Tucson Ruminations

It's late. I just came from my friend James' birthday celebration and I don't have much left. So I'll make this quick.

Maybe I've been fooled.

Maybe this moment has been tailored to trigger my response.

Maybe I'm being cornered and manipulated by powers I could never comprehend.

Perhaps it's because I feel like I should have been around for the 1960s so I didn't feel like such a fake when discussing "the struggle".

Perhaps I want to feel now the way they felt then, as if someone spoke not only with a familiar voice, but a familiar soul.

But...

Maybe it's the truth. It's been hard to spot nowadays.

Maybe this is the feeling I've been waiting for; pride, admiration, awe.

Maybe this represents the beginnings of my citizenship.

Because I don't know if I've ever identified with that until now.

But whatever it is, I do know this.

These two will always be my heroes.

Hopefully, I'll be in New York tomorrow to see my friend Mark in a play. If I can get to an internet connection I'll put up the next Emcee of the Month post and get a review of the play up on Sunday. I'm so excited (Jessie Spano)!

peace.

Snow Day

So, I'm blowing off my homework tonight, as my friend Ron would say. I've been watching coverage of the Tucson memorial service, reading up on photographers specializing in photos of abandoned buildings and other ruins, and debating my friend Marcel about Jon Stewart's impact on the public discourse.

So I'm not REALLY blowing off my homework. Rather, I'd like to think of it as doing research.

I'll be back tomorrow with more rambling about something or other. I hope you'll check it out.

In the meanwhile, check out this video of a guy ice-skating down Peachtree Street in Atlanta. That's right. Ice-skating. On the street. In Georgia.

Bonkers.

Peachtree St. Ice Rink in Midtown #2 from A.Nendel on Vimeo.

peace.