A particularly shifty, druggy day on the river levee bikeway today: small clusters of people up and down the bikeway who stumble out of the way in a much delayed reaction to my bell-dinging and yelling EXCUSE ME EXCUSE ME. At the underpasses: objects changing hands. Bleary staring out at the river. One guy as I flash by: a scruffy hipster kid who ( Read more... )

saw the fourth world war sunday night, still thinking of it.

i love this image of a mexican soldier (probably indigenous from the north) in the face of resistance from zapatistas in the south:


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a friend at ucsc writes this ( Read more... )