On the bus ride home the forty-two bus stopped in traffic on Columbia Road. After two minutes people started getting out, but I was too into product reviews in Wired which were making me think that I should get an iMac instead of a television when I move to Chicago, an idea which upon reflection probably seems like the kind of thing that I could afford to do but probably eschew in order to save money. And then after a while there were people saying things on a megaphone like "Cuba Si! Bloquada No!" (Yes I know that I probably misspelled the Spanish word.) So I got off the bus too and looked for people I knew. I saw Dour Communist Sarah, who was at the front of the march. I walked in the street between the march and the bike police in the opposite direction of the march which confused everyone. There were about 300 marchers, several dozen of which were yellow-vested "security." Why do they need their own cops, or at least so many of them? It implies that the organizers don't trust their own constituency.

I'm still wearing the regalia. I'm going to keep wearing it until I feel more comfortable in it, a feeling which I can sense coming on already.
posted by weiss @ 1:17 PM