I had not planned on seeing "The Idiocratic Life," but the guy behind the counter at Rooz Cafe asked me last night if I was interested in checking it out. It turned out to be a deeply personal, intimate look at people living as part of the Rainbow Gathering and in Radical Faerie Sanctuaries off the grid and outside of civilization. It drew on a mix of personal testimonies and conversations about the conundrums of intentional living, the paradoxes of disenchantment with and disengagement from certain levels of infrastructure that make up society.
It reminded me of how much of the utopian, progressive urges that characterize many of Northern California's mindsets get channeled not into the next social movement or the next technological campaign, but into an inward-looking purposeful distancing from standard definitions of community and progress. Sometimes a Burning Man, once upon a time back-to-the-land, and so on (says the person typing this on Ello to the person on the other end of the screen reading it).