Αγανακτισμένοι κάτοικοι σήμερα το πρωί στη Σόλωνος.
Έξω και οι πρεζάκηδες. Μα πόσο περισσότερο να κάνει η αστυνομία τη δουλειά της?
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Wednesday, May 30, 2012
Έξω η πρέζα...
Αγανακτισμένοι κάτοικοι σήμερα το πρωί στη Σόλωνος.
Έξω και οι πρεζάκηδες. Μα πόσο περισσότερο να κάνει η αστυνομία τη δουλειά της?
Saturday, May 26, 2012
Sunday, May 13, 2012
Aντιφασιστική συγκέντρωση στην Καλλιθέα
Μετά τις επιθέσεις σε Αιγύπτιους στην Καλλιθέα και σε Σομαλούς μικροπωλητές στην πλατεία Ν. Σμύρνης από τη Χρυσή Αυγή. Στη συνέχεια η Αστυνομία προχώρησε σε σύλληψη ενός αγωνιστή από την Καλλιθέα για παρεμπόδιση σύλληψης μετανάστη.
Πολύ περισσότερα στο post του Άγγελου
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Monday, May 7, 2012
Εκλογές 2012
Αυτές οι μέρες είναι του Αλέξη (του Τσίπρα)
(οι νύχτες είναι της Αλέκας)
Η ΑΝΤΑΡΣΥΑ βγαίνει το σούρουπο...
Kι ο λύκος?
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Friday, May 4, 2012
Πελάτες της πορνείας: Ας πρόσεχαν
Είδηση: Ξανθιά, ρωσίδα υγειονομική σεξοβόμβα εντοπίστηκε να βιάζει ανυποψίαστους πελάτες.
Από την ανακοίνωση της Φεμινιστικής Πρωτοβουλίας για την Εξάλειψη της Βίας Κατά των Γυναικών. Δράση κατά τη διάρκεια της προσαγωγής των 11 γυναικών στην Ευελπίδων σήμερα το πρωί.
[Τον Δεκέμβρη του 2016 αθωώνονται και οι 11 που επί υπουργίας Λοβέρδου αντιμετώπιζαν την κατηγορία ότι εκδίδονταν και μετέδιδαν τον ιό IHV/AIDS. Για τις 3 από αυτές η ποινική δίωξη είχε πάψει λόγω θανάτου. Με παρέμβαση της ΓΓΙΦ γίνεται αίτημα προς το Τμήμα Δίωξης Ηλεκτρονικού Εγκλήματος της ΕΛ.ΑΣ για άρση του απορρήτου σε όλες τις ιστοσελίδες, forums και διαδικτυακούς τόπους με σκοπό τη διαγραφή όλων των φωτογραφιών και κάθε ευαίσθητου δεδομένου προσωπικού χαρακτήρα τους στοιχείων για όλες τις γυναίκες που διαπομπεύτηκαν εκείνη την περίοδο. Στις 3 Μαΐου 2017 πέφτει η αυλαία του πρώτου κύκλου δικαστικών αγώνων των διωκόμενων οροθετικών γυναικών]
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Sunday, April 22, 2012
Thursday, April 5, 2012
Ο θάνατος του συνταξιούχου
Χτες το πρωί στο Σύνταγμα ένας συνταξιούχος φαρμακοποιός αυτοκτόνησε λόγω οικονομικού αδιεξόδου.
Από τη νέα εγκατάσταση του Γ. Κουνέλλη στο Μουσείο Κυκλαδικής Τέχνης (5/4-30/9/2012). Γυαλιά, τσουβάλια, κάρβουνο, πέτρες.
