Meet me in the streets on January 20th, y’all.
I skipped Christmas in the south last year, had Christmas Eve with friends and Christmas Day with my sister (and more friends) and I didn’t regret not going “home.”
People my age who still refer to going to our parents’ as “home”—serious question—when does where we make our lives feel like home?…
I’ve been sick since Tuesday. Something’s going around at school. :/ Whatever I have has kinda just been getting progressively suckier, although I do feel better today than I did yesterday. But I’m coughing a lot, and full of phlegm, and achey and tired, and my concentration is pretty shot. This on top of deadlines is annoying, but whatevs. I only have one body, so I’m gonna tend to it, and not sweat homework so much.
I’ve spent the past couple days in bed & on the internet, eating soup & petting the cat. Yesterday A. stopped by for awhile, brought me a variety of treats for people with flu, and we watched Zoolander, which was pretty perfect.
Tonight I ordered in miso soup and watched Capitalism: A Love Story. It’s on netflix on demand. While not perfect by any means, I’d still definitely recommend checking it out. One of my favorite parts was when Moore excerpted this speech of Franklin Delano Roosevelt’s, “The Second Bill of Rights.” It’s truly amazing, and I’d never heard it before.
Also, the footage of Low-Income Families Fighting Together fighting back against the police and the banks and getting the Tolly (sp?) family back into their home was FUCKING AMAZING. Brought tears to my eyes. That alone is worth seeing the movie.
I’m thinking about my friends in NYC who were at Occupy Wall Street, esp. M. Love to you, dear. Keep fighting the good fight.
