Friday, July 31, 2009

Another Broke on Broke Crime Poster from MAC

Rev Terry has another 'Stop Broke on Broke Crime' poster up on his blog. Check it out here.

Notice the MAC tag line at the bottom. Very 'crimethincian.'

Monday, July 27, 2009

V3, Almost Done

Our Relationship to the Commodity is Like This Son:
On My Need for Class Fellowship
by crudo

When I hang out with my friends, there is a certain dynamic that plays itself out. First off, we do all care about each other, regardless of whatever anyone who comes to Modesto and tells us that we're fucked up to each other says. We always generally ask how things are going on with each other, with work, (this is always important, because a break in work means bad shit), school (if that person is going to school), or just with life. Many times we ask each other how things are going on with our relationships – and we also talk about our political projects. One thing that is constant is that we are almost always together. Since we have a connection and we are tied down via work and other shit, we have to make the most out of being stuck in the Central Valley. We go out and take food because we cannot afford to pay for it. We appropriate clothes in groups because we cannot afford to pay for them. We organize and intervene in the tensions that directly affect us and our community. But what is always constant is the understanding of our relationship to the commodity form. We are always on the lookout for ways to gain paper. Always on the lookout for threats to our income. Always looking to come up on things. We did not become criminals out of just a hatred of capitalism, but the realization that the system has forced us to become them in order to get by.

We live in a totality of generalized class antagonisms. When jobs and hours get slashed we are affected. When school costs go up we are affected. Changes in police and store security or increases in surveillance are threats to us. We deal with not only what is done against us, but also what our parents and families go through. It's everything from your moms being threatened with losing her benefits at work to having your shit jacked for the third time. All of this, toppled with the ongoing daily pressures of just being a young person and dealing with shit, equates to huge amounts of stress. Stress makes people do lots of things, often times many of them bad. This is why me and my friends are always joking, always. Always fucking around, always. Always on the lookout for a way to get up in the game, always. Always trying to get fucked up and escape, always. Middle class people often have a hard time understanding this – as well they should. The pressures that we face as proletarians are not things that they often can come to know; they are lived experiences that define our lives.

But I appreciate my friends because in them they represent truly the proletariat; or the conscious body of working class people who resist their material conditions. When we speak and joke it is crude and basic at times, but we grow and learn and change and create our own history based on our activity, not (just) the escalation of an acquired theory. It does not matter how many times you read the Call comrade; as you try to sift through all those complex words of doctors sons and daughters, the ideas won't leap off the page and come alive for you. If anything, what matters is if the ideas will resonate with your desire to actively do something, or perhaps give new meaning to the actions that you already are engaged in. Sure my friends and I are rough around the edges, but that roughness is a reflection of the realities of daily life. I still would much rather base our level of sophistication and seriousness upon our practical activity, than ever on our ability to explain why we do the things that must be done. Furthermore, it is this reality that gives my most prized relationships meaning; in the fact that there is a passion and a beauty in the struggle. When passion comes out of misery, I find it more exciting and genuine. When creation comes out of the crushing force and alienation of capital, I find it more inspiring. Harmonize all you want to, but your songs sound hallow to me. You can smear yourself with dirt, but I can still see your fucking face.

I was recently at a three day anarchist convergence in California. Throughout the days there was the usual barrage of workshops and tabling. People mostly moving around and just chatting with friends. I spent my time getting fucked up under the oppressive heat and getting my notes for my workshop ready. I left the convergence thinking I was going to have to agree with Barry Pateman, I don't know if I see a point, nor do a have a desire, to talk to 'anarchists' anymore. On my way to the car one night, I saw a collection cup out for the “Laid Off Teachers” fund on the front porch of a house. It reminded me of a conversation with a teacher I had had earlier in the day about her experiences in Oaxaca. There, she said she asked teachers there why they were striking and rioting and they told her because the state wanted to put 30 kids in each of their classes. I thought about that each time I sit down to work in front of a room of kids way over the size of 30.

Class fellowship is important to me. No, more than that, it is a requirement for my sanity and happiness. I desire a reminder of my relationship to the commodity and our struggle against it. I don't feel like this is me just wanting to be comfortable. I just don't like forgetting who I am or my lot in this piece of shit. I don't like pretending I'm outside of it or above it, or that I've dropped out of it. I'd rather be in the shit and trying to bring it down. So it's not that I hate certain towns, or even that I hate certain people, I guess I just feel uncomfortable in comfortable places. I feel weird being around in cities full of people who probably would only talk or interact with me as a lawyer, judge, city council member, or a boss. I have a need for a true proletarian community – and it is a real one.

