Thursday, November 7, 2013

We've MOVED

by Gabrielle Price

I hope that everyone who has followed us before will continue to do so here:

www.trcgreendragonpress.tumblr.com

Our original URL will point there after the first of the year...if we get past Fukushima's 'solution' this week...

Regardless, I have decided to leave Blogger [owned by Google, which has turned to the dark side] for climes adjusted to young audiences who need this information more than us older folk do.

Pray they share it, pray they see it, pray they take more action than my generation...

I'm shifting my focus to artists -- to youth -- they are inheriting this mess -- so I feel obligated to go where they are...and Tumblr speaks to my photographer heart.

There will be posts from contributors from here, there and everywhere -- we have to build upon what we've done -- to build something for youth to follow or we're not worth our salt as ancestors.  And that, my friends, is my life's goal. To be a good ancestor.

I hope you will join us at : www.trcgreendragonpress.tumblr.com.  Pretty soon the regular URL will point there anyway, so c'mon in now -- I will leave the 'ask' feature open after the holiday.

It is time to shift -- I hope to see you there.


Saturday, July 6, 2013

Senator Dick Durbin Believes The First Amendment Doesn't Apply Here

by Gabrielle Price

[h/t to at FAIR blog: Dick Durbin Wants to Stop You From Being a Journalist]

Illinois Sen. Dick Durbin tells you which parts of the First Amendment apply to you.

[Earning that first name in all caps...]

Please note: Being a senator doesn't make him journalist, either, yet here he is writing in the [floundering] Chicago Sun-Times like he knows a thing or two about it.

By this line of thinking, he could complain that not everyone who writes a book is an author and not everyone who runs for public office is a politician. The first amendment applies to every citizen with a voice -- unfortunately, big money has drowned out many new voices but NOW an online press can and will drown out these obsolete, corporate pucker-ups.

If this swine can convince you he knows better than you -- what's next? 'Who's a real musician', 'who's a real painter', 'who's a real person'...oh, shoot...I forgot, these dinosaurs already believe corporations are people and money is speech.

Mr. Naureckas, writing for FAIR makes the case for new media which old media can't seem to wrap it's senile brain around: "Twitter, Facebook, Reddit and even Instagram are all, guess what, media outlets–that is, institutions whose primary purpose is to distribute information to the public. (Their names appear in bold in FAIR materials because we bold the names of media outlets.)"


Even CNN should be able to agree with that assessment, even though their coverage of the Boston Bombing proved they're laughably abysmal at gathering information on the net.
Did you check your pack before you jumped?


Dick Durbin, you played yourself. So has mainstream media and the time has come to exit the stage. Don't let it escape you that many entered from the left but they are now all exiting stage right. Eventually, some will come crawling back, crying that the corporate parachutes they thought they were wearing were actually rucksacks full of propaganda and fossilized thinking.

I'm really quite enjoying this last curtain call and I don't even own a television. The dog and pony show was old and predictable ages ago.

Here's a thought...perhaps mainstream media could redeem itself by investigating this? Last time "real journalists" looked, it wasn't a cold case.  Sorry, MSM pundits, anchors and car show models -- it's not a sound-byte, I know...and it won't fit on a Twitter update...but that wouldn't be considered 'investigating', now would it? 
The First Amendment (Amendment I) to the United States Constitution prohibits the making of any law respecting an establishment of religion, impeding the free exercise of religion, abridging the freedom of speech, infringing on the freedom of the press, interfering with the right to peaceably assemble or prohibiting the petitioning for a governmental redress of grievances. It was adopted on December 15, 1791, as one of the ten amendments that comprise the Bill of Rights.
Yes, there will be an exam later...

Friday, July 5, 2013

Today's Refreshments, July 5th

photos by Gabrielle Price

Hydrangeas, zucchini, broccoli and local blackberries - courtesy of the best neighbors I've ever had. Fine euchre players to boot.
We'll be shredding and freezing half of this for making bread. The broccoli gets eaten tonight.
A bit tart but delicious - froze these this morning for cobbler tomorrow.

Thursday, July 4, 2013

Independence Does Not Exist On The Net

by Gabrielle Price

If Independence existed on the net -- you could grow your own food on it, speak plainly without being spied on and do what you like and say what you like with no other repercussion than the block you live on.

Okay, look.  I've been gone quite awhile and understand the myriad notes and messages I have received in regards to the 'state of the nation' but if you look through my archives, you'll see that I was quite concerned before many movements even showed up on the scene and now dripping off the lips of people new to being pissed off, like some loose change dangling from their gobs.

I've taken some g'damn time off.  I deserved it.