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Monday, April 2, 2012
Πούλα μου τα δόντια σου
κείμενο του Ηλία Μαλασίδη @ post-crisis breakfast blog
από την έκθεση Schadenfreude, στο CAMP!, 30/3-20/4/2012
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Monday, March 26, 2012
Tuesday, March 20, 2012
Σήμερα το πρωί στην Ευελπίδων
Αναβλήθηκε σήμερα για πέμπτη φορά η δίκη τριων νεοναζι που τον περασμένο Σεπτέμβριο πιάστηκαν «επαυτοφώρω» να μαχαιρώνουν μετανάστες. Αυτή τη φορά «ψυχολογικά προβλήματα» δεν είχε η γνωστή τηλεοπτική σταρ της Χρυσής Αυγής Θέμις Σκορδέλη. Αυτή, αφού πέτυχε την τελευταία αναβολή λόγω μελαγχολίας, ήταν εκεί. Ξαφνικά όμως ένας άλλος της εγκληματικής παρέας λόγω κρίσης άγχους ενόψει του δικαστηρίου έπαθε κολικό του νεφρού, ένας συνήγορός τους ήταν απών και η δίκη ανεβλήθη για τις 23 Μαίου.
(από την Αντιφασιστική Πρωτοβουλία «ΠΟΤΕ ΞΑΝΑ»)
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Saturday, March 10, 2012
108 disasters after (*)
Collage by deplaced .Fukushima workers-Comme des Garçons (Rei Kawakubo) spring/summer collection 2012
The sky reflected off his green tea. He took a small sip, then a deep breath, sensing the aroma of the coming spring. The gates around the court of the temple garden kept tourists’ voices, their laughter, and koto (1) music at a distance. No matter where he rested his eyes, pink and white flowers soothed him. This was beauty incarnate but nothing was real.
He was a tourist or, more precisely, an honored guest in the Greater Kyoto Heritage Park which sat majestically under a vast cupola protecting the whole artificial environment from radiation. It was the year 2111 and after one-hundred and eight nuclear accidents, some critical, Japan had changed since the first Fukushima melt-down. Its people, displaced in "Little Japans" all over the world, had taken to colonizing Mars, and all that was left was a show-case country rather than a real one. You might say that the infamous opening of Japan had come undone and within those new ultra-modern enclaves very few foreigners remained (2).
Still, more than eager to enjoy a fake and glorified past, tourists flew to the immaculate constructs that had sprung up to replace former cities. In addition to Kyoto Park there were many others such as the next most popular Old Edo (3) and Futuristic Tokyo, dotted among off-limits areas patrolled by robots, only to be seen from the high-speed monorails that flashed in-between at vertiginous heights.
He took another sip of the fresh synthetic tea that the masked, black kimono-clad waiter had delivered. It was rumored that most of the staff were mutants and there were gross pictures supposedly of them on the Net, but he had never met one behind their standard but no less creepy Noh masks. Since the wireless auto-translation system provided a live stream of mechanically voiced answers-on-demand, it was impossible as well to know how they sounded. They were simply spinning all over the place like spirits out of a Miyazaki cult anime (4).
A few paper sakura (5) petals fell on his shoulder as a gentle breeze moved the bamboo leaves in the background. A small group of geishas came tripping and giggling behind their brightly decorated fans. In their trail finally entered the inevitable loud American couple. He sighed and wished his contact had been on time.
His was not the mainstream tourist’ s visit. Of course, he doubted he was the only one. Still, there were not many like him; that much he knew. He had not come to relax and enjoy. On the contrary, he was here to try and cross to the wild side, to the vast and deserted off-limits areas, a goal in itself perilous and defiantly illegal.
He heartily inhaled the incense smoke that brought back memories of zazen (6) sessions from happier times back when he was younger, healthier and eager to embrace the world. During the last ten years he had forsaken his meditation and thrown himself into alcohol instead. Gone from a clear mind to the eternal haze; it dulled the pain, though. The pain that comes with age from a long string of personal defeats, professional disappointments and finally losses, a series of deaths, first his mother, then his long-time lover. He had reached that point where there was an accelerating distance between himself and the world to be reckoned with.
