Sunday, September 28, 2008
Saturday, September 27, 2008
Anti-Palin protest in downtown Anchorage, Alaska
Hopefully I'll get back and get a few more shots before they disperse.
I overheard this guy telling someone that his daughter had made the sign for him.
This was the lone counter-protester, across the street before you get to the main protest. You can't see it in the picture, but he is standing in front of the cage where Star the reindeer lives. She was abandoned by her parents and raised in captivity. The guy who takes care of her was cleaning her cage at the time. When I stopped to take the douchebag's picture, she came over to the side of the cage and started rubbing the fencing with her horns. Her caretaker told me that she likes cameras and just wanted some attention. Before he told me that her name was Star, I had started calling her 'Jerome' when I greeted her when ever I walked past. I like my name better. Maybe I'll just start calling her Miss J.
I overheard this guy telling someone that his daughter had made the sign for him.
This was the lone counter-protester, across the street before you get to the main protest. You can't see it in the picture, but he is standing in front of the cage where Star the reindeer lives. She was abandoned by her parents and raised in captivity. The guy who takes care of her was cleaning her cage at the time. When I stopped to take the douchebag's picture, she came over to the side of the cage and started rubbing the fencing with her horns. Her caretaker told me that she likes cameras and just wanted some attention. Before he told me that her name was Star, I had started calling her 'Jerome' when I greeted her when ever I walked past. I like my name better. Maybe I'll just start calling her Miss J.
Friday, September 26, 2008
up north...
In Alaska, geeking out about king crabs by day in prep for adventures out of Dutch Harbor. By night, when the homework is done we've so far found our way into riding a mechanical bull, entering a Sarah and Todd Palin look-alike contest, and diner parties at the bunkhouse. Tomorrow night we are headed to lesbian mudwrestling.
Life has been in a whirlwind lately, so the written word has suffered, but it is the times when finding pause to type is impossible which are the ones most in need of being being sorted through in text. Here's a meager attempt at diving back in. If nothing else I'm heading out to sea again shortly, so I'll have to type again to stave off the hobgoblins that visit a mind on the water.
Perhaps until going adrift again I could at least share a more images.
Life has been in a whirlwind lately, so the written word has suffered, but it is the times when finding pause to type is impossible which are the ones most in need of being being sorted through in text. Here's a meager attempt at diving back in. If nothing else I'm heading out to sea again shortly, so I'll have to type again to stave off the hobgoblins that visit a mind on the water.
Perhaps until going adrift again I could at least share a more images.
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