wasn't supposed to be sitting in a bar, my right elbow bent like a
bastard, on the night of September 17, 2012. It was the anniversary
of Occupy Wall Street – a movement I've been covering for about a
year – and the plan was to be out in the streets, tweeting, taking
pictures, and scribbling obscenities in my notepad.
that you're making a documentary about baseball. But instead of
filming from the sidelines, reading up on the sport, and interviewing
players, you boldly bombard the mound, kick the pitcher in the dick,
and record the crowd's reaction. You'd probably end up with a movie
about angry baseball fans, and perhaps even be able to pepper it with
footage of yourself getting tackled by infielders.
On Tuesday, the Occupy Wall Street movement saw its largest resurgence of energy since most encampments were evicted last fall. In New York and worldwide, Occupy activists fueled an international day of action for May Day.This weekend, ROFLcon comes back to Boston. ROFLcon is an annual Internet meme conference (yes, a meme conference) that started in Boston in 2008.
are always ranting about how they've had enough, and about how
they're two minutes from taking up arms to defend their so-called
freedom. I hear it all the time – the chest-pounding usually comes
in the form of not-so-thinly veiled racist rants against the
president, or some comparable crapola cloaked in self-serving Second
long last, I'm having a New York City release party for my Occupy
book, 99 Nights with the 99 Percent. Better yet I'm doing it
the night before May Day (on Monday, April 30), and one block from
Zuccotti park, where this whole thing began. If you're in the area,
it would mean a lot to me if you stopped by.
There were some
significant legal precedents set in Manhattan today. New York City
criminal court judge Matthew Sciarrino, Jr. ruled that Occupy Wall
Street protester Malcolm Harris – one of hundreds arrested during a
direct action on the Brooklyn Bridge last October – has no standing
to stop authorities from subpoenaing his Twitter account.
Readers of the Phoenix don't need to be told that CHRIS FARAONE has got #Occupy coverage on lock -- you've been reading his dispatches from #OccupyBoston (and Wall Street, Florida too many more to list . . . ) since the beginning of the movement. Still, we wanted to point out that we're not the only ones who think Faraone's shit is awesome.
least one group of protest fans expects Occupy to stage a significant
Spring comeback. The gushing observers were out in force yesterday,
tailing rally-goers on a march through downtown and Faneuil Hall.
Sure, Boston police have shown appreciation for Occupy before. But it
was still impressive to see so many of them dedicate their whole
Sunday to the cause, and to playing along with their very own April
of all, I want to say that everyone feels just awful about the polite
woman who lives in Harbor Towers, and who had to sit in traffic for a
full half-hour one day last Fall on account of Occupy Boston marching
down Atlantic Ave. In a way, she's a bold representation of all the
apathetic martyrs who've been inconvenienced by the countless people
who are standing up for jobs and civil rights.
some Phoenix readers might know by now, my first book, 99
Nights with the 99 Percent (Write
To Power, $14.99), drops softly around New England this week.
Subtitled “Dispatches from the First Three Months of the Occupy
Revolution,” at its core the project is a time capsule from the
center of last year's biggest news story, written and presented with
an irreverent stank on it.
best way to comprehend the nuts and bolts of the American political
machine is to work for it. And so I did. For Newt Gingrich.
in downtown Manch next to a cigar shop, the office broadcasts the
message that Newt wants you to know that the good people of New
Hampshire like him. Really like him.
Enough with all the bullshit about how much New Hampshire residents
know about politics. And about how everyone who lives here has had
numerous dinner dates with each of the candidates, in which they've
discussed Iranian nuclear proliferation over porterhouses. It's
nonsense, and if you don't believe me, then ask any average
“undecided” voter what they think of Rick Santorum's foreign
policy, or Ron Paul's vintage collection of Nike Airs.
Dispatch from Boston Phoenix New Hampshire correspondent Dan McCarthy:
– Rick Santorum wants to be like Ronald Reagan in the 1980 campaign
New Hampshire Primary. He wants to compare his plight here against
Mitt Romney to how the Gipper came around and whooped George H. W.
Bush, who eventually conceded and accepted the VP nod.
noon start time there are hardly more than 100 folks milling around
Duarte Square, an obscure triangular slice of real estate on the
northwest corner of Canal Street and Sixth Avenue in Manhattan. It's
a certifiable Occupy event, complete with street theater, balloon
metaphors, and an impromptu curbside teach-in on the evolution of the
American police state.
my favorite sources for both information and entertainment have
blessed us this week with multimedia assaults concerning the Occupy
movement at large. One is the activist gang at Strange Famous
Records, which assembled the progressive rap dream team of Sage
Francis, B. Dolan, Toki Wright, Jasiri X, and Buddy Peace for an
important public service announcement: “Film The Police.