(no subject)
as i watched "30 frames a second" a documentary on the WTO protests in 2000, I was submerged in a feeling of pride like a bag of earl grey in the tea cup of life. It's not as though I aided anything in what happened here ten years ago. I've an uncertain disposition toward my conscious recognition of what projected off the Tele'. Seattlites linking arms across downtown streets. Raising their oft' marked pretentious voices, this time to call attention to apocryphal "traders" of human spirit. It was beautiful.
Who's streets?
Who's streets?