just stumbled across this; which quickly managed to snuggle in closely with much of what has been stewing in the jester’s brain recently . . .
The right to post political speech on public property is one of the most essential and protected rights of American Democracy . . .
USE IT
from the freeway blogger, excellent site, wondrous idea
both worth checking out
So it’s Monkey Tuesday; my boss is more than a touch strange, and every Tuesday involves activities like drawing a monkey, thinking up a name for a hypothetical moment of monkey ownership, and other such nonsense. As the owner of a number of plush monkeys (don’t ask, i just like monkeys), I occasionally bring one into work for the brownie points, and of course the opportunity to make a spectacle of myself is something not to be missed.
This wasn’t written to convince anyone of anything
This wasn’t written to be a great work or to explain anything
This was written because I had to write it
This was written because I hope someone will read this, and be reassured
This was written because writing is so often all I have . . .
In these modern times.
I swear it’s not doom and gloom, and I hope you’ll agree with me.
-finite (do me a favor and play along) jester
Talk loud enough, not shouting really, it’s more a matter of putting physical feeling behind your words; and people will listen. The checkout lane at the grocery store is a great place, aim a few witty words at whatever starlet has managed to land on the covers of those delightfully informative magazines that demand your attention.
I love art. My favorite definition would have to be the idea that it’s very uselessness defines it. Even more than that I love stumbling across examples of how others have used this concept of art (however you should choose to define it) to live their lives.
