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Wednesday, May 30, 2012
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Sunday, May 27, 2012
From Montreal, An Open Letter To Canada’s Mainstream English Media
http://www.occupiedottawa.org/2012/05/27/from-montreal-an-open-letter-to-canadas-mainstream-english-media/
Thank you; you are a little late to the party, and you are still missing the mark a lot of the time, but in the past few days, you have published some not entirely terrible articles and op-eds about what’s happening in Quebec right now. Welcome to our movement.
Some of you have even started mentioning that when people are rounded up and arrested each night, they aren’t all criminals or rioters. Some of you have admitted that perhaps limiting our freedom of speech and assembly is going a little bit too far. Some of you are no longer publishing lies about the popular support that you seemed to think our government had. Not all of you, mind you, but some of you are waking up.
That said, here is what I have not seen you publish yet: stories about joy; about togetherness; about collaboration; about solidarity. You write about our anger, and yes, we are angry. We are angry at our government, at our police and at you. But none of you are succeeding in conveying what it feels like when you walk down the streets of Montreal right now, which is, for me at least, an overwhelming sense of joy and togetherness.
News coverage of Quebec almost always focuses on division: English vs. French; Quebec-born vs. immigrant; etc. This is the narrative that has shaped how people see us as a province, whether or not it is fair. But this is not what I feel right now when I walk down the street. At 8pm, I rush out of the house with a saucepan and a ladle, and as I walk to meet my fellow protesters, I hear people emerge from their balconies and the music starts. If you do not live here, I wish I could properly convey to you what it feels like; the above video is a start. It is magic. It starts quietly, a suggestion here and there, and it builds. Everybody on the street begins to smile. I get there, and we all—young and old, children and students and couples and retirees and workers and weird misfits and dogs and, well, neighbours—we all grin the widest grins you have ever seen while dancing around and making as much noise as possible. We are almost ecstatic with the joy of letting loose like this, of voicing our resistance to a government that seeks to silence us, and of being together like this.
I have lived in my neighbourhood for five years now, and this is the most I have ever felt a part of the community; the lasting impact that these protests will have on how people relate to each other in the city is deep and incredible. I was born and raised in Montreal, and I have always loved this city, I have always told people that it is the best city in the world, but I have truly never loved it as much as I do right now.
The first night that I went to a casseroles (pots and pans) demonstration, at the centre of the action—little children ecstatically blowing whistles, a young couple handing out extra pots and pans to passers-by, a yoga teacher who paused his class to have everyone join—I saw a bemused couple, banging away, but seemingly confused about something. When we finished, they asked me, “how did you find us?” I replied that I had checked the map that had been posted online of rendez-vous spots, and theirs was the nearest to my house. “Last night we were all alone,” they told me. They had no idea it had been advertized online. This is what our revolution looks like: someone had clearly ridden around our neighbourhood, figured out where people were protesting, and marked them for the rest of us. This is a revolution of collaboration. Of solidarity.
The next night the crowd had doubled. Tonight we will be even more.
I come home from these protests euphoric. The first night I returned, I sat down on my couch and I burst into tears, as the act of resisting, loudly, with my neighbours, so joyfully, had released so much tension that I had been carrying around with me, fearing our government, fearing arrest, fearing for the future. I felt lighter. Every night, I exchange stories with friends online and find out what happened in their neighbourhoods. These are the kinds of things we say to each other: “if I loved my city any more right now, my heart would burst.” We use the word “love” a whole lot. We feel empowered. We feel connected. We feel like we are going to win.
Why don’t you write about this? This incredible feeling? Another example I can give you is this very blog. Myself and a few friends began it as a way of disseminating information in English about what was happening here in Quebec, and within hours, literally hours, volunteers were writing me offering to help. Every day, people submit translations to me anonymously; I have no idea who they are, they just want to do something. They come from everywhere. They translate what they think is important to get out there into the world. People email me corrections, too. They email me advice. They email me encouragement. This blog runs on solidarity and utter human kindness.
This is what Quebec looks like right now. Every night is teargas and riot cops, but it is also joy, laughter, kindness, togetherness, and beautiful music. Our hearts are bursting. We are so proud of each other; of the spirit of Quebec and its people; of our ability to resist, and our ability to collaborate.
Why aren’t you writing about this? Does joy not sell as well as violence? Does collaboration not sell as well as confrontation? You can have your cynicism; our revolution is sincere.
Sincerely,
The Administrator of Translating the printemps érable.
