In the past few days I've been pressured by my girlfriend and the magazine to make a public statement about the PRC's treatment of T-betans (I can't type the whole word with the word 'olympics' on the same page or my internet shuts down for upwards of three hours and I'm working on homework) as a human rights platform.
Seeing as that was a post on my facebook wall I had to endure about thirty minutes of downtime where I couldn't get any work done. But she deleted it and then it worked again.
I'm more concerned, truthfully, about the geopolitical discrepancies between China and the rest of the civilised world than about the goddamn torch. I think that if the Olympics doesn't stray from all of the pro-relations ideals at the base of the games then we should have no trouble at all.
However, and here's my being selfish:
I'm not going to the Olympics. If I do it'll only be to sit with the Ambassador and his children to make sure that they don't try to push through the rope and get on the field. I don't care about sports. The last time I did I ended up with a broken foot because one of Nils' huge brothers landed on my leg in a game of keg football*
So.
Trying to get ready for collegestuff, looking for a new tattoo artist because Hou Tai's apprentice won't serve me anymore because I'm apparently a radical (who'd have thunk?). And also he heard me talking to Paul's mom and told me very plainly, "I do not work on Germans."
Sigh.
And I do have to get working now, so.
I'm published again at www.cherrybleeds.com so you should go read. C.Thomas' "FFD."
*not actually a sport as much as, we drink a whole keg of Erdinger and then try to kick the empty keg down the field between any two trees. But considering, we almost never make it.
