I attended the conference that is the topic of this article, and made a presentation on “Breaking the Alternative Media’s Dependence on the Mainstream Media.” Soon I will release the text of that presentation, probably in parts since it was about a 45-minute speech. It was a great conference, and Hedgeless Horseman and Zero Hedge deserve a world of credit for hosting it. From Hedgeless at zerohedge.com:
At the time, my life just seemed too complete, and maybe we have to break everything to make something better out of ourselves.”
-Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club
I am still trying to interpret and integrate all that I experienced and learned about disintermediation, about myself, and about y’all at last week’s First ZeroHedge Symposium and Live Fight Club in Marfa, Texas. I hope that writing this after-action report will help me to better assimilate it.
Last Wednesday, I picked up the aquaponics speaker, Tim, upon his arrival from Hawaii at the airport. My family and I got to know him well during our short 10.5 hour drive out to Marfa, and over the course of the next 6 days. We now grok the differences between aquaponics and hydroponics, and the similarities between our two families.
For us, staying in the tepees, tents, and vintage aluminum trailers at El Cosmico proved to be a very good choice. ZeroHedgers arrived and immediately coalesced around the open-air showers and community kitchens. Usually the question of, “Are you here for the symposium?” was answered with a yes, a big smile, an offer of a beer or mescal, and an introduction such as, “Hello, I am hedgeless_horseman.”
[The guy in the picture is Hedgeless Horseman]
Some of us had come a day early to tour the art at the Chinati Foundation. I had very high expectations based on the reading I had done, and they were exceeded. It was sublime to experience Donald Judd’s 100 untitled works in milled aluminum, in that particular light, architecture, and environment. Another favorite was Robert Irwin’s relatively new permanent installation where we literally moved out of the darkness and into the light. The full-day tour served as the perfect appetizer to clear, open, and prepare my mind for the three-day symposium.
Thursday afternoon, I learned from our gracious hosts in Marfa that a few special snowflakes, which had only recently fallen in this hot and dry desert, had started a petition for the city to ban us from holding the symposium in “their” town. I asked what the perceived problem was, and was told that they were afraid we were violent and white supremacists. We all laughed, especially the non-whites and pacifists. Someone asked if the special snow flakes were able to read the list of speakers and topics. Apparently not. However, I immediately suspected that their concerns and petition were just another clear case of FEAR, False Evidence Appearing Real. This was confirmed when I agreed to be interviewed by one of them, a young woman from New York, who also claimed to be a freelance journalist.