Sunday, July 26, 2009

What's Happening to Our Hood?: Two Films

I sat down the other day and watched the movie Milk. It tells the tale of Harvey Milk, the first openly gay elected official in the US. Harvey was a man in his 40's when he won a seat on SF's board of supervisors. His area of influence was in the Castro and in the Haight area. I won't get into the movie too much; but there were several aspects of the film that I thought were interesting. For the gender angle, Harvey's 'administration' once in power and while in the process of working towards their goals is very male dominated and at one point in the film openly hostile towards a gay woman working on the campaign. People of color within the gay community are not much represented in the film, except from one of Harvey's lovers who ends up hanging himself and doesn't speak very good english. One gets the feeling that from the director's perspective, gayness in SF in the early 70's and 80's, is very much a white community. From the aspect of class, one of the interesting things that movie touches on is the power of the gay elite, mostly the editors of The Advocate, which is a mainstream gay and lesbian publication. In the film, the editors don't back Milk because they are more concerned with backing straight candidates that are favorable to gay and lesbian issues. The gay elites argue that change should be slow. While Milk himself is a business owner and quiet successful, one of the few working class characters we get to see is a young person who comes to work for Milk after first referring to elections as 'bourgeois.'

The most interesting things about the film however, is the fact that riots and large scale rebellion are always on the verge of errupting in the city in response to various attacks on gay people. Milk at various times uses himself to defuse the situation and stop people from rioting (although in an ironic twist of fate, people rioted violently after he was shot). In one scene during a demonstration, the former radical who comes to work for milk riles people up and marches them to City Hall, only to have Milk come out and talk to the crowd in a staged event done to make sure that people didn't riot. Politics in this film, is clearly a recuperation of the rage for attack on the system. I suggest that you see the film, but with a very critical eye.

The next film that I want to discuss is one of my favorites, Be Kind, Rewind. The film takes places in New Jersey in the midst of gentrification of a working class racially mixed neighborhood. The main characters are the store owner of a VHS tape rental store, and Mos Def's character who works there, and his friend played by Jack Black, who works around the corner at a mechanic shop. Jerry (Black), is convinced that the government is controlling the power plant in the neighborhood and decides to sabotage it. In the process his is shocked and then comes in and erases all the VHS tapes. In an attempt to do something about all the tapes being erased, the two friends re-shoot all the movies by themselves, and the films become a hit. Sadly, the government catches wind of the situation and destroys the tapes. In response, the community comes together to support them and the store and ends up making a movie together. One of the coolest scenes is when the community discusses making a movie about the life of 'Fatts Wallace,' a jazz singer who supposedly lived in the area, discussing as a group what the movie will look like. The themes of this movie are community solidarity and mutual aid.

I like this film because it potrays working class people in a real way, not either in a romantized way, or 'their all fucked up and sell drugs' way. Even the 'thugs' in the film are pretty real and chill. Look for a scene shot in the next Vengeance. If you haven't watched this movie or ripped it from offline, give it a watch.

Sunday, July 19, 2009

Class struggle and hip-hop: interview with Comrade Malone, 2009

Class struggle and hip-hop: interview with Comrade Malone, 2009


Hip-hop has seen artists with social and political awareness. Rarely, however, has there been hip-hop fused with unashamedly class struggle, libertarian politics. 22-year-old Comrade Malone attempts to buck that trend with his album The Spontaneous Revolt LP.

Ed Goddard from caught up with him to talk about life and politics in music.

Tell us a bit about your life growing up and how you got into politics.
I grew up on a council estate in north-west London and lived there for the first twenty years of my life. I’m not from a political background and didn’t really pay attention to politics until my late teens. In 2003, when the invasion of Iraq began, there was a massive walkout at my school with students blocking roads and making their way to go and protest outside parliament. At the time, this was just a day off school which let me go and get stoned with mates in the park. But it did have an effect and I started thinking a lot more about how shit things are. I questioned things a lot more after that, to the point where I was questioning the overall nature of capitalism, which I started to see as the root cause of all these problems.

