(from addair)

I’m in the early stages of working on an art show/happening and am interested in getting your feedback.  The following is a rough draft of the event’s manifesto (entitled “starter kit to actual rebellion” – I’ve posted a portion of it before).  The show’s intent will be to gather and empower people toward education and action.  The “starter kit” will be printed on a single sheet of paper in a text-as-art format and distributed through an interactive art installment.

Send me your thoughts so I can make it better (it’s a long way from finished) via the comment feature or you can email me (see “about addair”).

beauty keeps me grounded in the important (photographs from our visit in bristol, tennessee)

Starter Kit to Actual Rebellion

We are living in an illusion of wealth, progress, and democracy as we drown in loneliness, apathy, and toxic waste. The powerful pretend to administer resolution while exploiting our lifeblood. It is time to rebel because the injustice has pervaded nearly every inch of everything. We are poisoning our bodies. We are poisoning our air, water, and soil. Too many of us have lost a sense of community and our connection to place. Too many of us wake up only to move through the motions of a vague purpose, to earn the right to survive in a system that sours the condition of life. Our vitality is reduced to the breadth of endurance while material goods and fleeting facades serve as a poor substitute for the richness of the human experience. We are forced to run in a race that we cannot win. We are sick. We are guilty.

Humankind has adamantly placed itself as exploiter of nature, rather than recognizing its place as member of a living community and so we are detached from our environment. We are made helpless and foolish by our disconnect and ignorance of how we get our food and other basic needs. We are so sheltered from the natural rhythms of our earth and our sustenance that we forget our basic dependence on it.

gives me hope

 We take but we do not give. Careless urbanism has stolen many opportunities for simplicity and leaves us with compromised and limited choices. We are enclosing ourselves in stores of sewage and waste; we are relentlessly administering wreckage to ourselves and future generations.

The economy’s primary objective is to create more consumer goods: not wellness, education, or less poverty and hunger, but to produce more stuff. This stuff costs more than the dollars it takes to purchase it; consumer goods are drawn from the Earth and eventually they are returned to the Earth as harmful waste. Other costs include the energy it takes to construct and deliver the products, leaving the water, air, and soil defiled and depleted.

in redemption

What we consume affects nature as well as our daily experience of being. We consume and we let ourselves be fed with readymade answers and identities. We’ve become pawns, distracted from the real venture of living. We don’t make meaning, we buy a packaged version and it has drained us of our own humanity. We are trapped in an arbitrary and flawed system that insists we consume more to secure prosperity but in the same motion dooms us to hollowness and collapse. Purchasing might provide a rush of temporary amusement but the void is insistent, creating an empty cycle. A system that centers on self indulgence and competition has left us isolated and cold. The present economic system is not a natural one, it is not sustainable and it is crumbling. If the economy doesn’t work for us, then we have the right and the duty to overthrow it.

To keep the monster functioning we must feed it, without the fuel of our participation it must die. We can rebel and take our culture and lives on our own terms. Science, technology, or politics won’t assuage our crisis. We will continue to make a forever updated mess until we reevaluate our standards, thinking and ways of relating. The solution will take time, energy, creativity, and courage. The necessary rebellion is dangerous and authentic because it requires a shedding of apathy.

and love too

We must become fully connected and present to bloom in the responsibility of being a human. We need to fuse our individual actions to the fact that they have real, lasting, and communal consequences. It is time for a rebellion because it’s necessary, but know that it comes with responsibility. To maintain liberty, we must learn to sustain our significance. We do not have to participate in perceived power structures. We have the power. Ban together. Forget about party affiliation. Refuse to be divided. Act for yourself and for others. Vote with your dollar. Give your money to real people that make real meaning. Don’t feed the monster. Eat real food. Support your local economy.

for all the corrupt, we cannot ignore this

Take the little steps and make the stout ones in chorus. Don’t wait for government action. Speak up. Urge elected officials. We can stop fighting the source of our sustenance and start living in a symbiotic relationship with it. We can reclaim our right to enjoy the authentic pleasures of living and loving and working. Wake up and do the things that are important and that you care about. Everyday.

(from addair)

(from addair)

We’re trying to keep Christmas centered in love, peace, and connectedness and so our gift to my dad, stepmom, and little sister was time together making art.  We limited our materials to create a cohesive look but turned everyone lose with their creativity.  Of course, it was all about the process but the product is a pleasing little series that looks very merry hanging on their walls.

by Levon

by Shelia

by Dad (Glen)

by Cameron

by me (addair)


Christmastime in Tennessee has been white.  The stovetop simmers with soup and the showers are steaming as red hands and toes are rehabilitated.  Its good to be snowed in.

