SO THIS IS THE FIRST DAY of political activity. Yesterday was simply a day for getting into town, paying NINETY DOLLARS for a cab to the hotel, meeting up with some peeps, being served beers by a referee, and running around town with Kai–who brings me back to my twenties with the level of energy [...]
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angela bruno: Some Bozo Obama? OK then, go...
adamson: Oh, that’s what you look like....
Nora: Proud of you and all your friends...
Jonzee: Served beer by a referee? Must have...
Rafael: So Nezua, you saw and heard Michelle...HERE IS ONE OF THE FEW TANGIBLE ICONS of the time I was arrested in NYC for protesting the RNC convention and part of a much bigger picture wherein police duties take on a new aspect, where mass arrests are common place, where COINTELPRO tactics bleed back into use, where corrupt government must set up extensive and grim cage areas for all the bodies they will have to keep behind barbed wire before their elitist shindigs are celebrated.
TOMORROW I FLY TO DENVER where I am covering the Democratic National Convention as an Officially Credentialed Blogga. Yours truly will be hefting his videocamerasuavamente and like a cyberxicanistic Zorro, parrying his slim and svelte iPhone in hopes of capturing the Riot Cops using thier New Diarrhea Guns on the unruly. Then, on September 1, I’m off to St. Paul to cover the RNCC. Tap into this Neztronica. Here’s how.
I AM PREPARING to fly, in two days, to Denver, where I will attend the Democratic National Convention as an officially credentialed blogger. Yours truly will be hefting his mighty black videocamera and swiftly whipping out his slim and classy iPhone in hopes of capturing bits and pieces of all the action to send back home to thee. Then, on September 1, I’m off to St. Paul to cover the RNCC.
THERE IS STILL A LOT GOING ON in the world, and every day, and many thoughts in my mind, and much moving through my heart. But I seem to have pulled back a bit, once again, from the flow of news and commentary. I’m sure it’s like a circuit breaker to keep me sane.
THEIR VILLAGES ARE DYING. They come from towns with no future, from families with no food. They are lucky to bring a ragged toothbrush on the trip and luckier to avoid rape, murder, or starvation on the way. On the way to hope. On the way to nothing, really, but a desperate dream of survival, a mirage of prosperity, the Land of Opportunity. Where Lady Liberty holds her lamp high…so the squads of ICEmen can see well enough to snatch up the hunger-wracked wanderers and hurl them into the frothy maw of Camp Halliburton.
Taking Spanish classes in 2006 wasn’t easy. I had to leave my friend behind. My friend, my magical power, my lifeboat. The English Language. I had to agree, for an hour at a time, to get out and walk. To know nothing. (Or very little.) To be quiet. Or I didn’t have to agree to be quiet. But for once, there was no other choice.
WE IMAGINED THE TELESCREEN and got the Essence right. But the Symbol we did not. We didn’t see that we’d not have them as TVs, but as computers. And we imagined them bolted down. And we never imagined they wouldn’t be mandatory, but sought after as prizes and status symbols. And we didn’t imagine we’d not try to slip out of their sightline, as Winston did, but that we would strip down naked and dance in front of them at nearly every opportunity.
IT’S THE MOST IMPORTANT and the simplest things we forget. So much energy poured away, or stones carried far and then dropped down in our own path and with our own hands.
EARTHLINGS need to know that I don’t feel interested today in a long post on any given topic. Yet—dammit—the planet requires my input on certain subjects and I’m not going to stand in between humankind’s need for that input and…me. Because that would just be selfish. Aside from spatially impossible.
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