When I was 20, I left home and lived in a homeless people’s hostel for a year. Throughout my time there, I was unemployed, on benefits and getting more pissed off, as were the boys I shared facilities with.

That hostel was a trap. The only way you could leave and get into social housing was by being referred by the staff there, which meant submitting to their rules and keeping up to date with the weekly service charge you'd pay from your benefits. My money would go fast on food and transport I'd use to look for work. When I got into service charge arrears I was threatened with eviction twice. Serious bully business from a housing 'charity'! You could get on the council list, but it’d take a few years to build up enough points for a flat and even then your chances are ultra slim.

Why did you call the album The Spontaneous Revolt LP?
We made the album in about two weeks and I wanted that to be reflected in the name, as well as reflecting it’s political content. Spontaneous Revolt refers both to the nature of the album and the way in which it was made.

Tell us about your experiences so far within the UK hip-hop scene.
I got into the scene by grabbing the mic and turning up for free studio time any time I could. I recorded a cheaply made track at a music college which got passed around on copied CDs and ended up on pirate radio. I got invited to do live shows on air and eventually got a phone call from Kemet Entertainment Records, who I signed a recording contract with in 2006. Whilst on Kemet, I worked with some quality producers such as Baby J, Joe Buddha, and DJ Flip, and was getting a lot of shows.

Sadly, UK hip hop had its own little economic collapse, with nights like Kung Fu in Camden and Speakers Corner in Brixton closing, Itch FM shutting down, Low-Life records closing, and Kemet as well. There's no green shoots here and no one’s bailing us out! We're all redundant rappers now; last year I was in a quality studio off Harley street, and now I'm in DJ Downlow's flat eating fried chicken with ghetto-flavoured mayonnaise.

As a class struggle anarchist, you’re quite different from a lot of other socially conscious rappers. What are your views on the prevalence of nationalist, religious or pro-Obama views in hip-hop?
They’re just a reflection of opinion in America. Politically, some of those opinions might be to the left, but if you want more class struggle in hip-hop, you need more class struggle in society first. Hip-hop reflects what’s already there, whether its street violence, political consciousness, or ‘Vote Obama’ feeling.

What radical traditions/movements do you take inspiration from?
The movements that inspire me most are always working class grassroots ones, and often, but not always, those with libertarian principles. Learning about what the CNT-FAI achieved in the 1930s, contributed to the confidence I have in the possibility of a self-managed society on a large scale. Hungary 1956 is another good example. It's hard to hear conscious American hip-hop without reference to the Black Panthers. What's inspiring about them is that they were a street-level organisation and their survival programs made a big positive difference to the lives of people in the community. These days, there's often focus on organising in the workplace, but not enough on dealing with community issues. Right now, I'm also inspired by all the shit kicking off in Greece.

What do you think of the anarchist movement's ability to engage working class youth such as yourself?
The anarchist movement needs to start holding Skins parties with free booze and drugs, and a strict dress code of hoodies, caps, and trainers only! But on a serious level, it’s about communicating with people in the right way. People in political groups might be experienced and knowledgeable but young working class people often feel they lack that experience and knowledge to be active. Most people don’t know the definition of anarchism. The anarchist movement has got to let people know what it’s all about and show people that there are no intellectual entry requirements.

What are your plans for the future?
I’m gonna be recording and releasing more free material. For most of the time, I’ll be working alongside DJ Downlow, my partner in crime in studio and pub. I’d love to do a tour across Europe and I’m thinking about the possibility of doing that, but it won’t happen this year. As for now, I’m just gonna keep releasing free music.

Spontaneous Revolt Free Download -
Comrade Malone official myspace page -

Friday, July 17, 2009

Cody Shows Me His Balls During an Interview

Step It Up Crew from KKKanada interviews me on the radio.

Download that here.

What is to be Drunk?

So, I'm sitting in the firehouse tonight, and I wanted to run a couple of things I've been working on and thinking about off hand with some of my dear readers in the hopes of getting some feedback - although you all punked out a couple of posts back about me getting shit talked and didn't make any comments, so what the fuck.

