Sunday, November 26, 2006

I almost cut my hair (and then I did)

It's been awhile since I blogged [a word, I have confidence, that does not appear in a circa 1970 dictionary]. Every attempt to un-dye my hair black being unsuccessful, I decided to shorten it. I'm thinking of making it even shorter. Once upon a time, in my radical dyke days, it was 1 inch long and spiked. I've tired of my unkempt hippie look, but I know myself well enough that I don't have the patience to dress much differently.

My indecisive hairstyle goes with my neither-here-nor-there mood. I'll be done with my Peace & Justice degree in a year (Jan '08). I've done pretty well to spend the past several years just living day-to-day, but now I'm getting antsy. Do I want to move to San Francisco for a Master's in Activism & Social Change (and be an in-the-streets radical grrl again)? Do I want to go to Fordham in NYC or BC in Boston for law school (and work my way into the Center for Constitutional Rights as a civil rights paralegal)? Do I want to stay in Denver and help Regis build a world-class Peace & Justice Center? Pros and cons all around. Those of you who know my propensities to look for new adventures while craving long-lasting community might understand my turmoil. Some of you might counsel me (once again) to stop thinking so far ahead and enjoy the now. But here's the rub -- I need to fulfill a language requirement for my degree, and I'm stuck. Do I refresh my French (useful in many places, but not Colorado), or do I start learning Spanish (mucho handy in Denver, but will definately screw up my French for good)? Either way, I'll be at Metro this summer for either one. It's not an easy decision, because it feels like committing to one of my three plans before I'm ready.

Any advice?

Saturday, October 14, 2006

click here for my latest project!

I'm going to Fort Benning, Georgia again this year, to join 19,000+ voices in nonviolent protest of the School of the Americas/WHINSEC -- a place run by the U.S. military that trains Latin American soldiers on ways to kill, disappear, and intimidate people.

If you feel, as I do, that such a "school" has no place in a world of peace, justice and beauty, please consider a contribution to this cause. Contact the folks listed on the invite, or just email me and I'll get right back with you.

We are also doing yardwork in exchange for donations -- no job too small! Please contact Kristine Dyrsten (303.594.1651, to schedule us.

The Rocky Mountain SOA Watch group will be there November 17 - 19, 2006 to say NO MAS! NO MORE! We will shut this place down!

Sunday, September 24, 2006

food really IS love

today was a wonderful Sunday. I went to Meeting, socialized with friends old & new, shopped at the lovely grocery store Sunflower, then came home and made blueberry muffin for tomorrow's breakfast, then roasted pesto chicken, wild rice, and fresh beets for dinner. thanks to one of my roomates, we also had a nice bottle of red wine.

I've received a few messages from my sweet readers, expressing concern after my last post. thank you all so very much. in the space I'm in at this very moment, so far away from that emotional ball of nothing, it's hard to remember that I am sometimes that person. everyting I said was true then, but it's not true now. I adore my life, and the people in it. I wouldn't trade a moment of my past for an infettered soul today -- it wouldn't be authentic.

there is one thing that puts a smile on my face, and always has. I L O V E F O O D ! I love shopping for it, I love planning meals, I love cooking food, and I definately love eating. today, I was able to devote hours to food, in all it's stages. I don't have anything profound to say. just that I appreciate the love and support that you all give me, and that today I touched my bliss. tonight, I am very happy.


Tuesday, September 19, 2006

Ebbs & Flows (guess which I'm in right now?)

I just re-read my last entry. I want to extend my heartfelt appreciation to Carol & TJ, who left sweet comments.


I can re-read the words, but I can't recapture the emotion. F U C K. earlier today, I was previewing my playlist for my campus radio show tomorrow. this one song called "Ruby's Shoes" is about the first little black girl to be intergrated into the public schools in New Orleans. I was reading my law book and typing away on my outline, and then BOOM my face wrinkled up and I started sobbing. I thought, I have too much to do, I can't feel that way right now. and so I forced myself to continue typing and reading that damn law book. and for most of the rest of the day, I've been numb. I put a photo of the beer I'm drinking because, shit, I don't know, because it's all I'm really feeling at this moment. no, that's not right. it's all I'm allowing myself to feel right now. because brewing just under the surface is sorrow. I'm afraid if I let it go, I won't be able to stop. and I'm "well" now, so I have responsibilities and people rely on me to do what I say I will do. post-traumatic stress disorder sucks fucking ass. just a week ago I was so peaceful and joyful. it's actually so much easier when you are sick. I mean, in that space when you are trying to get it together but it works about half the time. people aren't really let down when you fail, and they are really happy when you make it work. that's what's so fucking hard about having PTSD. when everything is humming along, you forget that you exist on the edge, and when that trigger makes you tumble down into the morass, you are stunned, because you forgot what happens to you when you aren't on guard. you forget that your soul can get lodged in your bladder an make you double over with pain. and you forget that your brain doesn't work right and you could leave your hand over a flame and wouldn't feel it burn.

you forget that some really horrible things have shaped your life into this utter despair and weakness and the person that people think of when they hear your name is only the facade that you project to make this life bearable.

