We are an embarrassment to the world, to history, and to decency. As far as I’m concerned, Obama is still the president and I will follow him until we get rid of the clown. From Obama: “I won’t stop; I’ll be right there with you as a citizen, inspired by your voices of truth and justice, good humor, and love.”
I’ve been putting off buying a new battery for my camera because they are so expensive ($50), but the two batteries I have now are now down to holding their charge for about 1/2 hour before dying. Just before a great photo opportunity. There was no way I was going to march without being able to document it.
I’m just so excited for Saturday. As I tweeted, I need that undeniable reminder that not only am I not alone, I’m in the majority. Most of America is appalled at this utter clown who is about to become the president. I still can’t believe it. Seriously. I also must admit I’ve been paralyzed since the election and I’m counting on the march to give me the energy for the fight ahead.
Anytime I can get a cat in the shot I will. Finney with my new battery.
I used to read so much more, but now I read for research, and then about a half a dozen books a year on top of that for fun or general enlightenment. This recent article about Obama’s readings habits shocked me. How does he do it?? I used to read about 30 + books a year, but I wasn’t the President and I didn’t have a family.
But I love reading, and I think I’m happier when I’m reading more. So, starting today, more reading. Today I will try to finish a book I recently started, A Walk in the Woods by Bill Bryson.
Finney on my lap, showing where his hair has yet to grow back.
I’ve been blogging for twelve years! I started this blog on January 22, 2005 and the very first photograph I posted was of me and my friend Ellen Cooper, drumming at her New Year’s Eve party. I’m happy to say that I was at her New Year’s Eve party last month, except I was playing a shaker instead of a caxia. My drumming is rusty these days.
I don’t have a picture from Ellen’s party last month, but here we are at another recent party with my former Manhattan Samba bandmates (who still play). I’m in the back left and my hair is styled exactly the same. Ellen is standing right behind the two guys on the front right.
All the remaining posts in January, 2005 were about cats, surprise, surprise. Here is Finney when he was only two years old, sprawled on my desk with a Haydn score.
And here is Finney today. His hair has yet to grow back on his shaved leg, but as you can plainly see, he is still the cutest cat in the whole wide world, tied with Bleecker.
Holy mother of god it was FREEZING! I’m amazed I lasted as long as I did. Apparently I missed a lot, but I’m most sorry that I forgot there was going to be a march to the Tower next door to Tiffany’s at the end. That would have been so much fun.
Two readings stayed with me; a section about bullet holes that Peter Zilahy read from his book The Last Window Giraffe, and a piece from a speech David Foster Wallace gave shortly before his death (I’m sorry I don’t remember who read it, but thank you for that reading choice).
There were a lot of people there, especially considering the cold. By the way, people who don’t wear hats in this weather are insane.
A sign I liked. Plus some insane people without hats.
A group of children sang a song about bullying. They were so ridiculously great I’m guessing all of these children sing on Broadway, for one play or another? Here they are! And yes, they are all professional performers. So, each of these children makes more money than I do.
Another sign I liked (Unpresidented), and more reasonably attired people.
I stood by a section of people who chose to sit. They so nicely asked me if I planned to stand the entire time (I did) that I moved aside. Later a woman said her mother told her, “Well behaved women don’t make history,” and I thought, well, damnit all. Stupid nice Stacy.
Another crowd shot. That looks like a man taking a picture of his wife and son? Very cute.