Thank you; you are a little late to the party, and you are still missing the mark a lot of the time, but in the past few days, you have published some not entirely terrible articles and op-eds about what’s happening in Quebec right now. Welcome to our movement.
Some of you have even started mentioning that when people are rounded up and arrested each night, they aren’t all criminals or rioters. Some of you have admitted that perhaps limiting our freedom of speech and assembly is going a little bit too far. Some of you are no longer publishing lies about the popular support that you seemed to think our government had. Not all of you, mind you, but some of you are waking up.
That said, here is what I have not seen you publish yet: stories about joy; about togetherness; about collaboration; about solidarity. You write about our anger, and yes, we are angry. We are angry at our government, at our police and at you. But none of you are succeeding in conveying what it feels like when you walk down the streets of Montreal right now, which is, for me at least, an overwhelming sense of joy and togetherness.
News coverage of Quebec almost always focuses on division: English vs. French; Quebec-born vs. immigrant; etc. This is the narrative that has shaped how people see us as a province, whether or not it is fair. But this is not what I feel right now when I walk down the street. At 8pm, I rush out of the house with a saucepan and a ladle, and as I walk to meet my fellow protesters, I hear people emerge from their balconies and the music starts. If you do not live here, I wish I could properly convey to you what it feels like; the above video is a start. It is magic. It starts quietly, a suggestion here and there, and it builds. Everybody on the street begins to smile. I get there, and we all—young and old, children and students and couples and retirees and workers and weird misfits and dogs and, well, neighbours—we all grin the widest grins you have ever seen while dancing around and making as much noise as possible. We are almost ecstatic with the joy of letting loose like this, of voicing our resistance to a government that seeks to silence us, and of being together like this.
I have lived in my neighbourhood for five years now, and this is the most I have ever felt a part of the community; the lasting impact that these protests will have on how people relate to each other in the city is deep and incredible. I was born and raised in Montreal, and I have always loved this city, I have always told people that it is the best city in the world, but I have truly never loved it as much as I do right now.
The first night that I went to a casseroles (pots and pans) demonstration, at the centre of the action—little children ecstatically blowing whistles, a young couple handing out extra pots and pans to passers-by, a yoga teacher who paused his class to have everyone join—I saw a bemused couple, banging away, but seemingly confused about something. When we finished, they asked me, “how did you find us?” I replied that I had checked the map that had been posted online of rendez-vous spots, and theirs was the nearest to my house. “Last night we were all alone,” they told me. They had no idea it had been advertized online. This is what our revolution looks like: someone had clearly ridden around our neighbourhood, figured out where people were protesting, and marked them for the rest of us. This is a revolution of collaboration. Of solidarity.
The next night the crowd had doubled. Tonight we will be even more.
I come home from these protests euphoric. The first night I returned, I sat down on my couch and I burst into tears, as the act of resisting, loudly, with my neighbours, so joyfully, had released so much tension that I had been carrying around with me, fearing our government, fearing arrest, fearing for the future. I felt lighter. Every night, I exchange stories with friends online and find out what happened in their neighbourhoods. These are the kinds of things we say to each other: “if I loved my city any more right now, my heart would burst.” We use the word “love” a whole lot. We feel empowered. We feel connected. We feel like we are going to win.
Why don’t you write about this? This incredible feeling? Another example I can give you is this very blog. Myself and a few friends began it as a way of disseminating information in English about what was happening here in Quebec, and within hours, literally hours, volunteers were writing me offering to help. Every day, people submit translations to me anonymously; I have no idea who they are, they just want to do something. They come from everywhere. They translate what they think is important to get out there into the world. People email me corrections, too. They email me advice. They email me encouragement. This blog runs on solidarity and utter human kindness.
This is what Quebec looks like right now. Every night is teargas and riot cops, but it is also joy, laughter, kindness, togetherness, and beautiful music. Our hearts are bursting. We are so proud of each other; of the spirit of Quebec and its people; of our ability to resist, and our ability to collaborate.
Why aren’t you writing about this? Does joy not sell as well as violence? Does collaboration not sell as well as confrontation? You can have your cynicism; our revolution is sincere.
Sincerely,
The Administrator of Translating the printemps érable.
Saturday, May 26, 2012
Getting started on a DIY Solar Cell phone Charger
I've never built one of these but I'm beginning to see them around and they're a perfect idea for Occupiers. I've seen solar cells on the outside of backpacks, for example. Charge as you march! You may wish to do more research to make certain that the 20 and 22V panels I've listed will actually work with the 5V regulator IC and your phone/USB device.
