I saw The Rat. I saw Dr. Zizmor on the subway. I bought a $5 umbrella on the street. I feel at home.
Home foreclosures have resulted in animal shelters being inundated with surrendered pets. Families cannot afford to keep their animals, or cannot have animals in apartments - or in homeless shelters, or in tent cities. I can scarcely imagine how heartbreaking this is for both the people and the animals.
Last night I ate kangaroo for the first time. I went to this Australian bar and restaurant - actual Australian, not theme-park Australian - and had kanga skewers. They were totally tender and delicious.
Friends are extremely excited and hopeful about Barack Obama. These folks are very politically savvy, they understand the Democrats, they understand election fraud, they understand racism... yet they have hope in Obama. This is amazing. I am so without hope that I can't even hope that they're right. But I do hope I am wrong.
"Does Canada realize how bad it will be if the war resisters are deported? How un-Canadian it will look??" So says my friend Alan With One L. Canada, please understand this. Please be Canada.