1.) Tonight in Modesto was the first "hip hop in the park" night, with folks from Modesto Anarcho Crew and the Revolutionary Hip Hop Report participating. Due to fucking complications from the power not being on where we wanted it, we plugged into another spot in the park. Anyway, shit was tight,, some local MC got up and spit and people from RHHR played some phat beats. My only concern besides all the stupid sexist and anti-gay shit that some of the people were saying was the fact that not as many came over and check it out as I would have liked. Does anyone think that a weekly or bi-weekly hip hop get together in the park is something tight that they would like to see? We tabled and that went well, but...I think I just want to see this continue cus I like hip hop so much. Any wayz....

2.) Me and some friends have been playing around with this idea of the 'homie hookup,' and although some of my friends tell me that no one says homie anymore, basically the idea is an 'alternative' to food not bombs, where basically all your friends get together to bring surplus stuff that they either dumpstered, got from work, or have around that they want to give out to other friends. With so many anarchists/ and or anarcho-types living in modesto's downtown now, we should get together bust mad chills and give out food to each other.

3.) I was wondering how far we can go with this 'broke on broke' crime shit. Tonight we tabled and we got rid off over like 300 stickers, and I think this could take off in a cool way. Any ideas.

Anyway, I'm out to get taco bell and finish another blog post that I'll read tomorrow and regret and make spelling corrections to and tell myself not drink anymore.

Thursday, July 16, 2009

Stop Broke on Broke Crime

Some stuff me and a comrade have been working on.

Stickers, posters, and flyers. Get this shit up now.

Wednesday, July 15, 2009

A Warning to Those Who Have Stolen Our Word

This is a great article from Fire to the Prisons #5.

It’s not a case of in-fighting or immaturity, it’s a case of legitimate division, this is a call out for distinction. For almost ten years, which is many of my young life, I’ve been dedicating my attention, resources, and commitment to provoking agitation and trying to stimulate a desire for insurrection, and a vision of satisfaction with our everyday lives. More recently, either in response to our alleged post-911 era, or a “post-globalization” anarchist “movement,” I have noticed a distasteful transition in the norm when appointing certain behavior and thinking as anarchist (or anarcho whatever the fuck). The word “anarchist” communicates a desire or vision for the destruction of all constraint. A word that has been, and remains to be used as an identifier for the most incendiary and deep feelings of frustration we feel in our everyday lives.

Neglecting the different factions of anarchy that have come out of arguments collectively discussed in perceiving what is or is not dominating. It has always at least been indispensable to the anarchist identity to accept nothing else but the utter destruction and abandonment of all rituals, institutions, and appendages of domination, and no other response or recognition of these institutions was anarchist. For some, an understanding of this word remains. But in some of my more recent experiences where I’ve found myself in particular sub-cultural gatherings, I found our fire breathing desires behind such a term being stolen. I discovered this word I use to communicate my desires socially to be mis-used and disgraced, refined into a new type of veiled liberalism or lacking politic hiding itself in the aesthetic of an “anarchist sub-culture”.

Single issued politics: picking and choosing which oppression to prioritize, which company to pick, which community to organize, neglecting the totalistic nature of our current context. Voting: allowing ourselves to be deceived by the ritualistic political spectacles we are provided with by the elite, giving us a false sense of empowerment, all the while disgracing our struggle against all governing forces as one of compromise and faith in our enemy’s games of deception.

Even pacifism: a first world ideology more then encouraged by Hollywood’s presentation of dissent, a strategy of comfort, a strategy of insincerity, a strategy of resistance condoned by our enemy. A tactless tactic that serves the state, limits our resistance, prevents our struggle from becoming a threat, and making us look like a bunch of fucking hippies!?

Read the full article here.

Monday, July 13, 2009

HIp Hop

The narrative that is found in hip hop is something that I think all proletarians can appreciate and find resonance with, even if the image of the street hustler or an up and coming gangsta is far from your present reality. The idea that one can only beat the material conditions that are imposed upon our lives by taking risks, breaking the law, through the action of close and trusted friends (thus making the police, feds, and snitches #1 enemies), and not hesitating to use violence to achieve such ends, is a fine narrative indeed. Sure the substance is problematic: black market capitalism, prole on prole violence, the rampant sexism in most hip hop - but there's still so much there that is worthwhile. It's problematic to smooth over the rough edges, kind of like when I skip the first verse of DMX's "Where the Hood At?," ..."got no love for homo thugs...," but still in my opinion hip hop is the most class conscious form of music, because there is a constant reminder of the rappers relationship to the commodity; their position in class society.

