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Walking again past the new high rise condos off Flatbush that weren't here four years ago, the increasingly militarized parameter around Tillary and Flatbush, the hypersecuritized catholic church at Jay and Cathedral, the clinic in the bridge's shadow, playgrounds that reek of marijuana, and onto the bridge, past Jehovah's witness windows onto hardhats and endless storage closets and billboards. I'm walking and I'm thinking about the union and the last 4 years of my life and parasitic pseudotrotskyist raids and my diss proposal and the Dumbo yuppies below and everything I'm doing wrong. Walking past anarchist graffiti onto the river towards Manhattan's collapsing future and army of casual labor. A wedding in Brooklyn bridge park below, a water-taxi, a foggy haze. Jogging combines flanerie with Foucauldian discipline. My walks are not flanerie, because I'm going somewhere even if I don't know where that is yet. Lame defense. Fuck it, occupy everything. Occupy buildings and build committee. Past the FDR over the baseball fields of the LES and the swath of projects and into the Bowery and neoliberalism's shiny new facades. My walk is almost over.

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this blog still exists

But I put it on the back burner this semester because of organizing responsibilities, academics, and other work. I'm sitting in the panopticon now, reading Moon-Kie Jung's "Reworking Race and Labor: The Making of Hawaii's Interracial Labor Movement," thinking about my diss while trying to pull together this final incomplete, and staring out the window at the Empire State Building. Hopefully, I'll figure out how to use this space more productively over the next few weeks. I don't feel like it's had much of a purpose since that little essay about the movement in New Haven two years ago...

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