Sunday, August 29, 2004

three's a charm

dammit, blogger ate my first attempted post accidentally.

Today was sweating, marching, sweating, marching, meeting. Not many whompings that I saw, but the Mouse Bloc, the folks who went to bug the delegates going to Broadway shows, got some whomping. Darnit.

I was temporarily veered from the information highway last night as my cell phone died. But luckily I found a nice lady at the cel phone store, and after brief negotiations and a purchase of a new, cheaper cell phone (ugh), I’m back in the loop.

So off to Central Park with 10,000 fellow picnickers, quite mellow and lovely.

Stay tuned...

Mmm, falafel

OK, it's bedtime. But I found $3.00 falafel! It was amazing! At this Turkish kebab place. It's the little things.

Saturday, August 28, 2004

Hope meets eternally

Day two for yours truly.

Today I took subways, met, and talked, and met, and talked, and took more subways, and ate clif bars, and talked on my phone. I’m in between meetings. Perhaps I’ll go to a movie tonight with Elly’s fams.

While I was meeting, talking, and eating in the afternoon, a bunch of people protested a Starbucks. I saw them on my way to a subway... but this link will get stale. The event didn’t warrant page of its own.

Last night 264 folks riding with Critical Mass got arrested, some of them taking quite a whomping.

I like the NYC subway, the maps are readable and I no longer feel inept to deal with transfers.

The MSG area really sucks for fast vegan food, but practically everywhere else has more than I expect. No, I don’t mean monosodium glutemate.

My amazing pal Brooke Atherton arrived from her summer in Lebanon, wonderfully enough. Hooray for that!

More musings as events continue...

Friday, August 27, 2004

Day 1: Still rollin'!

Hey folks,

So I have successfully

1. Napped, eaten lunch
2. Gone to an event
3. Avoided police intervention.

No, but seriously, I helped my pal table for AK Press at the Immigrant Worker's Speakout, and am now off to an event at a bookstore with Chris Crass and Maria Poblet. Should be good!

MST @ the RNC in NYC

Hey Mom! I'm calling from Jail!

OK, no, not really. I've just landed in New York, and plan to put updates to this blog while I'm here. I was dismayed to realize that there were clearly not 5-6 beefy undercover dudes following me out here, so apparently I'm not one of the famous 56 anarchists. Oh well, I guess my political self-identification is too complicated for the fuzz. Or something.

Anyhow, More to come as things progress.

Yers in protest,
-Max