wordpad.exe SUXX!!! (A)(C)(T)(I)(V)(I)(S)(T) (T)(I)(M)(E)(S) The Giuliana is Finished! Long Live Giuliana! ]]]]]]] ]]]]]]]]]] ]]]]]]]]]] ]] ]] ]] ]] ]] I S ]]S U E ]] # 2 2 5 ]] ]] ]] ]] ]] ]]]]]]]]] ]] ]] ]] ]] ]] ]] ]] ]] ]] ]] ]] ]] ]] ]] ]] ]] ]] ]]]]]]]]]] May 19, 2000. The day the kangaroo came into the court moon. Dedication: Michele Baloden, Clara M, Michael, Roy Rogers trail mix, a dog named Rena, Dave, Laura N., Karla, Peter T, Bob G., Emily (for the asparagus in balsamic!) Roy B., Martin E., and you! Imagine wind blowing like a socket around your skull. It was important that somewhere between age 6 and 16 each child must lose all their creativity, spunk, basically their humanity. That's why we worked with Dell.* Pick your corporate entity. How many big macs do you have left if you eat 3! TWA 1964 - let's fly to stereotypeland. Greetings, You might already know by now that every full moon we here at ATI try to write all or most of this rant on a Trash-80 model 100 laptop, outside under the stars. Then we null modem it into a 386 with a 3.5 a drive and then it's ready for markup on bigger machines. Well today is no exception. 'cept I can't see the stars because it's 710 pm my time. Wait, there's Michael Bolton, that yutz. OK, some of the stars, but definitely the less (or more???) nebulous ones. Well, what else should I write about tonite besides the full moon? Well, there's the fact that I've been using the word "well," far too often lately. Perhaps trying too desperately to sound deep? Well, let's see, there's Rudolph and his eight tiny yaks, stepping down and handing Hillary perhaps her easiest conquest of her adulthood. Unless of course, you count bedding the hottest youngest, hippiest law prof at Yale those many years ago, back when that was the cool thing to do, why they almost even made her an honorary she-member of Skull/Bones. Was that her conquest or Bill's? No one's talking. Then there's a bunch of new laws passing in congress that no one understands yet. Not even the people who penned them. What's up with that??? Look out. This is fixin' to be some interesting decades ahead of us. No more "me" generation, eh? Should we call this 1 the yak generation? The Hak? Or the gen hex? Or how about the lovebug decade? There's something sublime about living in a country where one of our recently assassinated presidents would have had his 83'd birthday May 29th. He was our youngest president so far too. Well, what were YOU doing last millenium? I was still in diapers. Calgon, take me away! I wanna get my hair conked, I wanna eat grapes again. I wanna get my kicks before this whole spitfire grill goes up in flamewarz. Can you play Jacobson's Golden Tee '99 Golf in a bar without forearm smashing or heeling the screen with your right hand after every drive? Especially the ones that hook? Can you? Well can you? Five people in a row last nite, couldn't. Betcha can't. Leather pants are making another comeback. I don't remember being bothered by each of the other leather renaissances, but you know what? This time it just looks downright strange. Weird? A little contrived? Especially in the summer time, eh? Imagine buying a rottweiler, naming him Satan, teaching him to guard your house because you've been robbed three times since a year ago, and coming home from work to find out someone stole him? Happened in England last week, swear. Had I smoked "Thai Stick" many a time in the 80's, would it really have been hooch laced with opium derivatives? Oh boy, here we go again. Your two main choices this election are 4 more years, versus 4 more wars. And what if you want both? Vote. I bought Peter Tosh's "Mystic Man" on vinyl in a used record store the other day, and reaching inside, was given the strange pleasant surprise of something else instead of Tosh in there. Dr. Dream's "Don't Mean Maybe." 8 songs on side 1; 9 songs on side 2. Great, thanks, but where's my Peter Tosh?? Well, I'm prime anarchist, and I wrote that. #'s? U wan' numbers? http://flag.blackened.net/ati http://www.stealthismovie.com/main.html http://flag.blackened.net/daver/pics/fence3.jpg http://www.changemusic.com/John_R_Powers,_Jr/Default.asp http://www.killerbutterfly.com/index_2.htm http://www.angelfire.com/nc/Bubbasurvivin http://napalm.firest0rm.org/issue5.txt http://www.dkp-ml.dk/mp3/folk.htm http://www.ragbaby.com/magazine http://www.nothing-to-fear.org http://www.arcticquest.org http://www.ct2600.org http://www.walmartyrs.org http://mp.ntx.net/cgi-bin http://www.mp3.com/zoetrope http://www.mp3.com/MarcoCapelli http://soback.kornet.nm.kr/~pixeline/heeyun http://www.totse.com/files/FA048/hempfact.htm http://www.aclu.org/profiling/report_incident/index.html http://www.recordernews.com/2000/0326/locnews/inmate/inmate.html http://www.artswire.org/ncfe/sum97/excerpt.htm http://secure.progressive.org/mpespada798.htm