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“David Bowie For Pope” on Flickr.
This was actually from the Planned Parenthood rally. I dig this gal’s style and her generation doesn’t annoy me as much as the one preceding her. There’s hope for us yet.
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Today I came across goats playing on a trampoline while I was driving around and it was the happiest thing I’ve ever seen.
(via justalouisianagirl)
David Dennis: The media seems to forget about New Orleans and any place that the middle class can’t easily relate to“Now take a moment and imagine a Mother’s Day Parade in the suburbs of Denver, a neighborhood in Edina or a plaza in Austin where bullets rain down on civilians and even hit children. I can’t help but imagine the around-the-clock news coverage. And I can’t help but think it’s because most of America can identify with the fear of being bombarded with gunfire while just enjoying a parade in the middle of town. But America can’t identify with being at a parade in the “inner city” where “gang violence” erupts. The “oh my God, that could happen to me” factor isn’t present with a story about New Orleans or the Chicago southside.”
EXACTLY. In the words of a Huffington Post article,
Mary Beth Romig, a spokeswoman for the FBI in New Orleans, said federal investigators have no indication that the shooting was an act of terrorism.
“It’s strictly an act of street violence in New Orleans,” she said.
Really? When does devastating street violence on Mother’s Day (we’re talking about violence on seemingly safe, protected days like the day of the Boston Marathon? How about the day when we celebrate mothers??) that involved shooting into a crowd of people second-lining on Frenchman St. not constitute as an act of terror?
Apparently I used to dick around in figure drawing class, both literally and figuratively? I feel I get bored easily. Also, PENIS.
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It’s gonna rain, kittens.
Get under your umbrella, ella, ellas.
Royal St, French Quarter, New Orleans, LA
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Opening day of Big Sky Season. Some wild cloud towers being built in the atmos. phere. Long keel boat houses float below.
April 28th, 2013.
New Orleans, LA.
SO, here’s what I remember…I was packing up boxes of donations for Goodwill or something similar and I had these two boxes of new shoes (black and brown boat shoes if I remember correctly). There were some friends there too, but I can’t remember faces. Tim Robbins comes over, kind of nervous like, and asks me where I got those shoes because he’s looking for some just like them. I tell him what they’re for and he smiles and walks away. He keeps hovering in the area and my friends are like, “Tim Robbins is totally hitting on you”.
THEN, Kate and I are in our apartment, except it’s not our apartment. We have a very small kitchen and it’s annoying. We’re renovating or something and there are a few people there, including Jeff Bridges. No one liked Jeff Bridges, thought he was a know-it-all. I was so confused because how could you not like “The Dude”. He’s so mellow!
THEN, I walk into the living room and sort of collapse on the floor. Kate thinks I’m just tired and being dramatic so she laughs. Turns out, I’m having a stroke. I proceed to flail and moan on the floor, hands and arms pulling in (probably a memory from when I hyperventilated). I try and walk, but fall down. Kate goes to get the car to take me to the hospital and for some reason, Camille (one of our co-workers) is there, but she looks like Elise (another co-worker). She’s helping me and I have another stroke as I’m walking down the stairs. By this point, I can’t talk and they’re laughing at me (Ha!). We’re in the car, and suddenly I’m in (what appears to be) a slightly Northern CA highway at sunset waiting for my best friend (Staci) to get in the car so we can go somewhere. I’m in the passenger seat and the car takes off, with no driver. I think, “Wait…what?” and grab the wheel. The road turns into a very windy narrow road, similar to a track at an amusement park, covered in trees and greenery. The road gets too small, so I get out of the car and am concerned that there might be mountain lions. There are housecats instead. One housecat is PARTICULARLY large and somewhat menacing. He takes a swat at me and I jump down the ravine, right over some guy taking photos of the cat (he’s also got his MacBook out and is editing them right there). I was like, “Thank GOD you’re here.” and SCENE.
(note: The stroke came into the dream because I fell asleep with my arm elevated above my head and all the life force damn near drained out of it. But it was very, very vivid (probably due to the actual physical aspect taking place as I slept)
