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Inspirational.
standing on the far right is Rep. John Lewis, who Occupy Atlanta refused to let speak at their general assembly a few months ago.
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Edward Hopper | American realist painter and printmaker |1882- 1967 | Nighthawks- 1942
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Sunday, October 30, 2011, 9:43 P.M.
Yesterday it snowed here in New York City. I walked to the subway station while it rained on me. No snow was on the ground in Manhattan, but you could see it on the cars. I took the L train to Brooklyn to Erika’s. The sidewalks were covered with slush, and I kept slipping on the way to her apartment. She and Grace met me downstairs for coffee at Oslo, where I got a caffe mocha. We spent the day in Erika’s room, smoking pineapple kush, talking and listening to music. We ordered thai food and drank hot peppermint tea afterwards. Throughout the evening, I read Lost and Found by Alison Leslie Gold, who will be speaking in my class Monday. It made me think a lot about life and death. ALG seems to so easily say goodbye to someone on their deathbed. Or maybe just doesn’t explain her pain while doing so. I can’t imagine being able to say goodbye to anyone, or even worse, not being able to say anything to them again at all. I finished the memoir of letters on the slow train ride back to 3rd Avenue.
Today I stayed in and read an excerpt from Anne Frank Remembered. Tomorrow is Halloween. I have class and I have to work. Gotta clean out my storage unit. Maybe I’ll make it in time to go un-dressed up to the parade.
