Wednesday, September 30, 2009

3 New Orleans Banks Glued Shut, in style

THE FOLLOWING IS A COMMUNIQUE FROM THE NOPFP. PLEASE FEEL FREE TO REPOST OR PROMOTE IT WHEREVER, VERBATIM.       --le bloc


On Friday, September 25, the ATMs and doors of three banks in New Orleans' French Quarter were sealed shut by the New Orleans Political Fashion Police. Fuck banks. So ugly.
These actions were in solidarity with the occupiers at UC Santa Cruz and our comrades in Pittsburgh. We also did this for New Orleans, in the initial phase of our project to expel capital from our beautiful home.
This ain't no fall trend. Increasingly, righteously bad behavior becomes a part of our everyday routine. Thinking, talking, making - these things are insufficient in a society that co-opts any and everything except that which attacks directly.
There is no reason to be scared. You, too, can fight.

Dressed to kill,

The New Orleans Political Fashion Police
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Wednesday, July 1, 2009

PLAN B STOLE OUR FILM PROJECTOR...


...& by thus doing, effectively force-cancelled last night's Iron Rail movie night and all future movie nights until such time as it's convenient for them to return it.


This is hurting the recovery!!

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Monday, June 1, 2009

YOU LIKE MIKE

This is not a picture of Mike; this is a picture of Charles Mingus, a hero of mine and the subject of a short film being shown tomorrow (Tuesday) night at eight.

If you know collective member Mike, you are likely as fond of him as I am. Mike has been an anchor-- a cornerstone-- of the Rail's existence for quite a while now.

WHAT THE FUCK ARE WE GOING TO DO WITHOUT HIM? For serious, we are experiencing a critical volunteer shortage!!

But in any case, it's Mike's birthday today-- he's turning 35 or so-- and if you're down for a small, low-key informal dinner gathering to honor one of the collective's Most Valuable Playerz tonight around 8 p.m., holler at me or Gina or "westbank reppin'"

We love ya Mike...

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Sunday, February 22, 2009

FEROCIOUSLY RECURRENT

The Iron Rail takes its commitments seriously.

We are here to provide the community with books, 'zines, and a pleasant anti-authoritarian environment.

We also carry an assortment of enticing oddments: cool reusable handmade menstrual pads, patches, earnest shirts, recordings of pop music where the singers sound wicked upset about stuff.


The Iron Rail will be open and brewing hot fragrant Santa's Blend coffee on Lundi and Mardi Gras, the same as we were on "Christmas" and "New Year's" and "during the martial law curfew post-Gustav."


If it's worth doing, it's worth doing in a way that isn't half-assed and/or based on one's own convenience.

Come by and be nice to us! We're in pain all the time.

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Wednesday, November 5, 2008

SUE BUTLER KNOWS WHAT'S UP

It's a very magical little piece of the week, almost. It's the time where YOU get a phone call or text message about volunteering at the Rail! Ha ha I bet a lot of you wish you could somehow "block" messages sent from certain phones. Maybe you can? I'm not too up on this stuff.

Seriously there's no reason filling the schedule should be as stressful & last-minute as it has been the last few weeks. Help us out!!!

And of course the one sure-fire way to not get an annoying text message is to come to the weekly collective meetings, every Wednesday at 8... We love you / miss you / need your input and ideas!

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Thursday, September 4, 2008

COULD WE POSSIBLY SEE / THE KEEPER OF ALL THE KEYS

The Iron Rail will NOT be open today, Thursday, September 4th, due to ion beams.

We will however be open FRIDAY, as well as EVERY SINGLE DAY THEREAFTER!

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Thursday, May 29, 2008

THE RAIL BECOMES YOU

The scorching ion beams of the summer sun have driven many of our valuable collective members to cooler climes, and it is getting tougher to find the volunteers we need to stay open. When there aren't enough volunteers, some members of our collective go into 'crisis mode,' becoming frantic, overbearing douchebags who start overspeaking on behalf of the collective and abusing the first-person plural on the internet. Please, help us. We don't want to be like this.

What is the Iron Rail, besides its physical space? Is it a closed clique of 'cool' people? No way, dude. Is it a snooty gathering of high-flown academic theoreticians? Non! Is it some aggressive subcultural punk scene where people are judged on their uniform? Fuck no!

We're just locals (and a rotating cast of visitors) who are commited to books, independent thinking, and liberty in the broadest sense. There is no litmus test for belonging except willingness to pitch in. Some of us are more radical than others. Some of us have day jobs we believe in, some of have jobs we hate, some of us have no jobs. A few of us even have love lives. We have a token Christian. The Iron Rail boils down to providing the community with a free library and a cheap, interesting bookstore in a space that stands against oppression. We have free, extremely high-end coffee, and you can meet folks from different walks of life and talk to them or not, as you see fit. We have a damn good literature selection. There's also a range of periodicals, self-published texts, and an awesome, chronically-undervalued archive of zines from the distant past through today.

The Iron Rail was the first library in New Orleans to reopen after the failure of the federal levee system. The Iron Rail has been around for years, and isn't going away, but we also would love anyone from the community who's interested in contributing even a little but of time or energy to come by one of our weekly meetings, Wednesdays at eight PM. The meetings are open to everyone, and we bicker, discuss, and reach painstaking consensus. We're pretty nice. We'd love to see you there!

--the mighty annoying D-Block

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Wednesday, May 21, 2008

I'm No D Block.

I spent all of Tuesday Morning making money for a large corporation and a lot of Tuesday afternoon designing newer, better, more sophisticated weapons in my truck with the A/C on full blast idling outside the shopping center where I spent $300 on an outfit I'll only wear once.

So, excuse me if I didn't have time to come and open Iron Rail for all you slack jawed Gonzo/Ginsberg wannabes.

No. Really. We're sorry we didn't open.

I did fix the side bar just now. We're missing some of the smaller, local publishers we've got, but I'll add those as I get to them. I couldn't recall them immediately. I was very tempted to put noladiy in the friends category, but decided it serves at least as much purpose as Iron Rail.

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