pele loves pavarotti, and so do i. tonight consist of sitting on the couch with emily and a bottle of wine, watching pavarotti in central park. i’ve drunk all but a sip of the wine. i haven’t cried yet.

last night we saw angela davis. it was, hands down, the best thing i have ever seen in birmingham. another entry tomorrow, perhaps, when i can type a little more fluidly. as we were walking out of the auditorium, someone presented her with one of the fbi’s ‘most wanted’ posters, from when she was hunted and definitively not free.

i love everybody.