(from Levon)

Grace Acres Farm has been a factory of elves lately.  While our gingerbread panels were baking, stockings were being constructed and theater productions rehearsed.  Cinnamon and cider was on the stove and we braved ladders outside to light the house.  Ashley was thrice victorious in Settlers of Catan (the German board game “Die Siedler von Catan”).    Ysa and I were momentarily arch rivals but we have since resolved our differences.

Meghan, Frankie and I saved the world from potential doom in Modern Warcraft.  Frankie and I knocked out some basement walls with a sledgehammer and saws-all to make way for a train set and a music room.  Then we sat in stalled out 1984 Ford F250 along-side a highway in Manassas, VA and talked about how fun old vehicles can be sometimes (like my 1976 Datsun stationwagon).  As we waited on Rebekah to bring us a new battery a sranger walked up and brought us coffee, saying that he didn’t much about trucks but he was pretty sure we were cold.  Merry Christmas to that guy.

Ashley and I are now Westbound in a F150 loaded with all of our NYC belongings, and our dog who is now trained in chicken herding.  We crossed the state line from Abington, VA into Bristol, TN just as Levon Helm was singing “Tennessee Jed”  from his new album Electric Dirt.  We’ll soon be in Western KY where we’ll land for a while with my side of the family.  I’m thinking John Prine’s song “Paradise” will be appropriate for that leg of the trip.

(from addair)

(from addair)

The following is a flyer my Mom and I created for her farm, Grace Acres, in Bealeton, Virginia.  If you’re in the area go visit, but even if you’re not this is good information.

the grace acres girls

Grace acres believes that the lifestyle of the chickens and their environment directly affects the nutritional value of the food they provide.  Our organic chickens freely roam our two acres and the surrounding land, foraging for their natural diet.  No pesticides or herbicides are used on the property, insuring chemical free eggs.

Most of the eggs currently sold in supermarkets are nutritionally inferior to eggs produced by hens raised on pasture. The 2007 Mother Earth News egg testing project found that, compared to official U.S. Department of Agriculture (USDA) nutrient data for commercial eggs, eggs from hens raised on pasture may contain:

  • 1/3 Less cholesterol
  • 1/4 less saturated fat
  • 2/3 more vitamin A
  • 2 times more omega-3 fatty acids
  • 3 times more vitamin E
  • 7 times more beta carotene

The difference in nutrient levels are most likely the result of the contrast in environment, lifestyle, and diet of the chickens. True free-range birds eat a chicken’s natural diet — all kinds of seeds, green plants, insects and worms, along with grain or laying mash. Factory farm birds never even see the outdoors, let alone get to forage for food. Instead they are fed the cheapest possible mixture of corn, soy and/or cottonseed meals, with all kinds of additives (mother earth news 2009).

We currently raise several breeds of chickens, the color of the eggs is determined by the breed of the chicken.  You will find a variety of egg colors in your cartons:

rich dark brown: rhode island red

light brown: red star, wyandotte, orpington

blue: ameraucanas

(from Levon)

I’m taking the old Neil Young adage for a while: write a song everyday and keep it if it’s good, throw it back if not.  Part of me objects and asks what I would do with that many songs, the other part of me asks, “who says I’ll keep one?”  So I wrote some music this morning and then when I got down to what I really needed to say, decided to write a blog.  But then I needed some coffee and when I returned  from the kitchen my library book, which is due on thursday, was beside the computer and I remembered I needed to finish it.

earlier this year on Wall St.

The book is on world monetary economics from 1914 to 1944, and in my empathizing with the Great Depression I persisted in some day trading and market watching of my own, comprised mainly of monitoring the closings of my ebay auctions.  Feeling satisfied in my thrift shop treasures finding new homes, I sat off on a walk to pace my mind with the rhythm of my steps, to write that song and contemplate the folly of the last century’s central bankers.

As it turns out, neither ebay nor monetary policy are conducive inspiration for a poetic walk in suburbia on a grey December morning.  I returned to work on the music instead, and record it in garageband as to not forget it.  A few emails, more coffee.  I have about fifteen unfinished song fragments now recorded in garageband.

I’m sorry Mr. Young, I can’t seem to do it today.

(from addair)