- COFFFFEEE!! It’s been a minute since I’ve been here.
- Last night I had this amazing dream about my wife and I. It kinda felt like a second honeymoon. We were in this very 21st Century, borderline futuristic city… like Tokyo looking. Except it wasn’t Tokyo because there was an abundance of white people and everyone spoke with a vague European accent. Let’s just call it 2064 Kiev. But we were frolicking through this city from a home-base of this beautiful penthouse. We went to see this band play in an underground club. Somehow we got to dancing at the side of the stage then the band invited us up to dance on stage and sing backup for the rest of the show. After the show we went back to our place and got up onto the roof. There was a small, traditional movie theater across the alley from us. Even with the neons of the city the stars burned bright. I found a piece of wood we used to walk across and get onto the theater roof. We made our way inside and found the projection room. We dug through reels and reels of film until we found an old, dusty copy of Inglorious Basterds (so yes, this must be a future occurrence). I put it on the 35mm projector and got it working. We brewed up some popcorn and watched the film all by ourselves in this tiny, historic theater. Balcony and all. When it was over we put the reels back how they were and darted out to the rooftop. The sun was just coming up.
But enough about me.
“They came for him on October 23, 2008. Eight medical staff, corrections officers, and guards took William Coleman out of his solitary cell, down a bright hall, and into a medical examination room. The officers stood guard outside while a medical internist told Coleman to get on the vinyl-covered examination table. They were going to feed him. Coleman told them he did not want to be fed. But they weren’t asking for his consent; he had no choice.
It had been more than a year since Coleman had chewed anything.
He’s not suicidal; he’s in prison for something he says he didn’t do. Like 2.2 million people incarcerated in prisons and jails in the U.S., his body is not his own. The only way for him to protest his conviction, to exercise his first amendment rights, he says, is to stop eating solid food.”
- ARTIST OF THE DAY: Amélie Fléchais:
“In 1956, with the guiding support of Secretary of State John Foster Dulles, the U.S. Department of State sent the nation’s finest jazz musicians abroad as goodwill representatives in a conscious effort to symbolize America’s commitment to freedom. The Jazz Ambassadors program was launched at the bitterest point in the Cold War to bring the best of American culture to the rest of the world. The program not only focused on Iron Curtain nations but also the Third World, where many developing countries were exploring Marxism as a possible political identity. The first Jazz Ambassador was trumpeter Dizzy Gillespie, and two years later Brubeck joined the ranks that would eventually include Louis Armstrong, Duke Ellington, Thelonious Monk, Benny Goodman and Miles Davis. These musicians reached audiences in the millions, not only performing but also meeting with heads of state as well as thousands of everyday citizens through the international language of music.”
I can’t help but think this would never be something we’d invest in today’s world. Even with a surplus.