Committed to the mainstream

People who think like me are radical hippies. They live in some christian communities in the downtown areas of big cities. Their community houses double as a drop ins for whoever needs them. I really don't know what their daily life feels like, something along the lines of the million dollar hotel maybe?

People who think like me are pretty full on: they studied some theology since undergrad, now they're doing a thesis on capitalim and christianity, they live and breathe their stuff. They advocate radical reforms. They married someone who thinks like them. They're also bordering on the burnout. It's fairly scary.

I know I couldn't stand their brainwashed vibe for more than a couple of days. I could not handle their dogooding and I would really hate their lack of concious ambivalence. Sugar and spice personalities creep me out, and I'd be watching Quills and The Beach every other night to recover my anger, my sadness, my fear and my humanity. I could not stand (what I imagine to be) a fairly sketchy house, vegan cooking and holier than thou attitude, though I may be badly prejudiced. I'm committed to the maintream. The mainstream is my community, and I believe in regular people.

But hell, their blog is good! There are some wondrous gems of fairly good thinking in it, and I can't help but wanting to compulsively pour over the archives and take notes. They're so beautiful. And somehow, consumed in that way, imported back to the maintream, translated back in nonconfessional lingo, it makes sense. I'll be a vegan radical hippy at Glastonbury and an understated humanist for the rest of the year.

(I'm not linking because I might be traced back, and I like the privacy of this blog. If you're interested look for p*ose*rorp*roph*et on google, without the stars. This guy's sensibility really rocks)