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Mar. 18th, 2003
I had forgotten what it feels like to walk outside and feel the sun warm on my bare skin. I had forgotten how nice it is to wear only one thin layer of fabric and to have the wind blowing that about just a little. (It feels like walking around naked. :) ) And possibly most important, I had forgotten just how good a cure for bad sinuses coffee can be.
And this struck me as a good thing to spread about.
http://www.livejournal.com/community/antiwar/729239.html?mode=reply
The crows were ousted at he beginning of the winter, for no good reason, from Prospect park here. I think they thought there were too many of them, or they were too loud, or something. And they were bitching that they always came back to the same place. (well duh, crows do that. They have steady homes. And they stay because we have enough munchies here to suport them. You want them to go? fine. Keep your streets clean. Personally. I like seeing them swarm like that all black and ominous over the twilight sky....) So having nowhere else to go, they descended on downtown Troy. And good god have they descended. They stained most of the front yard and surrounding walks of Russel Sage a lovely shade of splattered white. They were trying to hose it off today. Thankgoodness the statue wasnt' under the trees, as she happens to be a lovely shade of dark bronze. And you know something? Crow shit smells awful. So let them go back to the park! They werent' disturbing anyone there, and they weren't making the sidewalks all smelly and lumpy.
And I walked over snowbanks in Chinese slippers, which would have been a horrible idea if I had fallen, but I didn't. And it would have been a bad idea had I stepped in a puddle, but I dind't do that either. So it was a very nice walk, even if I can't breathe quite right.
And this struck me as a good thing to spread about.
http://www.livejournal.com/community/antiwar/729239.html?mode=reply
The crows were ousted at he beginning of the winter, for no good reason, from Prospect park here. I think they thought there were too many of them, or they were too loud, or something. And they were bitching that they always came back to the same place. (well duh, crows do that. They have steady homes. And they stay because we have enough munchies here to suport them. You want them to go? fine. Keep your streets clean. Personally. I like seeing them swarm like that all black and ominous over the twilight sky....) So having nowhere else to go, they descended on downtown Troy. And good god have they descended. They stained most of the front yard and surrounding walks of Russel Sage a lovely shade of splattered white. They were trying to hose it off today. Thankgoodness the statue wasnt' under the trees, as she happens to be a lovely shade of dark bronze. And you know something? Crow shit smells awful. So let them go back to the park! They werent' disturbing anyone there, and they weren't making the sidewalks all smelly and lumpy.
And I walked over snowbanks in Chinese slippers, which would have been a horrible idea if I had fallen, but I didn't. And it would have been a bad idea had I stepped in a puddle, but I dind't do that either. So it was a very nice walk, even if I can't breathe quite right.
And to be a little political....
Mar. 18th, 2003 02:15 pmI am more or less a pacifist. Most of you knwo that. Militant pacifist, actually, but whatever. I do not approve of htis war, and I can't think of anything that will make me do so, not even UN approval. Not that we got it. But it still woulnd't make it *right* to me. Just s little less scary.
And I dreamed last night of bombs about to fall, and there was nothing really to do but get on the bus and hope it maiised its mark and fell on some other town, go on with my life and impending death. What happens happens, I cannot change other people, only myself.
And you know, this is the first time I remember France and Germany agreeing on anything on the subject of war.
My brother, the Nazi, hates Bush, so there can't be that many similarities between him and Hitler. Or there are. So do many of the other Nazis in the area, from what he says. And they are all against the war, and several of them have been in peace marches. It's kinda ironic, Nazis for Peace and all. Or maybe it's just me.
Anyway, I'm gonna go to the health center now and see if they can do anything to make me less sick.... More on the politics later, I have a bus to catch.
And I dreamed last night of bombs about to fall, and there was nothing really to do but get on the bus and hope it maiised its mark and fell on some other town, go on with my life and impending death. What happens happens, I cannot change other people, only myself.
And you know, this is the first time I remember France and Germany agreeing on anything on the subject of war.
My brother, the Nazi, hates Bush, so there can't be that many similarities between him and Hitler. Or there are. So do many of the other Nazis in the area, from what he says. And they are all against the war, and several of them have been in peace marches. It's kinda ironic, Nazis for Peace and all. Or maybe it's just me.
Anyway, I'm gonna go to the health center now and see if they can do anything to make me less sick.... More on the politics later, I have a bus to catch.
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Mar. 18th, 2003 08:33 pmhttp://www.darkpassage.com/gate.htm
I'm thinking field trips? **glee**
The photos are awesome in some of these, and I really want to go to several of the sites he listed. Unfortunately all seem to be roughly in the NYC area, but that's not so bad, especially once we get farther downstate. And it would be ever so very much fun to see these things, and do some shooting of my own....
I'm thinking field trips? **glee**
The photos are awesome in some of these, and I really want to go to several of the sites he listed. Unfortunately all seem to be roughly in the NYC area, but that's not so bad, especially once we get farther downstate. And it would be ever so very much fun to see these things, and do some shooting of my own....