Monday, September 11, 2006

joyful grrl

I am feeling so incredibly blessed! The Regis showing of Gandhi (part of the nation-wide screenings by the Dept. of Peace campaign) was a wonderful night. My partner in nonviolence (TJ) and I were able to reach out to all the justice-focused campus clubs, we had the sole non-corporate food vendor on campus sell goodies, and thirty people signed up for the Peace & Justice Club! I would be doing campus organizing regardless, but I feel so supported and valued at Regis. Tonight is an importnat milestone for me, I'm realizing as I type. Last year's SOA trip was about me facing my demons after Seattle, and proved to me the power of nonviolence and reverence. It was internal. Tonight was the budding of the seed that Camp Casey on the Quad planted seven months ago. Tonight, I felt all my labor of love, all my turmoil, all my loving kindness blossomed into a chorus of "Yes!" and "I remember that" and "I will help create this world" that rang out from the Regis campus. I think that , since the first time I left ELF, I feel part of community. I don't think I've even publicy owned my involvement with ELF before. I'm smiling as I'm seeing that I really have closed that chapter in my life :~)

What a beautiful, beautiful thing!


Thursday, July 27, 2006

The Crusader Alliance -- the U.S., the U.K., and Israel

Does anyone else yell at their radio speakers? I can't bring myself to listen to NPR much anymore. Their one-sided Zionist bullshit is like a rolling boil under my toes. don't those blabbering hosts ever wonder WHY Israel is always warring with another nation? Could it be because the U.S. keeps giving them weapons? Or maybe because Israel is always trying to take over land where people live (land that was not part of the post-WWII guilt-induced-land-grab-kick-those-Arabs-out that created Israel in the first place). Why, when the current war in Lebanon is being discussed, is the precipitating event always the capture of two Israeli soldiers? Like NOTHING happened before then? Nothing like the 1947-49 Arab-Israeli War (when the Lebanese government sided with Palestine against Israel)? Nothing like the 1978 invasion by IDF (Israeli Defence Force)? Nothing like Hezbollah (the "bad guys") forming in 1982 to combat the Israeli occupation of Lebanon?

Do you know who the terrorists are? Question: Is Hezbollah killing Lebanese people? Oh, they aren't? Huh. Oh well, NPR told me that that they are terrorists. So I guess they must be. Thank God (TM) I don't watch Fox News -- who knows what twisted ideas I'd have about the world.

Here's some history on Lebanon
Read it for yourself. And listen to Democracy Now radio.

Friday, July 14, 2006


So I returned from my cross-country adventure about ten days ago. I've intended to write, but my head is a little spinny. So many experiences, both large and small, and it's been hard to focus on one and be coherent. I've been very emotional, too. Yesterday, at Taza de Cafe (the best coffeehouse in NW Denver, btw), I was showing Burke some photos from Arlington National Cemetery. I had never been, and I learned about a week before we landed in the D.C. area that Tenzin Denghkim (whose cross seemed destined for my hands at Camp Casey on the Quad, see posts from March '06) is buried there. I was telling Burke about seeing a funeral procession -- horse-drawn carriage, military band, 21-gun salute, the mother walking behind her son's flag-draped casket in a broad black hat and tea-length gown. I broke down. Sobbing. Why is it that when I see such a moment, my heart breaks into a shard of sorrow for the family, another for the person whose last moment was filled with violence, and thousands of painful splintering jagged shards reminding me that my government is creating and perpetuating hate "in my name." But others see the same scene and say, simply, with head bowed but without a tear or a pang of responsibility, "Freedom isn't free."

The family that hosted us in Leesburg, Virginia, were absolutely wonderful. They had the cutest dog I've ever met (and that's saying alot) -- a Cocker Spaniel/Golden Retriever/Beagle mix that seemed to have springs for legs. [hopefully a photo will be forthcoming] He was all that golden color, with short hair around his back and sides but whispy hair, like fringe, around his stomach and between his toes.

I had a nice kitchen-table-visit with Patti and her 8-year-old son. Patti told me a story of them watching a TV program about the Sistene Chapel, in which she asked her son, "What do you think would be different if Michaelangelo had painted Jesus as a dark-skinned Middle Eastern man?" His only answer was a shrug. But the next day, when she picked him up from school, he said that he'd been thinking about it, and had decided that if Jesus wasn't shown as a white man "there wouldn't be a Klu Klux Klan." Out of the mouths of babes.