At last a small, youngish man, possibly a hāfu (7), came decidedly to his table, sat next to him and ordered a beer. "You look older", said he with an easy smile in careful English. "Why do you want to do it?". He was just curious, kind of collecting answers, and from more than ten years in this job he had his share of stories, interesting or mundane. Eihei-ji (8) was popular with underground tourists; still, there were risks involved. Though the radiation danger was exaggerated, outsmarting the machines was no laughing matter. "But do exactly as I say and you’ll be fine", he concluded and reached out for his glass revealing the edge of a probably beautiful tattoo.
The temple had been deserted for more than seventy years since the nuclear plant in nearby Fukui had suffered a botched attack, ironically, by anti-nuclear activists in what had ended as a mass suicide. He always meant to visit, he said. His Zen master belonged to Sōtōshū (9), and as a disciple he had a soft spot for the place, but it seemed he wasn’t the only one. "Hell, no!" said the guide."And that’s why I don’t understand why you people need to visit the old Eihei-ji when there’s a brand new one over here...".
Anyway, there were things to be done with the utmost care. It was very important to be clean shaven, keep his hair cropped and his clothing tight. Strong foot gear would be useful, and it would be best to stay on the track and avoid as much as possible any stagnant water. Of course the central piece of the adventure was the invisibility spray that had replaced the burdensome cloaks of the past. No hats, bags or glasses were allowed after entering the Zone. Nor were any electronic or magnetic devices. "We tread light" his guide stressed. And what about the side effects that were associated with the spray? "Oh, that… some people have them, some don’t, nothing to worry about, really, hangovers are worse".
Back in the hotel he had an early supper at the sky-restaurant which commanded a breathtaking view of the Park as far as Lake Biwa fading into the dusk. He had been instructed to sleep for a few hours but this proved impossible. Tossing in his bed he couldn’t escape the rash of excitement. They were supposed to start a little after midnight and take the last underground train used by the staff. It was forty minutes to the end of the line and, after that, a two hours’ walk –the last part an hour underground, crossing to one of the safe spaces where they would stay till dawn. From there he was to be taken to the temple compound to spend no more than thirty minutes on his own, before returning to hiding for the day. If everything went smoothly they would be making their way back to the station by midnight.
They met as planned at the men’s restroom down in the third hotel basement and from there, made their way through a maze of emergency exits and corridors that stretched seemingly for miles, finally founding themselves on the badly-lit train platform. There he was deeply vexed by the number of identically groomed foreigners who stood out in the perfectly ordinary Asian-looking crowd. It was eerily subdued; even the perkiest gaijin (10) betrayed an air of dejection while trying hard to look away. He was dying to give his guide a grilling about it but didn’t dare attract attention, so he remained collected.
During the ride he kept wondering if all these foreigners were also heading to Eihei-ji, and the very possibility depressed him. What had always appeared as a precious solitary experience now seemed as common as a fair. But soon the gaijin crowd started dissolving with each stop, and when they reached the terminal there were just two of them. They exited together with their respective guides, followed different routes, and never met again. Leaving his questions behind he turned his back to the small station complex and faced the chilly darkness.
They put on their goggles and started walking along an open road that seemed to divide an evenly empty landscape. It was a perfect night for his adventure, moonless, foggy and still. He lowered his head and followed close behind his guide. They kept going forever, it seemed, in the same tempo and with no surprises, when the first signs of buildings appeared. He couldn’t make much out of them, though, because soon they dove underground.
The warmer tunnel air smelled moldy. Now he had to be alert, they were walking along a hopefully discontinued rail line, and every step sounded enormous. Under their headlights threads of water glistened noiselessly. He kept looking back over his shoulder, more and more nervous, but only darkness remained in their wake.
At last they turned right and entered a door leading to a flight of stairs. The so-called safe space was not even as big as a rokujō (11) but conveniently lacking no amenity. Glowing in a corner there was a vending machine filled to the brim with soft drinks, tea/coffee cans and snacks. An inconspicuous door led to a bath unit. The place was clean and felt like a cocoon reeking of chewing gum. This time he slept almost the moment he stretched down on the futon.
