Sittting in a diner this morning with Mark, reading the Fresno Bee, I noticed a wire service blurb which mentioned that 14,000 San Franciscans demonstrated on Saturday against “war, racism, and poverty”. I guess it’s always good to have a clear focus…
Seriously, though, how exactly does one demonstrate against poverty? Isn’t that sort of like demonstrating against, say, death by natural causes? No one’s really in favor of it, but it’s something of an inevitability…
Anyway, it was a good weekend. Saw The Shroud, took several bucks off my net worth through sheer gluttony, and watched Mark get his satellite connected. Now I can’t wait for mine…
Otherwise: another of my babies went live tonight, only four days until Siouxsie, and a happy birthday to Jeff, who doesn’t seem to be getting my email…
More pictures from the Northwest tomorrow, along with (just maybe) a new rant…
Love is:
- Library dates…
- Being almost as turned on by the fact that he’s getting obsessive about your favorite software package as you are by the assorted snogging…
- When he’s willing to pull out the blue ones for you…
Sorry. That was a little mushy. It’s late…
And notice that I said “almost”…
