washed up in bohemia
so i ended up going with pete and karen to the bohemian grove protest yesterday. i talked to my dad on my way there, and he freaked out about how i need to be careful to not get arrested, not to do anything sneaky, people are jumping to call someone a terrorist, i'm butt=hurt that you're not spending time with me, etc. etc. anyways. so food not bombs served a yummy bean soup and rice and peanut butter banana sandwiches. and the protest was not even remotely violent. it was actually advertised as a "protest/celebration" that took place in an amphitheater miles away from the entrance to bohemian grove. and the speakers spoke little about reasons for opposing the grove, but instead focused on political actions of the people inside of the grove (no war on iraq, nuclear power is a horrible idea, end the bush regime, blah blah blah). furthermore there were only like 50 people there most of whom were washed up hippies. i overheard one conversation about how it's time for this girl to pick up her life/get a job/get a car! she sounded stoned.
also there is a bird that comes to a window in my house everyday around 9am and flied against the window and makes a big thumping noise about once every ten seconds. it has no tail. my birdie totally disrupts local ecology.
also there is a bird that comes to a window in my house everyday around 9am and flied against the window and makes a big thumping noise about once every ten seconds. it has no tail. my birdie totally disrupts local ecology.