deal

hobbie and i decided that when i can write about what happened, i'll be on my way to acceptance.

can't write about it just yet.

until then, something by saul williams that has been running through my head for the past two days: every living being deserves a song, and our passions must not be rationed, so everybody sing-a-long.

my dad sent me this poem a while ago and i just found it again. he has a knack for knowing exactly what I like interms of literature and music and art. here's an example:

Motown, Arsenal of Democracy -Marge Piercy

Fog used to bloom off the distant river
turning our streets strange, elongating
sounds and muffling others. The crack
of a gunshot softened.

The sky at night was a dull red:
a bonfire built of old creosote soaked
logs by the railroad tracks. A red
almost pink painted by factories--

that never stopped their roar
like traffic in canyons of New York.
But stop they did and fell down
ending dangerous jobs that paid.

We believed in our unions like some
trust in their priests. We believed
in Friday paychecks sure as
winter's ice curb-to-curb

where older boys could play
hockey dodging--wooden
pucks, sticks cracking wood
on wood. A man came home

with a new car and other men
would collect around it like ants
in sugar. Women clumped for showers--
wedding and baby--wakes, funerals

care for the man brought home
with a hole ripped in him, children
coughing. We all coughed in Detroit.
We woke at dawn to my father's hack.

That world is gone as a tableau
of wagon trains. Expressways carved
neighborhoods to shreds. Rich men
moved jobs south, then overseas.

Only the old anger lives there
bubbling up like chemicals dumped
seething now into the water
building now into the bones.

tibet shmibet

i doubt that kirsten dunst wearing a "free tibet" button on her $12,000 leather hobo bag has a deep impact on china's dirty deeds done dirt cheap in tibet.


conversation heard in round table discussion in meeting for the tibet issue by leading government officials in china:

gov1: so that's that. tibet will continue to be a wasteland by our creation.
gov2: yep.
gov3: oh shit you guys, kirsten dunst of "bring it on" fame has a button that says 'free tibet'. man, i think we've gone too far.
gov1: you're right, lets send the dalia lama cupcakes that spell out "my bad"
gov2: yep.

i'm happier than typically.

went to sonic with lifelong friends today and spent hours sitting and talking. i found myself overwhelmed with the feeling of levity and exclaimed that i don't have a care in the world. where most people would look oddly at someone for that, the two i said it to simply smiled in understanding.

love