Thursday, September 02, 2004

A shot from inside (look at that guys hair-do!) Posted by Hello

Razor-wire fencing from Pier 57 Posted by Hello

Here are some graphics from that website, , from inside Pier 57.

Wednesday, September 01, 2004

Thank you Mr. Bush, you can step down now.

As you should know, we are half way through the goings-on of the Republican National Convention. Every news station in the country seems to be tuned in to the ostentatious pomp of the events surrounding the convention, ready to discuss the irrelevant diatribes of those chosen to speak at this event. But what I feel is lacking in proper coverage is what's going outside the walls of the convention, on the streets of New York city. Thousands have amassed to protest the Bush Administration, flooding the streets, some abiding by TPM regulations, some not. However, violent and peaceful marchers alike seem to be treated with the same brutality and disrespect by the NYPD. I'm beginning to feel outrage at the media's lack of acknowledgement of these events. I found's report of the recent protests disturbing as well, they acknowledged that some 1,000+ protestors have thus far been arrested, but have neglected to mention the appalling conditions these arrestees have been held in. They are then quick to jump in and make updates on a man arrested for beating a cop. I mean, come on, what about reporting how a little old woman was apparently hit in the face by an undercover cop, and when another protestor tried to help her, he was arrested as well? How about the fact that cops have been threatening to arrest medics at some of these protests in order to prevent them from helping the protestors? And is it worth mentioning that these cops have been using pepper spray to quell protestors; a chemical meant for use on rapists and kidnappers?What is the world coming to when such blatant Police brutality is going unmentioned by the media, and allowed by the government? This is truly exemplary of the state of the world thanks to George W. Bush. How dare people express their constitutional right to free speech? And since other attempts to make their distaste acknowledged have failed, how dare people use large numbers and massive gatherings to express their dissatisfaction with our president?
A close friend of mine, my ex-boyfriend Ian, is in the thicket of all this mess. I don't know whether he too is locked up with the other 1000+ arrestees in that Pier 57 warehouse, or if he's being beaten down by undercover cops, or if he is at another protest right now. But through him, all of this violence and brutality affects me, because it's affecting someone I care about. I hope people take this opportunity to wash away ignorance and inform others about what you've read here and what you can read elsewhere. Ian gave me the link to this site ( so I can stay updated on what's going on, it gives a minute to minute update of where protests are moving, and what's happening to the people there. It's absolutely worth checking out. I feel it's a pretty reliable source, although it too is probably subject to it's own leftist bias. Just know that when you read the news, especially about these protests, so much is being left out. It's impossible to know exactly what is going on unless you yourself are there. For this reason I hope to hear a lengthy explanation from Ian himself when he gets back.

Finally, compare these two accounts of the conditions the arrestees are being held in. The first is from the site mentioned above:
WEDNESDAY, September 1 at 10:00AMProtest the Appalling Detention Conditions for RNC ArresteesAt Pier 57, "Guantánamo on the Hudson" (West Side Highway @ 15th Street)At 15th Street on the West Side Highway, the City of New York has set up a temporary detention center on Pier 57 for people arrested during the RNC protests. The building was formerly a garage for buses, and the conditions are appalling: the large holding pens are made of chain link fence with razor wire on top; each pen has only two portable toilets and very few benches; most people have to sleep on the floor; arrestees have gone for many hours without access to food, water, phones, or lawyers. The building most likely has asbestos and there are large areas where oil from the buses that used to be housed there has spilled. There is some question about whether the building has an operable fire-suppression system. On top of that, people are being held an unusually long amount of time before they are moved through the process and released.This is an outrage. While the red carpet is being rolled out for the RNC, the City is housing protesters who were detained during sweep arrests in demeaning, dehumanizing, and potentially hazardous conditions. The situation is so bad that many are calling Pier 57 "Guantánamo on the Hudson." We call on the City of New York to move all arrestees out of this facility immediately. We call for speedy processing all arrestees, and fair and decent treatment of everyone held by the police.

This account is from
Most of those arrested have been taken for processing to Pier 57 on the west side of Manhattan. Many will have to show up Wednesday at Manhattan Central Bookings, police said.
The three-story, blocklong pier has been converted to a holding pen especially for those protesting the convention so that city precincts won't be overrun by waves of arrests.
The pier can hold 1,000 people and will remain in operation until the end of the U.S. Tennis Open, which runs through September 12.

With this comparison in mind, I feel my point is proven. I leave it to you people, my friends, to spread the word.

Monday, August 23, 2004

Queen's bath; where I almost got sucked out into the ocean.  Posted by Hello

A Beautiful Hawaiin Rainbow Posted by Hello

Sunday, August 22, 2004

The Vacation From...(?)

