mine own self.

But where was I? Yes, eulogizing Polariod. It’s what Hipstamatic is a pale, robotic image of. Duty done, moving on.

I have one professional-quality 35 mm SLR (no D!) that I inherited from my mother, and two digital cameras thanks to my friend, photographer and social media maven Cathy Browne, who gives me her castoffs every time she trades up (and long may she so trade!). I’ve been running around for weeks with one or the other in my backpack, and finally decided to get some use out of them, reviving my old Pic a Day practice. I found it refreshed the way I look at the world as I pass through it, as well as provided a reason for me to get out of the damn apartment. Sort of the same effect as when I first began blogging, and I found it forced me out to get material. So you may see a weekly roundup of photos, at least one per day; then again, you may not, particularly if you don’t read this blog every day and if not, what’s your goddam excuse I’d like to know? EH?

In any case, here are some shots from today and last night. I’m too lazy to embed them all individually, so here’s a slideshow via Flickr and Vodpod. Don’t let anyone tell you the Downtown Eastside is a wasteland: this is what it looks like.

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GPOY: OccupyEverywhere Edition

Power to the People

Power to the People

Ever have one of those days where you’re all, I GAVE Peace a chance and ten years later we’re still in Afghanistan? No? Just me then?

OccupyVancouver

OccupyOttawa

OccupyToronto

OccupyVictoria

OccupyEverywhere

October 15.

Expect us.

Hump Day Unicorn Chaser: kittehs edition

a bitch slapper is essential equipment

a bitch slapper is essential equipment

It’s been that kind of a week. Ah yes, welcome back to Vancouver, self!

UPDATED TO ADD something I need to keep in mind on G+ as well as in meatspace:

I am NOT the Jerk Whisperer. Wait, I'm not????

I am NOT the Jerk Whisperer. Wait, I'm not????