I've been sharing this story a lot since I came home. It speaks to me on several levels. We must plant the seeds of critical thinking in others, so that they may reflect upon history/herstory and not blindly accept the winner's accounting. We must recognize that our world becomes us -- what choices can we make that invite others to a dialogue, rather than divide us and shut down dialogue. And neither of those thing require anything more of us than talking with our friends and family. The seeds of loving kindness will sow themselves, if only we dare to blow them into life.

I ate one of the most spectacular dinners ever at the Beruit Restaraunt in Toledo, Ohio. I couldn't get enough of their cold bean salad, flavored with sage, or the roasted artichoke hearts. I put this food upon my (narrow) pedestal -- with Dali in Somerville, Mass, and Cafe Brazil in Denver -- as the best meals in my life. And as a serious foodie, this is my nudge to you to divert your own road trip to Toledo. They have an amazing art museum (free admission), and a minor league baseball team with a great logo (the Mudhens).

We were there at the Beruit with Tarek, a Lebanese American and a Toledo native, who told us about his trip to Beruit last year with delight. I woke up yesterday to the news that Israel had declared war on Lebanon and had already begun the destruction of Beruit's infrastructure. My first thought was of that wonderful food, and of the joy in Tarek's eyes when he described going "home" for the first time. And I want it to become law that, before a politican can send off the missiles or send in the troops, he be required to eat the food native to that place. And if he smiles in gastronomic delight during the meal, he is REQUIRED to stand the fuck down. Food is a culture's way of expressing itself. There is no culture without people, so killing the people is like rotting their uneaten food. I'm sorry, but The Dude cannot abide. Food is the greatest beauty -- it is universal (everyone eats) yet it has such diversity (compare land-locked Russian to coastal Brazilian). I know that not everyone is into food as I am, but I really don't understand. I mean, I get that cooking is a lot of work, and not everybody wants to COOK the food. But doesn't everyone want to EAT good food? And so, doesn't a person need to respect other cultures, if only so that one can get a chance to TASTE its food?

The only culture I can think of that has pretty crappy food -- food that is so bad, it would be no loss to the world if their culture was no more -- is ...

Who Would Julia Child Bomb?

(and no, it wouldn't be American fast food -- Saint Julia *loved* In-n-Out Burger)

Paul Proudehome for President?

Wednesday, May 10, 2006

Peace Bonds -- A Great Gift Idea!

Have you heard of Nonviolent Peaceforce? It's an international federation that works on unarmed humanitarian peacekeeping. They work all over the world, in places like Sri Lanka, where the citizens are at risk from civil war and facism. Along with the United States Institue of Peace, NP keeps the spirit of Gandhi, Dorothy Day, MLK, and A.J. Muste alive.

NP is selling "Peace Bonds" for $10 to $500. These beautifully hand-drawn full-color cards act as donations for Nonviolent Peaceforce, and help to support their projects. Can you think of a gift that better shows the love you hold for all of the world?

Sunday, April 23, 2006

The Coalesce Peace Bike Tour of 2006...

...aka What I'm Doing On My Summer Vacation

Two hearty guys -- Darryl Purpose and Kevin Deame -- are biking from Los Angeles, California to Washington, D.C. Of course, "roughing it" in the digital age means guaranteed computer access and up-to-date blogging, so darryl & kevin have a RV sag wagon. Louise Taylor is driving LA - Denver, and I'm taking it eastward from there.

Why are they doing this? Well, Darryl & Kevin met on The Great Peace March of 1986, when 20,000 people WALKED across the country, to protest and call attention to the danger to humanity of nuclear power & weapons. This being the 20th anniversary, there is a reunion in D.C. for the participants. Darryl, now a professional musician, has a new album to support, and Kevin was itching for a meaningful vacation from his cyber-tech life. So they said, "Let's recreate the Peace March, but on bikes!" While no new nuke power plants have been built in the past few decades, there are plenty of things to worry about. The Coalesce Peace Bike Tour is not a fundraiser for any particular organization, but we will be doing some speaking/acoustic music events, and all the proceeds from those events will go to the local host organizations.

We have events planned in:
ALBQ, New Mexico
Omaha, Nebraska
Kansas City, Missouri
Chicago, Illinois
South Bend, Indiana
Pittsburg, Pennslyvania
Leesburg, Virginia

I'm handling the events coord., so if you are a peace group or acoustic music venue located between Chi-town and D.C. and would like to host Darryl & Kevin, please let me know & I'll get back to you right away.

You can visit the trip blog at:

peace, love & pedaling!