http://www.NobodyForPresident.org http://www.peacenik.com And when counting beginning with 0, #'s always come first, and LETTUCE comes next... "you're PRIME ANARCHIST? OH MY GOD I HAVE READ EVERY ATI EVER!!!!!!" --anon to activist times: (invocation to Mr Yak milk) Oh Mr Yak milk you are so big So very very big Like totally utterly huge I kiss your smelly bits and flick snot at all who opose you Cheers Tim FUCK OFF I DID NOT SUSCRIBE TO YOUR SHIT ONE MORE EMAIL AND IT WILL BE SPAM FUCK OFF I HAVE UNSUSCRIBED [collected from usenet. no name left] OPEN LETTER TO NINJABOY: and anyone else within earshot, you'd asked about other forums for a-16 type stuff, I recommend you go to http://www.freespeech.org and view one or all of the three clips about Jenene Garofolo playing Anita Hoffman in the "soon to be a major motion picture" "Steal this Movie." Then after each movie it suggests you participate in any of half a dozen forums. Take your pick. I didn't see one about that movie, so you'd have to start your own thread, but there were three or four pretty charged up a-16 ones. I'll be of course starting an anti-SOA one because that issue is so dear to my heart, but may I rant for a second? Thanks. IT'S THE SAME FRIGGING ISSUE ABBIE HOFFMAN AND AMY CARTER CHAINED THEMSELVES TO FENCES FOR IN THE LATE 80'S IT'S THE SAME REASON ABBIE STOPPED BEING A YOYO CHAMP AND A PHARMACEUTICAL SALESMAN AND STARTED ACTIVELY PARTICIPATING IN BIRMINGHAM AND NASHVILLE, AND IT'S THE SAME REASON THERE'S ABOUT TO BE 40 FRIGGIN DAYS IN WASHINGTON DC ON THE TOPIC OF "A CULTURE OF NON-VIOLENCE." Thnx. oh, and did I leave out it's also the same issue as to why a huge coalition of old ladies marched on the capitol in the 1880's or 90's. Peeps, I want revolution just as much as the next peep; but I also want it to all come down in such a way that we don't harm too many of the plants and animals around us. There's the rub isn't it? Here's to non-violence or non-existence. -Malcolm Eleven A DREAM I had this dream I thought you were there Jumping from star to star And sitting on Saturns ring Is where you'll find this Queen & King Traveling and sliding down the Milky Way A sun ray shining on a golden desert On a sunny summer day Feeling trapped like a mermaid But on earth from space Knowing from dreams there is a better place Dancing with the trees and the bees In this RAVEN madness Trying to deal with things through this And keep away from sadness A butterfly waiting to come out to fly as high As it can go and SHOUT Shout through creativity to open up the doors Of time so people wont be blind And when this puzzles complete by me I will have the key To do and be what i want to be And than i woke up was it a dream,was it a dream, was it a dream,was it a dream??? OR IS THIS MY REALITY written by Hardcore pink girl http://www.hardcorepinkgirl.com/////////////// ON SOME ROADS A Saga by Aaron Kreider (Continued from last issue. The "Season Finale") [ If you wanna read the whole thing as one long t-phile goto: http://www.etext.org/Zines/ASCII/ATI/trilogy ] 05.22 Next morning (perhaps around 9:30am) I wandered down to the highway and fairly quickly got a ride (within half an hour or so). I was very fortunate to find a truck driver going to Portland! All the way to the west coast, though a little south of where I wanted. He was from England, had travelled around Australia, Canada, and was now staying in the US. He became a truck driver last September when he lost a lucrative power-line (maintenance?) contract. Since he needed more money to support his EIGHT kids, he was training to be a helicopter pilot. He picked me up because he was a Christian (relatively morally conservative one) and he said that. Maybe too because he'd also wandered around. He wanted to move out from Wisconsin to North Dakota or Montana and really liked the mountains. Unlike other drivers, he was athletic and was planning on going on a good jog once he reached Portland. He even had a little barbell weight to lift with one of his arms while driving. By 2:37 p.m. (or 1:37 as the time changed somewhere in mid North Dakota) I was at N 46 16.153 W 106 18.349, part way into Montana. By 6:57pm (I've now switched to central time) I was at N 45 45.845 W 111 11.164 a little bit before Butte where we spent the night. I ate more snack food (granola, chocolate chip sesame (seed and oil) chopped walnut applesauce coconut maple sugar clear the fridge special cookies, dried apricots, raisins, and that was about it!). We both really enjoyed the mountains and the great views! We went to sleep just around sunset. I had a little trouble getting to sleep (hey it was only 8 or 9pm) but managed to do so. We slept at a truck stop where the restrooms were closed and where for about 20+ minutes a number of young women held a small dance (several truckers honked at them). Quite strange. 