Question for other Brooklyn folk

So I always see people around the Bedford stop selling random crap on the street. I don't mean the vendors with the tables with the snake-shaped lighters encrusted with synthetic rubies or whatever. I mean people putting out blankets on the corners and selling a bunch of clothing and random books/CDs/tchochkes. What I want to know is, do you need some sort of permission for it, or can anyone (namely me) just do that? I have a whole bunch of stuff I want to get rid of before I move on Tuesday--clothes and books I don't want anymore. So if it's sunny, saintpeg and I want to be shopgirls. Sort of.

I can't shake the ick feeling.

We find ourselves living in a chronotope. A chronotope, as appropriated by Bakhtin from the theory of relativity, is a space-time unit and then some. It is an intersection of the the history and the historical narrative. The vectors of our particular chronotope, "the September 11th chronotope" imply a location, a time of day, a point separating "before" and "after," a discourse-turned-hegemony. The ontogenesis of it lies in the Empire, which does not have a beginning, because it erased its own point of origin through mythology. But myth always loops back on itself, that is one of its many powers, and we keep looking, entranced by the anthropomorphised archetypes on one end, blindsided by emerging futures that refuse to conform to prediction, confusing aftertaste and premonition, feeling the vague unease that results from lacking the language to talk about the fluid revisionism and the accelerated memory loss that permeate everything and feed each other. A chronotope in the wrong hands is a dangerous thing. This one keep metastasizing: Haiti, Ecuatorial Guinea, Syria on the back burner. It resonates in the Moscow subways and Madrid train stations. Its effluvia is the air in the room when Bush's campaign ad, capitalizing on the FDNY, appreas on the TV screen.

While the US fundies engage in a game of unconstitutional point-counterpoint with the queer community, the US is  hiring mercinaries in Chile to replace its soldiers on security duty in Iraq. Consistent with the new outsourcing mega-trend, former commandos, trained under Pinochet are being paid $4,000 a month to guard oil wells.

While the new democratic leaders of Haiti are locking people in outhouses and setting them on fire, as well as targeting anyone associated with the Lavalas family^*, the US is going "na-ah" now that its latest attempt at "nation building" has been cock-blocked by Zimbabwe. Sources also indicated that the aircraft, which Zimbabwean officials alleged also carried military equipment, had arrived from the Hope Air Force Base in North Carolina, United States, before its stop-over in Barbados. Further reports stated that the plane, originally a commercial PanAm Airways aircraft up until a week ago, was being operated by the American Air Force, but international Press reports stated it had been sold to a South African company. As we know, the plane was en route to Equatorial Guinea, which just happens to be the third-largest oil producer in Africa. Who says Bush isn't paying attention to reports on the environment and doomsday peak oil analysis? ( Here is some interesting information I bet you didn't know about Equatorial Guinea: )

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Hours after the claim that Al-Qaeda was responsible for the Madrid bombings produced the headlines of the day in the US, to be scanned by people who never have and never will have any idea of what ETA is or who the Basque separatists are, Reuters reported: Purported Al-Qaeda Letter Says US Strike Near Ready. Apprently the code name for the strike is "Winds of Black Death," which sounds a lot like Jeremy Reynolds'^** imaginary of what Islamic Fundamentalists would entitle their impending strike. Remember Tommy Franks and wait for the October Surprise coming your way. Either that, or we will really be paying for The Cabal's apocalyptic warmongering across the globe for real. MIHOP or LIHOP? Take your pick.

*( Read the partial transcript from the Flashpoint report by Kevin Pina on the ground in Port-Au-Prince )

** see this entry.