Berkeley Hippie Revival Project

On Friday, the 3rd of October, a group of Hippies will come to our beloved street and make it better for that afternoon.

On the corner of Telegraph and Haste under Mad Monk, it will occur.

I will be yelling about this on Sproul!

There will be:

MUSIC

ART

FUN

ETC.

HEAVY ON THE ETC.

How can you help?

Do you have a club that wants to table on the corner?

Do you want to sell art or clothes?

Do you want to play music?

You can do all of these things!!

Contact me and I will help set up!!!

Holy damn, it’s been a little bit. It’s been almost a full week since I last reached out to my amazing Hippie crew. 

I would like the story I write for this week to be given regard as some sort of religious text, maybe like that of Joseph Smith’s wonderful works.

I will begin now:

I have been skating for 7 years. When I was 13, I rode my bike 4 miles to a Craigslist advertisement of a penny board; I bought it for 20 bucks. I rode back to the parking lot of my middle school and practiced on it for 5 hours.

I rode that board back home every day until high school, then I had to add a train to the commute.

I moved to Berkeley last year and had no form of transport, just a clipper and my feet, and I don’t like buses. I did like weed, and when I made friends, they did too. I had a friend who lived on the streets with his dog and a cart and slept on Bankroft at night. I smoked with him and chatted, passed a few meals and some dollars. On Christmas, I brought him a nug, and he brought me one of my greatest joys, his bamboo longboard.

It’s full of Grateful Dead stickers and heart. I ride it every day.

The inevitable happened recently.

As I go down the Berkeley campus at breakneck speeds through crowds of students and with no breaks, I must be careful. Never has it happened before, but it did last week: I crashed into a student. 

I am heading by the Glade and I am near the entrance to the fountain. A man walking to my perpendicular, whether it be because he stopped or because I miscalculated, was struck. I hit his foot. I fly.

I stop myself on the ground with my left elbow. 

I still made it to class on Northside, but had to leave early due to not having a Band-Aid; it was just that time of the month.

It was two days later, and I had not eaten. I was sitting outside of Wheeler, smoking a cigarette, and had to go to Dwinelle for a class. I put out the filterless and hop on my board for the 1000 feet or so of pavement I had to cross. 

There is a decline, and I like to move side to side because I’m a childish asshole.

Holy Damn!

I spun myself out by getting too into the turns; I lost myself in the wave. 

I make it to class but leave halfway through because I started feeling like a crackhead with the number of injuries visible.

I now have a bruised foot and have not left my house as I limp severely.

Moral message? (It’s going to be quite interpretative)

Listen to your body.

I don’t just mean in a basic feeling sense; listen to the way your foot arches your back; listen to your core, and how it holds your head; listen to every fiber and motion.

If I had done that, I would’ve known to slow down and pay attention to the nerd in front of me.

If I had done that, I would’ve known I was too uncoordinated at the time to deeply carve.

It is listening that opens your eyes, not your trust. 

Any assurance before listening is blind.

Yo this shit ass. I ate here once freshman year and will never again. That damn pizza is so dry and yet too greasy.

DO go to my man Zaffar right outside. He sells earrings, bracelets, and more!

Here is an essay Siri has written for their Buddhism class.

I hope you enjoy their brush with the infinite entanglement as much as I did.

The complete work is linked below. Here is the ending poem:

I’m learning every day;

1. Hold each other together and hold on to one another to find your way through the void. 
2. Get to know the void intimately. Get to know each other intimately.
3. The world is a world of worlds.
4. Get to know each other’s worlds intimately. 
5. Let others depend on you. Do not be afraid to depend on others. 
6. Search the void far for beauty. Or whatever you can dream of. 
7. Ground yourself in creation. Create whatever you can dream of. 
8. Let beauty, or whatever you can dream of, guide your hand in creation.
9. The age of man will not last forever.
10. Do not forget the reality of the void.