It is not my fault that shit went to [the fifth or sixth circle of] hell while I was away -- shit was in the seventh circle in my mind over five years a ago, so I've been a little busy making plans rather than talking about them here.

In the same breath, I can say that during my 'hiatus', I've become quite the grounded, calm and busy person.

I've moved into a homestead in southern Indiana, quite literally two years before I imagined doing so and now that I have, I've been busy getting to know my neighbors, community and growers.  This is what I have always preached and am now putting my words into action.  Am I late?  Am I a newbie?  Of course, I am.  But I am coming at it with the intent of every word before it -- the intent has always been there because I spoke it.  Either aloud or through this venture.

Recently, much more than words have been demonized -- the whole world is watching this country squirm in its collective easy chair and many saw this coming, including myself because of the teachers I had.  Do I feel bad for those who did not see it?  Of course.  Do I feel bad for those I warned over a year ago who still feel the need to squirm?  Not necessarily.

There is always the sense of 'oneness' and in the same breath, I can say that oneness does not occur automatically.  Not through blessings, not through faith but through trial.  Through the mud and muck only does the lotus blossom.

Well...I'm in the place I need to be because I never questioned the path that led me to where I am.  I may have questioned others who sought to show me a different path -- but inside, I maintained my own and that made all the difference in the world.
"As time passes we all get better at blazing a trail through the thicket of advice." - Margot Bennett
This was a quote that hung steadfastly through a myriad of experiences -- and those that dispensed with advice were taken lightly, especially those that were living in the city and those that felt the need to dispense advice to me when they did not know me from Adam.  [Even folks that thought they knew me ten years ago, don't recognize photographs of me then.]

This is what happens when one chooses truth -- which is akin to tripping down a rabbit hole.  Sometimes you come out the other side ready to slay a Jabberwocky and sometimes you come out ready to take some time to yourself before picking up that sword.

Well...I've taken that time.  Others may bitch about it, complain that I have not done enough or given enough.  Money never meant a thing to me -- it was only ever a means to an end.  But in my life, it was the end of a marriage -- the end of my passion.  Asking for it on behalf of a greater cause, only left me hungry and without a roof over my head.  So I got wise...r.

A job [as an independent contractor/call analyst] fell in my lap -- it's not sexy, it's not fun, it's not even interesting -- but it gets my bills paid and it keeps me in a place to afford me to do THIS.  WRITE.  And contribute to others who are trying to do the same.  SO...

My Independence Day screed ends like this:  I did it my way.  I never begged -- I asked politely with the support of others and ALWAYS tried to offer something in return [a tee shirt, a mug, a photograph].  I never stole.  I never borrowed to build TRC.  Those who gave, believed.  Those who did not but shared/reposted, did what they could.  Now, I do it MY WAY.

And that, my friends...is independence. If you don't like that, you can eat a bag of dicks. I have many people to thank but from here on out, I speak my mind without fear, without apology, without regret.  Because I am motivated to do so by no one...but myself...and my ancestors. I found a way to make it work.

After the month we've had -- I feel a duty to be here -- even if only a few posts per week, I can no longer stay silent.  I no longer feel pressure.  I no longer feel weight.  I know longer feel beholden. I no longer have to answer to anyone.

I feel...FREE. And THAT comes with some responsibility.  I feel confident that everyone can agree on that.

Sat nam ~ Gabrielle

The Truth by Prince on Grooveshark


Sunday, March 31, 2013

Announcement from TRC's Founder, Gabrielle Price

Greetings.

Over the last 4 years or so I've been a news analyst focused on economics, energy issues and the environmental crisis.  Most of my work here and the work of my contributors -- many thanks to them -- will remain here, but this blog is on hiatus while I work on getting some books ready to publish.  

For those not familiar with this outfit, TRC has been a one woman production since the start.  As proud as I am of what this blog represents and what I have learned from the experience, quite frankly, I'm tired and ready to try something new.

I've not yet decided whether the blog will act as a conduit for what I'm currently doing -- or if it should be left 'as is' -- like an archive for research on particular topics.  It has been a serious undertaking so I'm unsure about turning the thing on its head.  I'm a big fan of reinvention and metamorphosis, but I also welcome reader's opinions on the future of this outlet.  This is no small decision for me, personally.

As far as seriousness and objectivity in journalism, I'm in agreement with my long-time hero, Dr. Hunter S. Thompson, when he said in his enlightening book, Fear and Loathing on the Campaign Trail, '72, "So much for Objective Journalism. Don't bother to look for it here--not under any byline of mine; or anyone else I can think of. With the possible exception of things like box scores, race results, and stock market tabulations, there is no such thing as Objective Journalism. The phrase itself is a pompous contradiction in terms.”

