Duck Duck Duck
Brad and Geisha (sp?) came to visit tonight. They brought many pressies’s from Germany. Chocolates and cookies and a handcrafted duck that when you pull it by the string, turns it’s head and clucks. Brad is originally from Australia, and has known Steph for a long time, so it was a good visit for the two of them. We all had a nice night going out for some Moroccan food and a walk down to the Verrazano Bridge. Quite nice, quite nice. Autumn in New York. I love that weather.
EJ had quite a bit of Moroccan food, she loved the couscous and the cooked raisins. Spinach was also a favorite of hers. Later when I was trying to get some bits of napkin out of her mouth that she seemed to be choking on, I made her puke. Once she was done, she seemed quite fine and indifferent to it all. Sorry about that Lil Bug. I must try to be more careful about that sort of thing. I know that someone out there is screaming at me about how I should not let her play with napkins and paper as toys, but it does keep her satisfied and interested. Maybe we’ll find a new way to deal with her beingin public. Perhaps we’ll just won’t let her do anything but sit there and scream her head off. Hmmm…. No. I think we won’t. Napkins are toys too.
We had lots of nice intercultural conversation with Brad and Geisha. Very nice to explain some of how this country works, although I did not try to explain how people here could actually stand behind Bush despite Brad’s repeated probing. IN fact, I’m not sure I can understand it myself, but again thanks to the American media, I know that the Republicans stand for all things Red and the Democrats live in Blue. Myself, I prefer multicolor. multicultural. multiethnic.
Right now, I am going through a peroid where I am dissatisfied with the direction the country is taking as regarding the world community. I also feel very alienated and extremely isolated. I fear that my vote does not count for shit. No matter the choices, the money is who is going to win. Democrats with money, Republicans with money, it just really doesn’t feel like I can do anything to help change the country. However, I feel like I could go to another country and help them set up infrastructure and build their communities and neighborhoods, strange that I could feel this. I believe the source of this feeling, is that I suspect that a majority of Americans do not believe in the United Nations, that they fear this organization being used to take things away from them, like liberty, or the pursuit of happiness. I do not think that htis is true. I believe that the United Nations is dedicated to raising freedoms around the world to out level. Anyways, enough sot for the night.
