They call it democracy

Friday while trying to organize shady plans for St. Patty's my aunt Linda ask out of the blue if I was going to the protest the next day. After doing some frantic internet searching I discovered information on said protest and was left completely speechless. Not because of the protest that was to commence the next day at 1pm at Lagoon and Hennipen, but that it marked the three year anniversary of the invasion of Iraq.

Three years.... that is just insane to consider. After wrapping my mind around said injustices I pulled together some friends and headed down the next morning, handover and all.


Nearly 3,000 people strong we marched down Hennepin in the name of peace. Not rain nor sleet nor the whole five counter protesters could have stoped us our energy was just to strong.


Probably my favorite part of the day was listening to the semi-professional speakers who spoke out before the march began. And by semi-professional speakers I mean anyone who grabbed the microphone. One of the biggest flaws of the peace movement has got to be our inability to pick one topic and stick to it. Every rally, regardless of it's initial intentions becomes an "Anti-Bush" rally.



And although I agree there is a good chance Bush may in fact be the anti-christ (or next hilter, same diff) chanting "Bush Sucks" and "Bush is an asshole" really does nothing to help spread the seriousness of the Iraq situation, it really only inforces the image of angry anti-everything mainstream liberal. And I'm sorry people but if you want change you have to be taken seriously and to be taken seriously YOU HAVE TO SHOWER!

Aside from the lack of deodorant the protest was pretty successful and left me feeling empowered and hopeful.



Walking up to the Basillica with the bells ringing was one of those life altering, awe inspiring moments when anything seems possible...then we remembered we had to walk back to the car.

Amazing Green Unitard = GOLD

The Oscars, a time when Hollywood sets aside their petty difference for a night, glams up and pretends to be merely humble craftsmen for one night. A night with red carpets, more paparatzi than Princess Di's car crash and more importantly, an award show Paris Hilton can't shame with her money-grubing no talent presence.


Yes only at the Oscars can one find Jack Nicholson and Three Six Mafia in the same room, only The Oscars can snub Miyazaki so shamlessly, only the Oscars can make Jon Stewart not funny, not because his jokes were bad (and lets face it they weren't great), but because of what I've always suspected, to make it in Hollywood you must sell your soul and by doing so loose your emotions, more importantly your ability to appreciate a comical genius like Jon fricken Stewart. Oh how I love these meaningless yet so anticipated awards that glorify America's facination with rich pretty people.



The night hit a lull pretty early, and for the Oscars that's saying something, but THANK GOD for Ben Stiller who was probably my favorite moment of that entire show in his "amazing green unitard"!! Him, Stewart, Reese and Three Six Mafia being the only ones to appear to show true human emotions like joy, awakwardness, and a sense of humor.


One of the biggest shames of the night, almost worse than Jethro Tull winning Best Heavy Metal Performance in 1989, but not quiet was Wallace and Grommit beating out Howl's Moving Castle. I may be biased towards Miyazaki but that's only because he is a true genius with original ideas and amazing animation, but that is besides the point......moral of the story, best animation oscar, DOWNGRADE! (FU BWE for implanting that term in my head.)

I must say one of the best parts of The Oscars is judging celebrities fashion fo-paws. Did anyone else see Naomi Watts hideous excuse for a dress and did anyone else vomit a little in their mouths when they saw it like I did. Pretty in Pink meets a paper shredder. But Ms. Watts didn't shame the fashion world alone, I'd also put Keira Knightly's hair up their for worse fasion choice of the night. I don't know what she was going for but she managed to make herself unattractive. I didn't know it was possible but she has suceeded. Maybe that is what she was going for, and if so I APPLAD YOU AND YOUR HORRIBLE HAIR-DO MS.KNIGHTLY!

Is it just me or were there more commercial breaks this year than an episode of TRL?

Although the gay cowboys scored a few points, Crash shocked coming in from behind and winning Best Picture. And by everyone I mean anyone who didn't listen to any commentary or pre-Oscar foreplay talk which repeatidly called Crash as the underdog with a shot.

Yes the Oscars were more than a little predicatable, as usual. And I loved every glam-soaked minute. Because if for only one night I can pretend I am there sharing in all the glory and not at home writing notes in a journal with my hair unbrushed (but clean!), munching on Koala Yummies and sipping some fine Diet Mt. Dew, from a plastic cup.