Less than two hours later he was nudged out of sleep and, strange as it was, he felt instantly ready to spring into action. The wonder spray was presented and dully applied, beginning from the soles of his shoes, all over his clothes, to the neck and the tip of his head. It was fun watching himself disappear and more fun still when the can seemed to get a life of its own and started dancing in the air.
It took him a while to get used to this new-found freedom, and he bumped his hands and feet a lot before managing the narrow stairs on the way up and out. There must have been a thousand steps before they emerged into a still, dark courtyard. He inhaled, enjoyed the crisp air, and thought that he could be in Eihei-ji or anywhere.
Just before taking his first steps alone he was given a little piece of candy and instructed to place it under his tongue. It was a phase-change gum, the guide said. It tasted vaguely of mango, but in twenty minutes it would turn bitter.
The sky had lightened. The shapes of his surroundings were coming to life slowly revealing parts and pieces here and there. As if in a dream he floated across what could have been a stone garden towards the remains of a hall. The place was gutted, part of the roof had fallen in, and the tatamis were full of debris. From a corner a metal lantern swayed and gave him a jolt. He decided to walk around the ruin instead of going through but couldn’t stand the urge of touching the elaborate handrail still in place. It felt cold as expected and made him shiver.
A flock of bird shadows suddenly shattered the silence. Startled, he tripped and managed to stumble over a shallow pool of water. But irked as he was, he wouldn’t let that spoil his excitement.
……………………………………………………………………………………………………….
He leaned over the well and marveled at the fluorescent green sparkles of water deep down. He didn’t expect to meet his reflection, of course, but for a moment he thought he could see his ears. That was amusing. Then out of the black nothingness a familiar shape materialized, looked up and smiled. The Sensee (12) herself had appeared at the bottom serenely sitting in her usual half-lotus position (13). As the lights grew dimmer her smile waved invitingly. In her lap something round stirred from the dark robes, turned furry, looked up, and yawned. Luna, his favorite cat from a long lost childhood, stared for a while, then lost interest.
The image shook and rattled under his tears as the bitterness spread to his heart. From afar an alarm blared and a recorded message thundered in many languages starting with Japanese. It was too late to run away, not that he wanted to. He remained perched over the mouth of the well now that the beloved visions had vanished and he was fast becoming visible. On top of the commotion a mechanical sound approached. There was no use resisting. Soon he would have to endure the final ignominy of a forced and thorough decontamination.
* "Today’s Japanese Buddhism features 108 in the number of beads used in dedicating a good action to another person (or simply showing respect to the dead), in the number of times the temple bells are struck on New Year’ s Eve, and as the number of attachments to which humans are prone".
(from 108 answers. Asking about Zen, by Rev. Jiho Sargent, New York, WEATHERHILL, Tokyo, 2001, p. 165)
many thanks to Adam Papadolias, Chicago, USA and Gregory Economou, London, UK
NOTES (mostly from wikipedia)
1. traditional Japanese stringed musical instrument
2. on July 14, 1853 at Uraga Harbor (part of present-day Yokosuka) under the command of United States Commodore Matthew Perry, four military ships imposed a treaty allowing American trade with Japan, thus effectively ending an isolation period of more than 200 years in which trading had been permitted to the Dutch and Chinese exclusively. By this gunboat diplomacy Japan was ushered into westernization and the Meiji (enlightenment) era (1868-1912)
