Hammer Mill Days

I told you yesterday about the roof. Now the internet is down. No, not the WHOLE internet ... OUR internet, dumbass! And that electricity you tapped from the house next door? Well ... that's run dry as well. Damned squathouses! Okay, so these are not the easiest days around the abandoned Cheney Hammer Mill, and we of the Big Green collective are having to think our way through some truly daunting problems. This is pretty basic stuff, right? Keeping the rain out when it rains. (Right now, our roof only keeps the rain out when it's sunny.) Surfing the internet in your socks. Plugging the electric can opener in and having it do what it's made to do, not sit there like a paperweight. Stuff that any band should expect to be able to do, even when they're squatting in an abandoned hammer factory. But noooooo ... not us. No, Marvin! For chrissake. Marvin (my personal robot assistant) heard what I just told you and took it into his little tin head that he should try to open...

The New York primary is history, and I am not alone, I'm sure, in feeling somewhat disappointed, if not surprised. Sure, we all knew that the Empire State would be an uphill battle for Bernie Sanders, but when you get all these texts and phone calls from volunteers, and you are visited at home not once but TWICE by canvassers, one group of whom told me (accurately) where my polling place was, you start to imagine a better outcome. Those kids did pretty good upstate, actually - Sanders won my home county along with almost every other county north of Westchester. I hope they draw some encouragement from that. What is kind of discouraging, however, is the mess that New York State elections often turn out to be. We actually have fairly restrictive voter laws. No early voting, no same day registration, excuse-only absentee balloting, and a lot of weird business, like all of those voters shut out in Brooklyn this time around. I'm not claiming any conspiracy. It's just a kind of...