Saturday Morning Activism was particularly interesting because the particularly crazy protesters were out. There was one person dressed in a bed-sheet claiming to be the ghost of the unborn children. There was a woman with graphic photos harassing passersby. I can’t figure these people out. Not so much their argument, as the way they protest. I suppose it’s the sign of a healthy democracy that we can all stand within feet of each other and have totally opposing views.
Not to sound like a metropolis snob; I understand that the sunshine in Los Angeles seems attractive, but I get some small satisfaction when talented people move back east.
Day 1 (continued):
Play with sister’s new dog. The new dog weighs 2lbs and is barely 1 foot long. She runs by hopping like a little bunny rabbit. She usually gets so tired by the time you’ve played for 15 minutes that she falls asleep in your arms. Disgustingly cute.
Then eat korean food with a korean family. If you don’t have access to a korean family, just ignore that last part, although you’re probably missing out on some fun.
Then, here’s an important part of today’s tactics: get a motorcycle. Ride it really really fast.
In the morning, be late for work because you took an extra lap around Manhattan.
Then go to La Colombe Cafe on Church Street for one of the finest cups of coffee you’ve ever had. Look at all the attractive people that are in on the secret.
Declare a decisive victory.