Havi made a Dammit List (read the incomplete version here). I love this. Love love love. I want a manifesto, too. Here it is, proclaimed on this cool gray December afternoon:

• I want to be Gilda Radner when I grow up, dammit
• I’m not going to live in a country that champions freedom of speech only to sharply curtail it in the name of Acting Like a Grown-Up, dammit
• My art will match my soul and not my couch, dammit
• My hair color is subject to not be blonde or brown, dammit
• I don’t need to sell anything to be an artist, dammit
• I don’t need a political party, dammit
• I am allowed to spend a lot of time online reading and interacting and learning, dammit
• I’m not on LinkedIn, dammit
• I’m proud that Barack Obama gave a commencement speech at ASU, dammit
• I don’t go to malls and nobody can make me, dammit
• I believe that communities are built by similarish people having a good time together, dammit
• When I’m finished living here I’m going to live out in the middle of nowhere, dammit
• Dogs are hairy and needy and expensive and the best thing on Earth, dammit

What’s yours?