I wore a trashbag
I won’t even excuse myself for not writing in the past uh weeks. If I did, it would be lying because I know it was just procrastination. And yes, I know that’s procrastinating my very own procrastination devise. So I have been thinking about it, why I don’t write very often I mean, and I’ve gotten to the conclusion* that since my biggest motivation to do anything is an almost-past deadline, and this blog doesn’t have a REAL due date, then the procrastination on this thing becomes exponentially greater than almost any other thing on my to do list**.
Anyway
Last time I posted something, I said I was going to a rally to protest the proposed budget cut to Higher Ed. Well, we stood yelling our outrage for about to two hours in front of the legislature. It rained most of the time. This being the desert made for a big lack of umbrellas and a big number of drenched people, and the water soon dissolved our posters into pulp. I can’t tell it was the most ideal condition, but I think the people made for it.
I have gone to concerts, festivals, marches and places where people mass. And I don’t know if it’s for the kind of event I’ve gone to, but I’m always impressed by the warmth and energy a grand group of complete strangers can discharge. And I don’t exactly mean because they kept the cold at bay [which they actually did]. I mean the sort of thing that made the girl next to me share her umbrella with 5 of us. Or the person who brought trash bags so we could wear.*** Or the guy that shared his Cheetos with my rumbling guts. It was awesome that, if only for a moment, we just connected and shared something.
The board of regents, the Universities’ presidents, the governor, and people who determine the budget have met a couple of times. They have yet to decide anything. We’re planning more protests.
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*Stupid theories are a big contribution to my Wasting Time Foundation [the WTF].
**or it would be, if I had a list
***soo glamorous!
