I am rather amused at how tired I am after a simple spate of errand-running, complete with coffee pit stop. I guess it’s just the side effects of eXtreme introversion, and a life more comfortably spent with the internet barrier in place. Or could just be that I’m listless and lazy – it’s all good in the scheme of things.
And lazy or not, I still have links to share joy!
11 simple ways to support the occupy movement without sleeping in a park
I am fairly sure I have not shared this exact link, even if I’ve shared other ones that are similar. This is an excellent living list that goes of on similar tangents to myself, suggesting other actions one can do that are also relevant. As said – if you’re not helping, you’re hindering.
Volunteer attorneys steer Occupy protesters through the legal system
The cockles (and sub-cockles) of my heart are appropriately warmed when I hear of professional folks chipping in their services pro bono. I appreciate that some are risking jobs, and others are probably just trying to grow a client list by showing a sincere/insincere/doesn’t matter desire to assist on pivotal/important issues. The point is that the law should be to protect the people, not the government. Any actions which contribute to freedom of speech and of the populace itself is kick-ass, hands down.
Occupying the moral high ground: Whose side is the Church on?
St. Paul’s Cathedral and the Church of England has, admittedly, been put in an awkward place with the Occupy protest springing up and remaining on its doorstep. And while they have currently chosen to bow their heads and leave the protesters mainly be through the remainder of this year, this is still a brilliant entreaty.
I think that’s going to be it for today, outside of a reminder to consider changing your banks. It’s your money to do with as you will, but is it really worth the copious charges to avoid the hassle of moving? I ask this as someone who was willing to let hundreds of dollars slide to avoid dealing with it. Once I actually got to it, it wasn’t hard, not even from my position on the wrong side of the ocean. Now I know that my money continues to be mine, not flowing out at a huge rate for the dubious privilege of having it gambled by a financial institution lacking my best interest at heart.
Have yourselves a brilliant Saturday, and if you’re here in the UK – the fireworks are already starting, yay!