I’m Stacco. I’m the co-founder with Ann Marie Utratel of DisCO.coop and its predecessor Guerrilla Translation/Media Collective. I spend most of my time learning, teaching and writing on the Commons, P2P politics and economics, open culture, post-growth futures, Platform and Open Cooperativism, decentralised governance, blockchain and all that jazz. Music is a massive influence in my life. I listen to it, play it and write about it.
In DisCO.coop I’m co-steward of the Strategic Development Circle: This means stewarding our accountability towards the general long term DisCO vision, politically and aesthetically. It also means being a total pain in the ass! I’m your worst QC nightmare. You can find out more about me and my work in my website: stacco.works
What’s the worst haircut you ever had?
All my haircuts have been uniformly EXCELLENT. Including the current one: I still have the same flaxen, flowing and J.C.-like long hair I’ve had since the Height of Grunge (™). It’s just that I’ve been dyeing it transparent for the last 20 years or so.
If you could travel to any other planet (real or fictional), where would you go and why?
Planets? Who wants to be limited to PLANETS?! I’ll take a Galaxy, thank you. Specifically: the galaxy featured in Ian M. Bank’s Culture Series. I mean, who doesn’t want to be able to change sex at will and come equipped with hormones that secrete mood altering drugs on demand. What, you don’t? You WEIRDO!
Did you have an imaginary friend as a child? What was their name?
I did, his name was Moi and he was based on this children’s book. He was a total pain in the ass! He functioned as Catholic-spec unwitting servitor who tried to keep me “In the good path” by guilting me for all sorts of shit. I took the Robert Johnson route, SORRY! Moi gave me a lot of trouble later on, but I totally repurposed him in my mind and now it’s more like this.
If you could choose to be one age forever, what age would you choose and why?
Right now at my luscious 45. I think I’ve reached the peachy point between mental and emotional dudeism with minimal amounts of physical entropy.
Are you a good dancer? How do you know?
OK, get ready for it. I have all sorts of insecurities (like, ha everyone else) but I will tell you this: I’m the BEST dancer ever! OK, maybe not the best, but man do I dance. Demos available on demand.
* Answered in 1st person for convenience. I often use the plural, because even just one Stacco is too much for me!