Today involved getting up at 4am to take a cab to the airport, a couple of connections, and then landing at the Minneapolis airport — where I now await the shuttle back to Morris, which doesn’t leave for a few hours, will take a few hours, and if it’s anything like the shuttle we took to get here, will be an icebox that will threaten me with frostbite all afternoon.
But it was all worth it! I got to spend a day in balmy New York City, and I spent most of my time with Iris, who took me on a tour of vegan restaurants on Manhattan. Turns out there are a few. (Don’t worry about the squirrels, since this was a vegan tour we eschewed giving them their deserved reward, this time).
Then we realized that alcohol is vegan, so we stopped for a little warmup. It was a phenomenal way to savor the big city.
And then it was time to go to Cooper Union, where we speechified and organized to RefuseFascism.org. It was a great event: a diverse and ferocious crowd — you could hear the rage out there — and I gave a short speech and Iris was asked to read a message of support sent by Gloria Steinem. The whole thing was recorded, so you can watch it right now if you’ve got a few hours to spare. I was one of the first speakers, and once you get past me, it just kept getting better and better. I recommend Jeremy Scahill‘s scathing denunciation of the whole damn system if you want to get your blood boiling.
Look! I glow!
And then we went out for beer, as all revolutionaries do, and made a few plans that will emerge later. Finally it was a scant few hours of sleep, and here I am, about to climb into an ambulatory freezer. I’d do it again!
kudos
Well of course you went out for some beers. It is a revolutionary PARTY after all.
Speaking of revolutions and beers, I have yet to try my bottle of Slap a Banker (a French barley wine). The name alone was reason enough to get some, but it’s also supposedly quite good.
You should wear red more often, PZ. I think that glow came off Iris, who is glowy enough to light a room or three.
Yes. Yes it is.
…Apropos of nothing, so is Frosted Flakes. And, if you make it from scratch with coconut milk instead of evaporated milk, so is good, fluffy, chocolate fudge. Again, I say these things for no reason at all.
Also, I would be jealous of your time with Iris if I weren’t more prone to compersion, myself.
Speaking of, Hey Iris: If I ever end up in Manhattan again, should I look you up? I’m afraid it might be vegan restaurants again, and, of course, it would be me and not PZ, but maybe I could make some fudge or poundcake to compensate.
Caine: Pretty sure that’s an effect of the (vegan!) Greek cabernet.
Crip Dyke: Yes, by all means look me up! You still have my email?
I’m sure I do, though you know I haven’t used it for too long.
If you don’t still have mine, it’s merely my nym minus the honorifics at gmail.com
ooooh
That’s Iris?
Yes, of Death to Squirrels on FTB. I try to take out the squirrels that feed underneath our neighbors birdfeeder, and live in a tree across my driveway. They dodge faster than my car can run them over.
Nah, you can tell it’s not by the lack of fangs, no squirrel remains danging from said absent fangs, and the lack of lasers mounted on the missing fangs.
If that’s Iris, I swear I saw her in a DC bookstore late this afternoon.
Cream liqueurs.
Isinglass. Gelatin fining.
The broader point stands, I s’pose.
Iris, I’m going to be in the City next month. I might be prevailed upon to provide a flow of alcohol.