Wednesday, August 29, 2012
Once a journalist, no more partisan employment (and no more hucksterism)
Recently, I’ve noticed an interesting, if torn, poster near my UPS store pickup, “Campaign Jobs”, offering “full time career positions” and saying “work for clean air”. The organization was the League of Conservation Voters, link here.
At first glance, the site would appear to be quite partisan.
And that brings up a sore point for me. After “what I did with my life” in the 90s and 00’s, it’s really not feasible for me to become a paid employee selling any particular cause.
I used to think this was OK if I were just a paean, as I was calling for contributions to the Minnesota Orchestra when I worked there in 2002-2003 after my “career ending” layoff at ING at the end of 2001.
But, I became a (self-appointed) journalist, perhaps a “know it all” – and it’s surprisingly hard to help other people in a more direct way, particularly if it is paid.
It really strikes me now how the apparent self-sufficiency offered by the Internet (it's all "do it yourself" online) is breaking down social capital, and making old-fashioned community fundraising calls unwelcome.
Although, by way of comparison, I guess Anderson Cooper “paid his dues” when he started his own career (which I admire).
Another little photo from my recent excursions “out and about” was a trademark sign on the back of a utility truck for a contractor named “Handyman”.
That’s interesting to me, perhaps because of coincidence. In my novel, there is an “Academy” in West Texas set up to retrain laid off workers, set up by a rightwing group under the umbrella or penumbra of a company named “Handyman” – with a tagline, “There is no ‘they’”. It’s the old “we won, they lost” paradigm.
I also propose several other sequestered communities (sometimes called “intentional communities”). One of them, south of Charlottesville VA, is indeed a low-tech intentional community adjacent to an abandoned estate run by the CIA, to conduct “remote viewing” experiments to contact “the” extraterrestrials (or angels). But the participants have to remain earthy and unplugged. There’s also a religious ashram in Montana, and a test facility in Arizona, near the old “Understanding” saucer-house community. And finally, at a reclaimed “mountaintop removal” site, there is a landing strip for the saucers.
I’ve got to put all these pieces together.
I shot the following micro-video in an “extratropical storm” in Williamsburg (Saturday). The point of it will become clearer later. But it’s no “Sunday in the Park with George”.