Mass March On Washington, DC today at 11:00.
135 cities bringing buses to DC. Joint action in San Francisco. Bring the troops home now - End the occupation of Iraq - Money for jobs, education & healthcare - Not war. When I first demonstrated against Vietnam in 1969, it was mostly a sea of us hippies and radicals. I was maced and spit on. A year or two later, people started listening and I found some of my professors and other square johns were also attending the rallys. Fast forward a few years and a few incidents later, and everyone was pissed about Vietnam. And the war was finally over. I see the same thing, same progression, happening here. First I was an idiot to question going to war in Iraq, much less protesting it. Now, more people feel the same way. Soon, I hope, it'll be over. Ok. Somebody help me off the back of this flatbed truck. Soapboxes are for wusses.

In honor of the Nov. 4 release of Robert Plant's Sixty Six to Timbuktu two-CD solo compilation, VH1 Classic will air a Plant special Nov 1 and 4.

Chip Music - post-karaoke, rock-and-roll Game Boy, bastard blues. [Ollapodrida via Wired]

Targeting Diebold With Electronic Civil Disobedience
[Why-War provides all updated links]
Students from three more American Universities have joined the civil disobedience: MIT, USC, and Purdue. Unfortunately, as we reported yesterday, Swarthmore College is now actively engaging in the suppression of this information by summarily disconnecting any Swarthmore student who provides a link to this page [why-war.com].

Former President Bill Clinton announced Thursday that his foundation and four pharmaceutical companies have reached an agreement to reduce the cost of HIV/AIDS drugs by at least 45 percent in about a dozen Caribbean nations and four African countries. I like that he's still globally involved in humanitarian deeds.

saturday morning me//
hazelnut coffee#2/cig#1/guilt trip #7387105494304/
long maroon dress/black shawl/leg warmers/ballet flats/
hair: styles d' egg-beater/fragrance: eau de dog slobber/
lis'ning: all my trials-by joan baez/
so how about you?/

What is this fresh hell?