I wrote you a long-winded, lofty, coffee-fueled email this morning, basically gushing like a little schoolgirl over how much I think you rocked the
Permaculture Voices Keynote from a few years back. I was feeling some kind of Thomas Paine/Ram Dass/J.R.R. Tolkein thing. What follows is, I realize, hokey. But it's from the heart.
Dear Paul,
Last night, I had the opportunity to watch your keynote on Vimeo, about the strange and somewhat atavistic human elements of the permaculture subculture. I didn't pay much attention to the year it was made or the title of the video, but it's the first time I've been able to see you speak in a public (spectated) forum, and I have to say, you struck a chord with me. I was raised the older brother to two sisters, by a single mother, who just so happens to hold a brown belt in tae kwon do. I can remember getting thrown into walls for pulling hair, my arm twisted for unjust hitting, and the message was clear, "Be nice, or I WILL fuck your shit up."
Over time, it sunk in, and became a cornerstone of my moral foundation. So, upon reaching the greater world outside of Jefferson, Iowa, it was a great disappointment to find that many people posessed a more, "I'll be nice to you until it no longer suits my purposes," type attitude. I am no saint, but I have endeavored greatly to avoid such schmucks and surround myself with relatively reasonable people who have refused to let the world tell them that they are stupid. I think that this is the inherent beauty, and perhaps the pitfall of the permaculture movement; anyone who does not match the cookie cutter, those who mainstream alpha-dog society has shunted to the periphery, has wondered, "is there a way out?" Permaculture may not be the end-all-be-all solution to the world's problems, but it does provide a very distinct way to begin to live differently, and may seem like the perfect "way out." Enter the kooks on parade. Those pushed aside, not tall enoughs, not strong enoughs, not cool enoughs, and I would venture to say that at least half of the have lived a life without a basis of,"be nice or I will fukuoka you up." So here comes these people, with the best of intentions and dreams and hopes, and yet, they have NO IDEA how to build something without trying to get one up on their fellow man, how to live in a way apart from the alpha dog mentality that brought them away from the ratrace in the first place. Is there a way to rehabilitate these people? Retrain them? Maybe, but who has the time and/or patience to try and retrain a belligerent show bear who wants to bite your head off, much less a human being, filled with emotions, insecurities, chemical imbalances, and less than savory experiences? Not I, sir. It seems to me that we cannot change other people, we can only change ourselves, and hope that the changes within us will somehow infect those around us, and start to swing the pendulum back the other way. I guess what I'm driving at is, don't let the bastards get you down, Paul; I know how stifling the negative vibes can seem. To see you, standing on that stage, asking things like, "what would happen if politicians started lighting themselves on fire?" is an inspiration and a rallying cry that I can no longer ignore. I will endeavor to listen, learn, change, and speak out. My life definitely has room for improvement. You've got the high ground, my large, wooly friend, and you are laying them low by the score with your mighty halberd of reason. I will keep you in my thoughts, and I hope to be able to shake your hand one day, in the growing light of a shifting pendulum.
Sincerely,
Ben Johansen