Wednesday, September 28, 2005

Exhalted season of the chosen peeps

We'd all love to strangle this guy, eh? What I was saying yesterday is all those protests ain't worth a damn today. He gets back like nothing happened, pops up in the rose garden and gives us the stay the course rant and boasts about extracting a pound of terrorist-flesh. Hey, great timing W, I guess things are going great after all. God those liberal rabble-rousers are kinda misled, huh? Guess that means you earned yourself another vacation huh?

Don't you like autumn? everyone seems to. I'm in the park, it's still T-shirt weather, but I feel fine in pants and sneakers, rather than my well worn mandals and cargo shorts. Hey Timberland, gimme an endorsement and I'll slap up a link, yo. That goes for Fender guitars, Celestial Seasonings Tea and well, just about anyone else. Damn, I need a job, really so I can go back to being a ruthless consumer with disposable income. Bank of America, stop with the fees please, and NYU, hello!!!! Where's my money?????

J-pea was checking out this site,http://www.chosencouture.com/chosen-gift-shop.php perhaps in mental preparation for her first dose of vaguely Jewish pageanrty that is the meeting of the Jewish mother (Hi, Ca!!(Mom)). Followed by the anticipated pageantry of Sean Besser's Bar Mitzvah. Won't that be fun, and an interesting post to all concerned. Do send me feedback BTW, in case anyone reads this that I don't habitually speak to. Or blog it back, get going, I know you have a blog, CM, first lady of Lakeridge. Surely if you eliminate first person narrative and effectively confuse the reader, you'd have a historic perspective to document the unique atmosphere of NW Ct. Just a suggestion. The Cornish hen can wait, marinate, lie prostate. Digest. Rosh Hashanoh waits, looking forward to Wally and Grace.

Tuesday, September 27, 2005

Sniff if you love America, I do a lot

Approximately the ful crowd on Sunday, I'd say500 at most.




It was a pretty active weekend in DC as you may imagine with the big protest and the little counter protests. I of course was there, half in spirit, a ghostlike wandering spirit if you will, part quivering tortured flesh. We're on the other end of cherry blossom season here and my allergies got so bad I thought it was something worse.

Saturdays rally was spectacular indeed, you could not help but feel it was the 60s again. Endless speeches and spirituals, please for environmental programs over military exploits exhibited both sides of good old fashioned Amerikan altruism. It's a great country run incredibly stupidly it seems. With such diversity you can only imagine how widespread dissent is. With a more homogenized people it's easier to nail down an overall philosophy of life. Oh well, it seems we have lost the way. Someone in Washington must have saw the silver lining when the Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor, and as it is rumored by some felt another one was in order to re-establish the military state. W, being a rich Texas tykook felt that was all fine and dandy, but now his allies are getting fewer as he seeks more big government back up as his only sheild to keep him in power, and boy does he have it.
Saturday's protest may have been a Woodstock, and Sunday's counter rally was a bingo game in Gulfport. But the Wrights are right, and though they swatheth themselves in the homemade flag, they are the protected and cosummated true Americans that carry the guns and die happy and martyred. And they produce faster than McDonalds, poor uneducated and ignorant make great briquets for the flames of war.
Don't get me wrong, I'm against the damn war alright, I'm enlightened to the strentgths and faults of this democracy and willing to consider another way. As long as change is presented in a peaceful way, that's what we're doing wrong over there. More bombs are on the way...you finished with that Constitution yet? we might have to make some changes...
The 90s are gone, but the jadedness survives. I felt personally disappointed that I' didn't talk at length with demonstrators on either side, just a social phobia, but who knows, deep within lies an inner objectivity that will benefit me someday. Taking my sad sneezy self off the front lines and back in front of the TV for our good ole' 'Merican beer drinkin' activities tasted a bit sour to me on this occasion. For Pittsburgh Steeler fans, apparently they felt a similar angst.
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Tuesday, September 20, 2005

ptown photo retrospective

ptown 112
ptown 112,
originally uploaded by G Miles.
A scenic shot from the breakwater speaks volumes dunnit? Inspiring artists to work their mojo, mum the word and y'know...grill and bike and surf and sip and sit around, have fun.
More shots on flickr, follow th' link!

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Another fine sunny day with big hat and mando in the park. Note Jury's hotel in the background. Famed for it's recently installed Wifi on the roof, and Biddys bar, a favorite hetero hang I hear...

Sunday, September 18, 2005

Dupont Circle.24jul05

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02.04.Sunday.WDC.24jul05,
originally uploaded by EXB-WDC.
Just a cool shot of me jammin' in the park. Yo E, got more coming? This was in July, I wore a big straw hat today.

Thursday, September 15, 2005

Finally, rain. P-Town Part One

Provincetown is groovy, even off season a great place for a proper vacation. Rent a little house, a bike, bring your sweetie and you're set for a grillin' good tyme. Had a time finding the beach by bike, Herrings Cove was not as visually spectacular as Race Point but had much better swimming water. Brisk and slighly alginated, it was an invigorating soup. Many a fine stone kept for keepsaking. Today would have been a designated shopping day on Commercial St. for sweet J but we have rain and if it doesn't stop soon, well...,oh poo as she would say I suppose. Pictures forthcoming, forgot the cable o dang.

Friday, September 02, 2005

Heat and Frustration

Just to wake up and be comfortable. To be alive and hydrated, to have a future is enough it seems. Been watching the hurricane coverage for days now, wishing I was able to do something, since I have no money I would have volunteered my time and energy to help people. I'm just putting it out there, folks, those who know me or don't know me know if I'm full of shit or not, sometimes I'm not sure even myself. But if I was asked to go and help I would surely do so.
Jules cried herself to sleep from a similar frustration, the stories of children being separated from the pets and loved ones. And newborn babies being separated from displaced parents is a hell of a way to enter life. It makes a kid like that wonder what America is about, if the child only knew.
So I bide my time back in DC, climbing on the bike to feel the sun and sweat like everyone else. I can't sit and watch CNN all day, waiting for the Smithsonian to call. I noticed in Georgetown the regular gas was going for $3.28 a gallon. It's shocking, but the SUVs crawled and searched for parking spaces on ritzy M Street anyway.
I walked through Theodore Roosevelt Island, marveling at the massively overgrown 100 year old trees. All of them covered in tight choking vines, poison Ivy, other plant life. Spider webs and butterflies. Many trees overturned, great refuge for squirrels, raccoons and snakes.
Back on the trail, I myself ran out of gas, a small breakfast to blame. Just shows you the fallacy of cathartic suffering, or is it exercise? Either way I returned, watched more damn Bush speeches, like that's all he can do. Instead of adding his input to the briefing of the local military authorities, he takes the opportunity to " I just want to thank..." Please! I normally don't yell at the TV, but I was pleading with Mr. Sanyo to shut up. Are you with me, world? Haven't we had enough of this guy?
Follow the link to share in the indignance with our hard working reporters in the field. I've been particularly impressed with angry homo Anderson Cooper. Speak yo mind, sailor boy.
And bravo to Kanye West. I've never heard his music, I'm not sold on his fashion sense, but on the first airing of the televised Concert for Relief he was sort of babbling about the negligence and racism by the government's escape plan, the description of his people as refugees (not merely Fugees) and he managed to slip in "Bush does not care about black people". Whoah-ho! That was not in the script, folks!
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