So at the very beginning of our week-long vacation to Hawaii, I'm talking the first day or so, I would have finished the title of this post with a place not too pleasant. We landed early in the morning after a hop and a skip to the big Island of Hawaii, and then a jump over to Kauai. All the travelling alone was enough to wear me down, but squabbling began soon afterwards between my stepdad and my aunt, and the general bitchiness my mother likes to bestow upon me when we are out of the house was soon to follow. It was depressing that a trip to such a beautiful place was turning out to be a huge mess. Every morning, it would take us forever to leave our hotel room because my aunt had to pack and unpack her suitcase every day. Then we all wanted to do different things during the day but couldn't go our separate ways as we only had one rental car. I forgot how oppressive it is to be really stuck with my parents, I haven't been forced to spend an extended amount of time with them in forever. To top it off, my sister and I were kind of lame about the 'going out' situation at night. We were staying on the north shore, which is more popular for being scenic and beautiful, but lacking in the night life that the south shore seemed more willing to offer. So to us, a fun evening activity was staying in and watching the olympics on T.V., which hey, I was more than willing to do with my new 'It' guy, Micheal Phelps, swimming in almost every men's event. We got really into the gymnastics as well. My sister is one of the few people I could watch gymnastics with and actually find things to laugh about. For example, the overly harsh criticism by the commentators was often so extreme that it became laughable (Anyone who watched the Men's all-around, won by Paul Hamm, knows what I'm talking about).
But the vacation seemed to improve as time went on. It really is true that when you expect a lot out of anything, it will somehow fall short of your expectations. In the beginning, I had such high expectations of how our vacation would turn out. But as time wore on, I began to take every day in as a blank slate, not really knowing what we would do, and I stopped caring when things didn't happen exactly as we planned. In retrospect, we had a really groovy vacation. A few highlights:
-My aunt doing our 7 mile hike in a skirt and her $2,000 Nihau shell necklace. (But hey, this woman is the most hardcore female I know, and she pulled it off really well)
-Smoking out our Surf instructor after he gave us our lesson. Hawaiin locals are really chill if you approach the situation right, this guy was especially mellow and friendly.
-Almost getting sucked out in the Ocean while swimming around Queen's Bath, when the current became especially strong right as I tried to get out.
-Boogie-boarding the day away. I tell ya, if you catch a wave right, that can be the funnest thing to do at the beach! It can be crappy if you eat it though.
-Finally, we went snorkeling off a boat on our second to last day in Hawaii. As I was putzing around in the water, looking at fish, a huge sea turtle swam about 4 feet underneath me. It was such an amazing, intimate experience with a creature of the sea. He knew I was there but didn't feel threatened by me enough to dive deeper and get the hell away. I followed him along for a few minutes, then let him go off on his own.
It's always a little strange to come back home and realize everything is exactly the same as it always has been, and that you return to your daily life as though you'd never left. But at least this time I'm feeling more relaxed, and go with the flow; true Hawaiin style. I'm hoping I can make that last the rest of the summer and through the school year.

Monday, August 09, 2004

An Ode...To Ted

If you live in my town (which I wont specify here because there may be online stalkers afoot) then it's likely you've seen a white Jetta with bashed-in rear doors and a drooping front bumper whizzing about our busy main streets and narrow back alleys. If you've seen such a vehicle then you've had the pleasure of encountering Ted, my beloved car. No he can't handle long distance drives, yes he scares me with noises and threatens to die when I drive up steep hills, and maybe that is the stench of cat-piss you smell on his interior when his windows have been rolled up for too long. But how can I not help but feel attached to this lil' old Volkswagon? He afforded me freedom, comfort of travel, and the ability to cut off little old ladies who drive too damn slow; all of which walking or taking the bus never did for me. Ahh yes, I love my Ted. He's the one man in my life that I can depend on doing exactly what I want. I park him out front at night, and in the morning there he is waiting for me. With the flick of a switch (or the turn of a key), I can turn him on when I need him to get me going. And when I want him to stop, I mean when I really put my foot down, I know he'll respect my wishes. But enough of the cheesy one-liners. It needs to be known that the very fabulous Ted is just that - Fabulous. And while I would drive Ted until I become one of those little old ladies who drives too slow, I'm afraid that he may be on his last legs. Therefore, I found it fitting to write an ode to my dearest Theodore, while he's still around for me to boast about.

To those of you who've had the fine treat of a pleasure cruise in Ted, I feel it would be fitting for you to pay your respects to Ted, via "Commentary", where your respects are due.