occupy wall st.

a quick link for those looking for info. i can't be there, so i'm sending support in the form of some non-perishable foods from the stockpile.

https://occupywallst.org/

some info from that site:


"Where: Liberty Square (How to get there)
Help & Directions: +1 (877) 881-3020
General Inquiries: general@occupywallst.org
Press Inquiries: press@occupywallst.org
Mail
The UPS Store
Re: Occupy Wall Street
118A Fulton St. #205
New York, NY 10038
Money orders only please, cannot cash checks yet. Non-perishable goods only. We can accept packages of any size. We're currently low on food."

there are apparently some restaurants and food services that are taking phone/credit card orders to deliver food also. check these out before you use them....


added: it's spreading, so if you can't make it to New York, check here. remember, they all will need support!


http://occupytogether.org/

thanks, and more later!

kate

great blog post on the Rubber Tramp Rendezvous

great blog post over at "RVly ever after" about the RTR. so sad i missed it! check it out:

http://rvlyeverafter.blogspot.com/2011/01/rubber-tramp-rendezvous-quartzsite-az_29.html?showComment=1296408519891#c8579735365047561120

rubber tramp rendezvous

the first annual Rubber Tramp Rendezvous has been set for this coming january near Quartzsite, Arizona. there have been alot of gatherings of vandwellers of different sizes and in different places around the country, but this will be slightly more structured (as much as you can structure a bunch of nomads) and hopefully a larger gathering than any before.

January 13- 23, 2011
on BLM desert land near Quartzsite Arizona

you can read more about it here, at Bob Well's site:

http://cheaprvliving.com/Renezvous.html

hope to see you there!

the first thing you see: part 2

when i am at an encampment, i usually wake up at first light. camp is silent save for the occasional nicker of a horse. on this morning, i stay in my blankets beneath the small square of oilskin that is my home for the week. i have water and jerky in my pack, and eat while i wait for the sun to rise.

this is the first thing i see as the light grows. i slow my breathing in an effort to slow time.....i do not want this moment to end. sounds around camp pick up....wood being chopped, tent stakes being hammered, dog soldiers calling out to each other. smells of woodsmoke and bacon cooking drift on the air. barefoot children gather on the pond banks, then come to squat by my shelter to show me the frog they caught. i plead amnesty for the frog....they cheerfully grant it. the sun burns off the last of the mist, and i know where i am.


i am home.