FREE MANDELA and other cardboard signs


"Suck my Dukakis!"

My friend Connor and I fashioned the "Suck my" on paper and magic marker taping over the original sign, the phrasing of which I can't remember, but I'm guessing "Commie Dukakis" or "Down with Dukakis". We pushed the sign into the vent so my Dad's friend Dean could see it. We giggled until he came around the house, screamed at us, and probably wished my dad wasn't some hippie peacenik type so he could beat the shit out of us. Quite frankly, he probably should have and saved the world some trouble... It was 1989. I was eight and already knew how to offend someone like a proper adult.

The sign was cardboard, nailed onto a 6ft long 2x4" along with a 1/2 dozen other signs. I don't exactly remember them, but here are some guesses: "Nuke Iran", "CIA! CIA", "Better dead than Red", etc. etc. It was part of my dad's attempt at political theatre.



- Preamble -
I'm on a writing kick. My goal is 200 words or more a day. I'm going easy on myself when it comes to quality. That doesn't mean you have to, you can shit on my dreams if you'd like you made-up internet people. Just saying, I'm going to be publishing a lot more and much of it will be unedited, self-expression crap. You've been warned.

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I went to a Yoga class for the 2nd time in my life this morning. The first time was 12 years ago. I was living in Northampton and I went to the joint underneath the no-neck gym around the corner. There was a fruity white lady in her late 30s leading me in nasal Sanskrit chants... I dunno, I'm not some hard-core avenger of cultural appropriation. If anything, white folks doing Yoga has caused a renaissance in India - a good thing I suppose in the net computation. Still, it annoys the fuck of out me, and when I was 20 and feeling my "identity oats", it kinda turned me off to the whole thing.

Vini started bringing home a Yoga teacher home when we lived in Delhi 5 years ago. That was awesome.


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