a case for specificity (and flying peace babies)

crap, dudes, i meant “overwhelming morning… of news in the paper,” but GRACIAS for the concern, faith evans mp3s (“what it dew, baby boo?” wonders snoop–who always gets so tender when he’s spending time with r&b ladies), and general outpouring of love. i am fine! just over here on emotional overtime, nothing new ’bout that.
best thing i saw today:
cowboy-hatted, tanned’n’wrinkly man donning american flag as cape and “troops out now” buttons in union square, shouting thru megaphone about class war to a small crowd. he had me from the cowboy, but– let’s just say dude prolly won’t win a spot in public office with his partiular approach. unfortunately. so like, mid-speech, another, younger man–who appears to be cowboy’s partner in crime– trots into the open-air proscenium, carrying his wee curly-headed 2-year-old above his head. baby’s wearing a smaller am-flag as cape, his dad’s making him oscillate in the air like Superkid, and, ventriloquizing a baby voice, shouts, “no more war! no more war!”
cowboy man continues quoting rothschild in relation to bush, i continue loving union square.
best thing i heard today:
the hip-hop history in the kanye west issue of the magazine: elizabeth mendez berry’s FIRST PIECE ON POST AT TIME! way late on this particular issue–haven’t even read it yet–but SO SO SO proud and thrilled. GO. ELIZABETH.!