3. name of old Tokyo/Japanese history period (1603-1868)
4. Hayao Miyazaki (1941-) is a Japanese manga artist and prominent film director and animator of many popular anime feature films, among them the hugely successful "Spirited away" (2001)
5. cherry blossom (in Japanese)
6. sitting meditation and the heart of Zen Buddhism’s Sōtō sect's practice (in Japanese)
7. half Japanese
8. Eihei-ji is one of the two main temples of the Sōtō sect of Zen Buddhism founded by Eihei Dōgen in 1246. It is located about 10 km east of Fukui in Fukui Prefecture, Japan
9. Sōtō Zen or Sōtōshū (school) is one of the three sects of Zen in Japanese Buddhism. It was often given the derogatory term “farmer Zen” because of its mass appeal. Today it retains its character by accepting easier in its ranks women and foreigners
10. short form of gaikokujin, which means "foreign country people" (in Japanese). The word is composed of two kanji: gai meaning "outside"; and jin, meaning "person". Thus, the word literally means "outside person" and has become politically incorrect
11. six tatami, where tatami (mat) a traditional type of Japanese flooring . Traditionally made of rice straw it measures approximately 90X180X5 cm. Tea rooms are frequently 4½ mats (270X270 cm)
12. master, teacher (in Japanese)
13. the half lotus posture is an intermediate zazen pose for beginners, older people and whoever cannot sit comfortably in the full lotus posture. Stepwise technique:
• Sit on the ground with your head and spine erect without drooping your shoulders. Extend your legs forward such that your knees and heels are placed together. Bend your right leg at the knee and get the bent knee toward your chest. Keep your calf touching the thigh and place the bent knee toward the floor. Hold your right foot heel with the right hand and the toe with the left hand and bring the right foot over the left thigh with the sole facing upward. Keep the other leg straight.
• After attaining this position, bend your left leg and place it under your right leg such that your left sole is under the right thigh.
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Friday, March 2, 2012
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
off-with-their-heads!
στο masqué pre-birthday party της Θάλειας (και της Τζέλλας) με την Αλίκη στην Χώρα των Θαυμάτων. Happy 107!
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Monday, February 13, 2012
Friday, February 10, 2012
48ωρη Πανελλαδική – Πανεργατική Απεργία
Παρασκευή και Σάββατο 10 & 11/ Φλεβάρη
Ο συντονισμός πρωτοβάθμιων σωματείων καλεί την Παρασκευή και το Σάββατο στις 10:30 στα Προπύλαια και πορεία στη Βουλή
Κυριακή συγκέντρωση στο Σύνταγμα
Ο ΑΓΩΝΑΣ ΜΑΣ ΚΑΛΕΙ ΟΛΟΥΣ ΣΕ ΛΑΪΚΟ ΞΕΣΗΚΩΜΟ ΓΙΑ ΝΑ ΑΝΑΤΡΕΨΟΥΜΕ ΤΟ ΜΑΥΡΟ ΜΕΤΩΠΟ ΚΥΒΕΡΝΗΣΗΣ-ΕΕ-ΔΝΤ-ΣΕΒ
ΟΛΟΙ ΣΤΟΥΣ ΔΡΟΜΟΥΣ ΜΕ ΑΠΕΡΓΙΕΣ –ΚΑΤΑΛΗΨΕΙΣ -ΔΙΑΔΗΛΩΣΕΙΣ-ΑΓΩΝΑΣ ΔΙΑΡΚΕΙΑΣ
Phuket, Thailand, Dec '99
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Thursday, February 2, 2012
Wednesday, January 25, 2012
Sunday, January 15, 2012
Απεργίες, περιφρούρηση
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Monday, December 19, 2011
ένας τρομερός χρόνος φτάνει στο τέλος του
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Sunday, November 20, 2011
Thursday, November 10, 2011
A Film Unfinished
Το Γκέττο της Βαρσοβίας με τα μάτια των Ναζί. Της Yael Hersonski.
Στην επέτειο μνήμης της Νύχτας των Κρυστάλλων (Kristallnacht), των επιθέσεων εναντίον των Εβραίων σε Γερμανία και Αυστρία, στις 9-10 Νοεμβρίου 1938, που σηματοδότησε και την αρχή του εκτοπισμού τους.
Χτες @ the Exile Room, Αθηνάς 12
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Saturday, November 5, 2011
Friday, November 4, 2011
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