I was planning to write up a huge review of all the hip hop albums I was listening to, and putting forward my idea that overtly political hip hop is pretty bad and general just like thug shit hip hop is way better, but then I got drunk and fuck it.

Stuff to download: Young Jeezy (The Recession), Maino (If Tomorrow Comes), Thug Life (Thug Life aka 2pac and The Outlawz), Slim Thug (Mix Tape), K'Naan (Troubador).

Don't waster your time on: Dead Prez (Mix Tape #3). Seriously.

Hip hop adds to my self-valorization, which is always a plus.

Sunday, July 12, 2009

rich kid got skillz

Forget Shorter Showers
Why personal change does not equal political change
by Derrick Jensen
Published in the July/August 2009 issue of Orion magazine

WOULD ANY SANE PERSON think dumpster diving would have stopped Hitler, or that composting would have ended slavery or brought about the eight-hour workday, or that chopping wood and carrying water would have gotten people out of Tsarist prisons, or that dancing naked around a fire would have helped put in place the Voting Rights Act of 1957 or the Civil Rights Act of 1964? Then why now, with all the world at stake, do so many people retreat into these entirely personal “solutions”?

Part of the problem is that we’ve been victims of a campaign of systematic misdirection. Consumer culture and the capitalist mindset have taught us to substitute acts of personal consumption (or enlightenment) for organized political resistance. An Inconvenient Truth helped raise consciousness about global warming. But did you notice that all of the solutions presented had to do with personal consumption—changing light bulbs, inflating tires, driving half as much—and had nothing to do with shifting power away from corporations, or stopping the growth economy that is destroying the planet? Even if every person in the United States did everything the movie suggested, U.S. carbon emissions would fall by only 22 percent. Scientific consensus is that emissions must be reduced by at least 75 percent worldwide.

Or let’s talk water. We so often hear that the world is running out of water. People are dying from lack of water. Rivers are dewatered from lack of water. Because of this we need to take shorter showers. See the disconnect? Because I take showers, I’m responsible for drawing down aquifers? Well, no. More than 90 percent of the water used by humans is used by agriculture and industry. The remaining 10 percent is split between municipalities and actual living breathing individual humans. Collectively, municipal golf courses use as much water as municipal human beings. People (both human people and fish people) aren’t dying because the world is running out of water. They’re dying because the water is being stolen.

Read whole article here.

Saturday, July 11, 2009

When People Talk Shit

1. hater

A person that simply cannot be happy for another person's success. So rather than be happy they make a point of exposing a flaw in that person.

Hating, the result of being a hater, is not exactly jealousy. The hater doesnt really want to be the person he or she hates, rather the hater wants to knock somelse down a notch.

Susan: You know, Kevin from accounting is doing very well. He just bought a house in a very nice part of town.

Jane (hater): If he is doing so well why does he drive that '89 Taurus?

Someone called me the other day saying that a person came into an anarchist infoshop on the west coast and picked up a copy of Modesto Anarcho and said, "Oh I know crudo, he lives at his rich Jewish parents' house."

Hmmmm....some straight up COINTELPRO shit, or just someone talking shit? I think it's just someone talking shit, but it brings up some interesting things in my mind, and I like to squash rumors before they get out of control in this excuse for a 'community.' First off, what the fuck is wrong with being Jewish? Some pretty racist shit equating being Jewish and rich, which my parents, or myself, are neither. I know several Jewish people and they are neither rich and are tight anti-Zionist radicals.

It pisses me off to no extent when people don't know me start talking shit about me. I don't have to prove anything to anyone. My relationship to the commodity is as real as my dad not working because both of his wrists have been sliced open for surgery because his job has given him carpal tunnel syndrome, while the union that 'represents' workers at his job does nothing. It's as real as the fact that my parents have taken pay cut after pay cut, been laid off on certain days, all the while the state of CA spends more on prisons than education.

Then there's my own situation. But in the end, I'll let my boy here below show the haters how I really feel...

Wednesday, July 8, 2009

Wednesday, July 1, 2009

Pigs in the Sky, Cameras on the Road

"'Cause even when they kill me,
they can never take the game from a young G."


