Saturday, August 16, 2003


after the googling, the real mcCoy: a wonderful poetic post on the NY blackout by Nada Gordon at ululations (via fait accompli)
My feet are holding out fine (OK I'm still in the present here, let's keep it the present then) and so is my energy except that I'm starting to get that feeling of my head being a bit swirly. It's hot and so crowded and I have no details. Is this terrorism?

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