in Ann Arbor, MI 48103
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The world is too much with you, so allow yourself to find comfort in:
You gotta call bullshit on this communique. Nobody is trying to derail the effort; there is no effort. No organization, no anti-organization. They (”we”) don’t know you from the wind — didn’t before the Main Event, don’t now. If anything, the whole horror show routine will spread further, oil slicked over the waters, radiation virus plume: little goes a long way, and the world is full of plankton, and there’s a whale or some giant stupid thing down there.
Today is the one-year anniversary of µcoworking / microcoworking. It’s a thing that happens at certain intervals. Here’s the original invitation:
Microcoworking calendar for folks in and around Ann Arbor. If you have work to do, but not a place to work, you are invited to join us whenever and wherever there is something on the calendar. You may also add time to the calendar, just make sure to be there.
Over time, this got burned down to:
You are invited to microcowork (e.g. work together, or alone but in the presence of others) at any of the times and locations on the calendar.
People have been sitting around in cafes or on benches or in other folks’ conference rooms or the like bitterly fighting off structuration and incubation and all that control addict bullshit for longer than a year. But/and before during and after that flickering timespan when “coworking” meant anything to anybody, y’all have wanted this fire in the Delta City.
But today, after a year of Wednesdays, observe. A nice thing about µcoworking, as opposed to other non-membership-based non-organizations, is that you can drift towards and away from it without distress. There’s nothing at the center besides a calendar and a cup of coffee. You come and you go.
Limited peripheral participation (read: ripeness) is all.
All Streets. All Roads. Always forever now. We’ll split it right down the middle, like they split God’s country. I’ll metrate, you emerge. Let’s go.