Quick overview:
Details:
More milliamps = faster charging.
If you get cells with no wires or soldering tabs:
You can go the snazzy route:
http://www.talk2myshirt.com/blog/archives/276
http://www.talk2myshirt.com/blog/archives/275
Goldmine Electronics are an excellent company and they ship quickly. They have a $10.00 minimum order.
8.6V 160mA 6"x 6" Glass Solar Panel
http://www.goldmine-elec-products.com/prodinfo.asp?number=G17851
Powerful 20VDC 0.300Amp (300ma) Giant Glass Solar Disc Panel
http://www.goldmine-elec-products.com/prodinfo.asp?number=G18583
Powerful 22VDC 0.5Amp (500ma) Amorphous Glass Solar Panel
http://www.goldmine-elec-products.com/prodinfo.asp?number=G18569
I don't see any LM7805 power regulators there. They have USB cables if you want to cut one down.
Mouser are also an excellent company.
LM7805 5V positive regulator:
http://www.mouser.com/ProductDetail/Fairchild-Semiconductor/LM7805ACT/?qs=VOMQJJE%252bBNliiNOmMWxHqTpEb7a7BjJc
6V 150ma panel:
http://www.mouser.com/ProductDetail/Parallax/750-00030/?qs=br5LzTWxXo5XflGrZMYYyJY58L4gkdJ8
And eBay!
Quick overview:
Details:
More milliamps = faster charging.
If you get cells with no wires or soldering tabs:
You can go the snazzy route:
http://www.talk2myshirt.com/blog/archives/276
http://www.talk2myshirt.com/blog/archives/275
Goldmine Electronics are an excellent company and they ship quickly. They have a $10.00 minimum order.
8.6V 160mA 6"x 6" Glass Solar Panel
http://www.goldmine-elec-products.com/prodinfo.asp?number=G17851
Powerful 20VDC 0.300Amp (300ma) Giant Glass Solar Disc Panel
http://www.goldmine-elec-products.com/prodinfo.asp?number=G18583
Powerful 22VDC 0.5Amp (500ma) Amorphous Glass Solar Panel
http://www.goldmine-elec-products.com/prodinfo.asp?number=G18569
I don't see any LM7805 power regulators there. They have USB cables if you want to cut one down.
Mouser are also an excellent company.
LM7805 5V positive regulator:
http://www.mouser.com/ProductDetail/Fairchild-Semiconductor/LM7805ACT/?qs=VOMQJJE%252bBNliiNOmMWxHqTpEb7a7BjJc
6V 150ma panel:
http://www.mouser.com/ProductDetail/Parallax/750-00030/?qs=br5LzTWxXo5XflGrZMYYyJY58L4gkdJ8
And eBay!
What are cops nation-wide saying about Occupy? Glad you asked.
Police: This is what you look like to us. Dozens of photos of your brutality. Congratulations. Select "Slideshow" for the most fun:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/11165691@N03/sets/72157629908362944/
Why not download/screenshot all of these and the above, so they never mysteriously go away?
NYPD cop's Facebook page before he took it down. I clicked through to his friends and their pages were legit.
Cops mocking the women, one deaf, who were kettled and pepper-sprayed. The thread was quickly deleted:
Cops upset a man is free and that a cop LIED to try to give him a felony. NLG saw!
http://www.policeone.com/Crowd-Control/articles/5677034-Occupy-protester-Week-in-Chicago-jail-was-awesome/
Cop calls Occupiers ass clowns.
I like that "not arresting them" thing. Please continue developing that. As much as you hate it.
Cop calls Occupy a bunch of stinky hippy spawn.
http://www.flickr.com/photos/11165691@N03/sets/72157629908362944/
Why not download/screenshot all of these and the above, so they never mysteriously go away?
NYPD cop's Facebook page before he took it down. I clicked through to his friends and their pages were legit.
Cops mocking the women, one deaf, who were kettled and pepper-sprayed. The thread was quickly deleted:
Cops upset a man is free and that a cop LIED to try to give him a felony. NLG saw!
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Cop calls Occupiers ass clowns.
I like that "not arresting them" thing. Please continue developing that. As much as you hate it.
Cop calls Occupy a bunch of stinky hippy spawn.
Hey, ever notice that cops don't beat up tea baggers with guns and racist signs, and they don't beat up the KKK and neo-nazis when they march? Things that make you go "Hmmm...."
Hmmmmmmm......
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