In times like these, I can hardly argue with that statement. People involved in journalism may scoff at this -- but consider his mention of 'stock market tabulations' and this quote takes on an entirely different patina in 2013.  Married with box scores and race results, it really is just a numbers game and a ponzi that most folks simply don't care to understand.  The problem with that is -- it's going to hurt a lot of those people whether they understand it or not.

The real objective data is scientific and unfortunately, that has also been demonized and marginalized into some sort of whacky cult-like frame.  Hmm, when has this happened before? Compared to the impossibility of 'infinite growth' [a more dangerous cult that has led us right off a fascist cliff], you can well imagine how difficult it is to discuss, let alone teach, anything of importance without the thick cognitive dissonance on both sides of the political spectrum.  A crazy train with two cars and one engine, owned by oligarchs, which derailed a long time ago.

Politics has brainwashed people into thinking that PR is truth, that personality and popularity is more important than the need for large social movements and more recently, that the left believes human rights stop at gay marriage while neglecting the environment.  Don't get me wrong -- I'm all for marriage equality -- but what about the human right to clean air, food, water and safe communities that aren't slowly poisoned to death for profit?  What good does it do any married couple, gay or straight, if the home they create together sits near a fracking site, a slowly rotting nuclear plant or tar sands pipeline?  What if the state they are married in is sued by Monsanto?  The right to marry seems rather low on the priority list when one considers the amount of species going extinct on a daily basis.  Quite frankly, marriage equality should have been squared away a decade or more ago.  What year is this again?

Understanding is the key word here and to come to it, there must be learning.  To that end, there must be information and hard data made available for people to prepare for the worst -- which simply is not happening. So how can people prepare for economic collapse, food shortages, climate chaos and loss of liberties when they aren't being told that these things, based on verifyable, scientific data are even happening?  How can we have a democratic system with a corporate and state controlled media?

The Grumpy Cat short answer is, NO, we can't. It's too late, votes don't work and petitions barely scratch the epidermis of the elephant in the room that is now shitting on the coffee table.

There is no left.  The left is a hollow shell of what it once was.  Once this administration 'leaned forward' for the right -- the left followed suit, inching us closer to this most unrecognizable state of the union. This is bat country. This is what Hunter Thompson feared. This is the system I now loathe.

Call it a lovers quarrel with my country that has reached the point of penning the "Dear, John" letter.  Perhaps this is what my transition feels like -- a divorce from an abusive, co-dependent relationship with a gambling addict on too many meds.
"It's not me -- it's you. You're just not attractive anymore. You've let yourself go and I'm just not that into you. 
I wouldn't have stayed this long if I didn't feel strongly about you and I certainly wouldn't have spent every dime and sleepless nights researching, investigating and sharing the information I [and others] felt imperative to share.  Interventions haven't worked and I've had enough.  I cannot be friends because it would just be a lie.  We'd be fooling each other and I refuse to lie to myself any longer.  I deserve better.
I will always remember how we used to be."
It's just past time for me to begin a new chapter. Actually, and quite literally several.  A children's book on permaculture is in post-production and my first book [said with tongue in cheek: "the magnum opus"] of a four year journey is also being polished for publication.

The candle has been burned at both ends in regard to news analysis and now I'm in the middle with no wax left -- no passion for it -- no way to refill my cup by continuing.  I hope that people have seen what's right in front of them but I don't intend to keep trying to convince people they've been duped. This is something that will come to them in time, most assuredly so.

In many ways this decision is bittersweet -- TRC has been a big part of me for a very long time and it has taught me more than I ever imagined...even things I wish I hadn't learned...but that is the nature of truth.  It aids us in our personal growth which must include a painful pruning now and then.

The Refreshment Center will remain here and I do hope you will leave comments and share any posts that move you, taught you something new, caused you to be inspired or pissed you off.  Anger is a gift when used in the right way.  I'm going to try a bit more sass and humor or I'm apt to become one bitter old broad.  My grandmothers, who are no longer here would wag a finger and have a few words to say about that.

My personal transition is one I've not written about in awhile, and this is something I wish to focus on.  Working on the books is a good first step to letting more light in -- especially since the children's book is a collaboration with my daughter, who will be illustrating that tale.  This is the soul work that I need to fill my cup. My refreshment center, if you'll pardon the pun.

Two words I hear consistently echoed during this most incredible upheaval in the history of humankind, that I pass along as the best advice I can give, as it is also the advice I am taking myself:  Carpe Diem.

I thank you all for your support and readership and hope you follow the progress of the books, which will be updated here, on Twitter and at the new Facebook page. Now open : sass and humor being served.

"Res ipsa loquitur. Let the good times roll.” ― Hunter S. Thompson