talking bad--writing ok

another bleary eyed weekday here in the flatlands. not much to see from my window, a few starlings, pigeons, your occasional crow. been waking a bit earlier this week, so, i've declared a moratorium on speech for the first hour or so that i'm awake. creeping around in silence like that lady from the Yellow Wallpaper feels juuust about right at this time of the morning.
having acupuncture yesterday reminded me that i still inhabit a bodily form, and that it might be cool to highlight, amplify, record or otherwise present to whatever public might be at all interested some internal or hidden process of that body. something as important as the breath, which i have already explored using my drawings. and then to somehow use that bodily process to de-hierarchify my place among the animals--maybe by juxtaposing it with animal bodily processes, perhaps.

i learned something yesterday: the Patriot Act (it's almost too early in the morning to say "patriot act", innit?) is set to EXPIRE at the end of this year. That is, unless congress decides to once again forget who writes their paychecks (you and me, friends) and vote the thing back to life. So let;s all add this little item to our New Year's Resolution lists for 2005, shall we: let's issue some gentle reminders to our representatives in Washington that just because the Emperor has no clothes, they are not obligated to pretend that he does, nor should they again try to clothe him in "special executive powers" that violate our Constitution. Let him freeze in the cold cold weather he himself created.