05.23 Next morning at 8:07am we were at N 46 52.474 W 113 53.299 in Missoula. By 12:55 (or now 11:55 pacific time) I was in Spokane, WA at N 47 35.676 W 117 29.832. I decided to get off there since it was a bigger looking town (on the map) then anything else near the split where my driver was going south to Portland whereas I wanted to keep on trucking (unintended pun) to Seattle. So I got off at the second truck stop on the west side of the city. There I hitched near the interstate entrance, by a telephone post that had a LOT of hitchhiker graffiti. Mostly complaining about how lousy the spot was. Someone had hitched from Kentucky and engraved that. This was the only hitch-hiking graffiti I'd seen all trip. While riding, I saw a couple hitch-hikers, but never met anyone. There was a nearby police station and a no-hitch-hiking sign nearby and a cop car or two passed, but didn't bother me. It was also right near Spokane's airport, so there was a LOT of traffic. The pull-over area was pretty bad. I think it took me about two hours to get a ride. Maybe less. The surprise was that I got a ride from a woman about my age (first woman driver and only one of the nine rides). She was a little abnormal, but in the good (non-dangerous) sense (unlike the first driver who seemed like he could be dangerous - perhaps when drunk). This was the first hitch-hiker she'd ever picked up, and I warned her that hitch-hikers were dangerous and that she shouldn't pick us up! She was thinking that she'd hitch sometime and would want to get picked up. I also persuaded her as to the merits of train hopping. She'd just got back from a month or so backpacking around Europe (alone - but had met people) and showed me pictures of that. I played a song or three on the harmonica for general amusement (I'd brought an harmonica which was a very good idea since you can play it with one hand while you use your other to thumb a ride - gives you something to do). She was a moderately neurotic driver, focussing as she said on the 'big picture'. As a result we would often be going the speed limit (or even less) in the left lane and get passed by a lot of cars on the right. She didn't like driving alone (another reason she picked me up). We stopped off at a grocery store in Ellensburg to break the monotony of the ride, and because she wanted strawberries. I got a grapefruit and two kiwis (Mmm, though the kiwi was far too sour and eating grapefruit in a moving vehicle is a messy process), for less than a dollar. We also stopped off by the Columbia River which flows in a canyon and the area was very scenic. She took my picture there (hope it and the other seven or so pictures turn out!). And saw some horses. I forget their exact name but someone either carved them out of stone or wood and they can be seen from the highway. I called my parents from a gas station to see if they knew anywhere I could stay in Seattle in case I didn't get a ride that night to Vancouver. They offered to pick me up, and I, a bit tired from the vagaries of hitching a couple thousand miles, accepted and arranged to meet them in Issaquah. By 6:08 p.m. Pacific time in N 47 32.323 W 122 02.227, my driver let off by Issaquah, WA. I walked around the town (I did this in a couple towns, especially during the Greyhound return trip when I spent 75 hours going from Vancouver to Philadelphia!). A nice place. Very very green. I read some of my "Canadian Revolution" book and eventually got picked up, hit a Denny's on the way home (I ate curly fries) and then crashed in Vancouver. End of story. Or is it? Finally I'd reached home. AKA N 49 14.629 W 123 11.804 (taken from my room) Conclusion Having packed all my food before, I spent around $3.50 on the trip (mostly on cold pop and the dollar for the tramp). So it's very cheap if you have the equipment (large backpack, sleeping bag, map). I hitched about 2300 miles in 4.5 days. If you got lucky and tried to get rides at night (instead of sleeping) you could do it in less. It's more fun and comfortable than taking Greyhound, though slower as you don't go non-stop (sometimes Greyhound will let you travel anywhere for $59 one-way - which is a really good deal if you have a good book and are ok riding buses). I've heard that hitch-hiking in the South is not a good idea (police), and that for women it's very easy to get a ride but you should be extremely selective. All of the people who gave me rides were very nice, though perhaps the first guy wasn't the safest person. It's nice to know that there are people in America who will go out of there way to help total strangers (drivers are known to drive out of their way to drop you off - the first guy did this a bit). Note: all longitudes and latitudes are given in minutes (aka 88 '57 is actually 88 57/60) Appendix A. "Talking Hitch-hikers Blues" (written on the road - Woody Guthrie, Pete Seeger, and Phil Ochs all do several "talkin-blues" songs) It started out west out on a turnpike When with a destination I decided to hitch-hike Made-up a sign, stuck out a thumb, and started this song on my guitar* to strum Hitch-hiking blues (*"gui" is pronounced like "Guy" in french, as in Guy Lafleur*) Well, one car passed and then another A truck passed and then another An hour passed and then another but I wasn't getting no rides Drivers on the fly, while I stand the interstate by Going nowhere (fast) Hitch-hiking blues A PAWN PRESS RELEASE For Immediate Perusal. 