there were bells on the hill

I want to go on a strike. I graduated from university without going on one – three years in L.A. as a young "socially concerned" student and I didn't manage to walk around yelling with a giant, clever sign once.

My ex-roommate Emma and I always thought that it would be a good idea to protest for daylight the day before Daylight Savings. That way we would be guaranteed to feel effective. (And it worked, btw. Daylight was saved twice a year all throughout college)

I'm auditing a pre-revolution American history class, and have been reading a book called "The Radicalism of the American Revolution" which has some great material. Apparently frustrated Americans used to protest England's sovereignty with these mini strike/festivals where they would mock the government by dressing up a townsperson as a fake king and hanging effigies. But all these festivals served to do was inadvertently cement the system into place more than it had been – and get the angst out of the citizens for a while so they could get back to work.

Today's Quote:
"His hair will grow on you."
-Shawna describing her long-haired friend Ben Fabulous