By the time I got to Riverside I was pretty tired and hungover. Having slept in Fresno the night before after a failed attempt at a benefit show for Modesto Needle Exchange, which was busted early this summer by a sting operation conducted by the Stanislaus Sheriff's Department, and spending several hours in a car with four other people and a dog, I was ready to crash. I was bummed that I didn't get to see my boy Emcee Lynx perform with his band, Beltain's Fire, but I heard his car got all fucked up, and besides, it would have sucked for them to come all the way to Fresno and play to an empty house.

I was asleep on the playground when my friends urged me to hide under the jungle gym. When the kids in Riverside told me that the pigs kick you out of the park, I thought they were talking about cops on foot, but no, they were talking about pigs in the sky. Suddenly a spot light appears and the only thing separating me from their watching gaze is a few inches of industrial plastic and metal that made up the jungle gym. A voice booms, "The park is closed, LEAVE NOW!" I guess the volleyball game is over sadly, as the collection of anarchists and punk kids empties the park and the pigs begin to follow us in our cars for a time. Nice to know they'll be shutting down homeless shelters, free clinics, and schools soon, yet they'll have enough money to keep those fuckers flying in the sky. Don't ask me how I feel about pigs getting laid off - fuck em. They've had it good for so long - cut em every chance you can get. You know it's bad when pigs in Modesto area getting laid off. Those fuckers are class traitors.

Also, went to a VERY up scale hotel and, I'll let Davey take this one:

Walking into the Mission Inn like we owned it brought a warm excitement only brought on by fear and happiness. We drank Expensive champagne and chocolate strawberry on it's rooftop, looking down at the unsuspecting city.

The anarchists in Riverside were interesting. Or I should say, the anarchist I spent time with in Riverside was interesting. Like myself, they had a pretty close connection to the city that they were in, and a feeling of a presence to their city that they were born to. Like a lot of anarchists, they seem to be caught up in this idea of "Trying to ask the community what it needs," and then trying to fill that need. I don't really see this as our role. Ask people what they need and they will say, "Jobs, money, better access to things." We can't supply people with employment, for example. Sure, we should be organizing for a reduction of the price of things, and fighting back against paying for more and getting less, but we aren't in a position to get people jobs or get even (often) more money in their pocket. I'm less interested in getting people groceries every week than I am opening up space to talk to people about why we should destroy class society. Than I am about existing within the tensions that are already there and trying to make them into ruptures. Giving confidence to the tendencies that already are among the class that are positive. Attacking the Left, white supremacy, and patriarchy within the class. Anarchists also put no strategy into their projects when they do take on a charity feel. Who cares if you feed people if it's not part of a wider project.

Anyway, left Riverside and headed into Phoenix, or more appropriately Tempe, a city outside of it. Roadside cameras dot the landscape, ready to snap your picture if you go over a certain speed. These cameras have lead to a variety of act of sabotage and resistance as of late, and continues to be an area of conflict. Tempe is a pretty cool place. If I had to live anywhere in the US right now I'd probably have to live there. The Phoenix Class War Council holds shit down here and puts out a fine publication, some cool stuff, and runs a blog that is worth checking out.

On the Light Rail today I watched a woman curse at some pigs who got her for not paying for the fair. Everyday is social war as they say...

I took the Light Rail to this place called Conspire today, kind of like an artsy/activist hangout/coffee house, with an 'anarchist library.' The library was mostly filled with books that looked like leftovers from garage sales and copies of magazines ranging from Slingshot to ISR. Urgh. Luckily, I left some copies of Vengeance, Modesto Anarcho, and Fire to the Prisons to help people try and figure their shit out.

Friday looks to be interesting. Here's there's this thing called "First Friday," kind of like a social happening where people come out and look at shit and take in new artwork. I guess last time around the police tried to fuck with people and people fought back. It's hot as fuck here but hopefully there are storm clouds on the horizon.

The youth culture here in Phoenix is also interesting. I went into a graffiti store today that was amazing. Lots of interesting graffiti and artwork everywhere. I seems slightly autonomous from middle class influence or university bullshit, which is interesting. The hip hop group the Insects is from here and I had the pleasure of meeting the singer which was great. If you aren't familiar with their stuff, check them out. I'm also addicted to the graphic novel series, Wet Moon now. Basically a soap opera graphic novel about young goth girls and their problems.

Back to the heat, lots of beer, and all the gorgeous women with better tattoos than me and the ability to somehow not sweat as much.