1-800-anarchist ext. WRLDNWZ for more info. ==Nasty New Worm Proliferates== The CDC (center for distress control) has issued an advisory that a viral pneumo-worm has finally been released. This strain is much more obnoxious than happy95, unhappy99 and even the herbalthelovebug virus that attacks address books. Explaining the process is Captain Dreadnaught, a security analyst at Computational Computer Computing, Incorporated, a think-tank in Alexander, Virginuous. "Well, basically what it does is sets a cookie crumb into your hard drive if you're using version 48.9 of Winthose2000. And the minute you open up your Inert Exploder browser, it changes all your bookmarks to sites like http://www.softpinkxxxgrlz.com, http://www.touchmymonkey.netor http://www.havean.org/asmic/time.html This gets people in a lot of trouble with spouses, parents, children, local law enforcement and sometimes even makes their ISPs mad at them." Dreadnaught went on to say this virus is not harmful in any other way, that's why his thinktank is using the words "obnoxious" rather than "danger" as you are in no particular danger other than having your whole mind [expletive]'d with. CCCI recommends you clean out your bookmarks file, cache and favorites after every session if you know anyone "faint of heart." Floss twice daily, don't buy Worldbank bonds, and as per usual, says the CCCI, people with diabetes should never order the white bread at any Subway counterfood Sandwich Shops. HOW DO YOU FEEL a prose poem My job this life is to comfort the afflicted, and afflict the comfy. If you don't notice that my "salary" is bigger than yours, I'll betcha you're looking through the wrong set of eyes. If you can recognize how fulfilling it is being the "poorest" in your hood, then those are the ones. The right set of eyes, how do you feel? You work so hard at keeping me from seeing God in you, but I see through all that and recognize you anyhow. Are they paying you enough for that? Can you see me? And now, A PRIME ANARCHIST OPINION. PAO, RIGHT IN THE "TOOKHUS." Clinton's solution to all these dead and dying police officers is legislation toward 90,000 more bullet proof vests. A kevlar around every kop. You know Bill, you're going about it all wrong. Missing the point by just a degree or two. If you're going to keep militarizing every single thing around you why don't you save all that $$$ and just issue free cocaine, LSD and PCP for every law enforcement officer, so each can kill a couple extra people before dying. Bullets forward for ten more minutes after he himself dies. Hell, it worked for German Shephards, Rottweilers, Dobermans and Pitbulls until they were too inbred to survive up to capacity. So what if it kind of didn't work as well on infantrymen. Kind of backfired, turned 'em all into pacifists, singing "I Saw The Light," "We Shall Overcome," and "I Ain't A Marchin' Anymore." Well, cops are a different breed of animal entirely. Well, different from soldiers, Billy. But you wouldn't know, eh? They all look the same, right? A SHORT NEWS SHORT. from Lakota Nation Journal - Late April issue The Navajo group sold 2,500 traditional Navajo meals of coffee, frybread and mutton stew to pay for their trip to Washington, said member Sarah Benally of Delores, Colo. Benally, whose uranium miner father died of a lung ailment but could not be compensated under the current law, has been lobbying Congress on the issue since the 1970's. (A)(C)(T)(I)(V)(I)(S)(T) (T)(I)(M)(E)(S) Send editors to: ati@etext.org Go to our never-official website at: http://www.thepentagon.com/primeanarchist Get back issues at: http://www.angelfire.com/wi/kokopeli/cygnus.html And sign up for the once a week publication at our listserver. We'll let YOU FIND THAT ONE on your own. ------- ( . ) ------- ------- ( . . ) ------- ------- ( . ) ------- ------- ( ) ------- We end this 'zine with THE BREAD LINE FOR INTELLECTUALS by Shayna Plaut i eat politics with lunch smeared over the bread that most can't afford the crust serving as the barrier between (me) us and them some transgress with words others with sentiment few with action because that often means going hungry leaving a bitter taste in ones mouth as they invite them to lunch (A)(C)(T)(I)(V)(I)(S)(T) (T)(I)(M)(E)(S)