Thursday, April 20, 2006

the comeback of the 80s -- not just a fashion thing

being on a college campus today is a lot like being in high school in the mid-1980s. that I'm seeing things like this striped dress (can you say Jane Fonda Workout?) means that this particular fashion trend is on it's way out, given that I live in the Rocky Mountains, which is at least a year behind NYC. this is good. those of us who lived through the 80s the first time don't want to be forced to see bubble skirts and things like this:

as I was driving back from Old Navy last week (where I bought 3 pairs of shorts from the men's department, where pockets, comfort, and thigh coverage still hold value), I flipped the radio to FM, for a change of pace from my usual talk radio. yikes! everything on the FM side sounded like it was 80s-era bubblegum pop. the fashion AND the music? what the hell, people? that crap sucked then and it sucks now. why the re-tread? and that got me thinking. what does 2006 have in common with circa 1985? and then I got scared.

I got scared because the similarities are shockingly. both featured a second-term Republican president hell bent on foreign war (Reagan in Latin America and Bush in the Middle East) while forcing domestic policy run adrift and promoting the vilification of the powerless (Reagan blamed feminists & welfare mothers for social problems and Bush is working on doing the same with poor people of color). in both eras the mainstream media largely ignored/marginalized voices calling for peace & meaningful justice. and in both eras the general public was lulled into an attitude of apathy and ignorance.

I have a new appreciation for the vast right-wing conspiracy. damn, they're good! there is a lot more to say, but I need to get back to the fight. a fight which is not only about social justice, but also the intersection of pop culture & politics.

Saturday, April 15, 2006

living with solidarity

on Tuesday, April 11th, twenty-nine beautiful compassionate souls reported to federal prison. They were found guilty of violating the laws of the U.S. government, for crossing the line at Fort Benning, Georgia, at the annual School of the Americas/WHISEC protest/vigil. They were sentenced to time ranging from 60 days to 1 year for this illegal trespass.

I was there that Sunday in November 2005. I stood with 19,000 people and read the Pledge of Nonviolence, and I struggled with the competing desires to cross that line, take up the time of the military and the court system that seems to uphold their illegal behavior, and to be just a participant, and not a leader, in this event. The SOA vigil was my big test -- could I feel the solidarity of Black Bloc anarchists with Catholic priests and nuns, and *not* fall back on old patterns of "Bring It On!" ?

The SOA vigil was where I faced my demons from MCI Framingham (where I spent my 23rd birthday) and from Seattle '99 (where the chaffing plastic handcuffs made me long for the cold metal of old), and I returned to Denver most confident in my ability to live with intention, to feel injustice and fight them by example and not with my fists. Perhaps someday I will be able to cross that line for all the right reasons, leaving my ego and my selfishness on the pavement.

For now, my heart goes to those 29 people who are paying the government's ransom for living with moral conviction. Please write to them. Prison is a dehumanizing experience, designed to strip you of all sense of solidarity. A letter from a stranger really does make a difference.

The photo above is of Joanne Cowan, a Friend (Quaker) from Boulder, Colorado. She and I travel in many of the same circles, and, although I have met her I do not know her well. In her Statement to the Judge, Joanne wrote, "...I took direction from the words of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. who suggested in a speech I read that there comes a time when to remain silent is criminal. I stand before you today so as not to be morally criminal, regardless if I'm found to be legally criminal by your judgement. ... Violence and love are mutually exclusive."

Joanne is serving a 60-day sentence. You may send letters to her at:
Joanne Cowan #92566-020
FCI Phoenix
Satellite Camp
37930 N. 45th Ave
Phoenix, AZ 85086

Unlike Joanne, who had a Clearness Committee (the Quaker way of making weighty decisions) process to carefully make the decision to cross the line before she even boarded the plane to Georgia, Donte Smith, 19 years old, seems to have made his decision to cross the line on the spot, driven by an "acute case of social conscience." Donte was sentenced to 3 months, plus a $500 fine. His address is:
Donte Smith #91436-020
FMC Fort Worth
Federal Medical Center
PO Box 15330
Fort Worth, TX 76119

You can read Donte's Statement to the Judge, as well as details for each of the 29, at If you live in the Rcoky Mtn region, please join the Yahoo Group "RMSOAW" which is led by Brendan McCrann, currently a Regis staff member in University Ministry. I know that there are other regional groups, so you can get involved no matter when your live. And the 2006 vigil at the gates of Ft. Benning will be held, as always, the weekend before Thanksgiving. I rank the experience as one of the most meaningful of my life, and urge you to look into how you can support our efforts to close the SOA/WHISEC (either with your money or your energy). Please contact me if you would like to purchase the 15-minute documentary on the 2005 Regis University delegation. It's a fundraiser for our annual trip.


Sunday, April 02, 2006

Signing Statements

WOW! mainstream media talking about Bush's strategy for thwarting democracy? this in today's Denver Post (

President is not above the law

Maybe being president just goes to your head. Why else is George Bush signing bills into law accompanied by statements suggesting he can ignore certain provisions if he chooses?

The president's latest "signing statement" came March 9 with renewal of the Patriot Act, the law that provides government with broad surveillance powers. Patriot II was enacted by Congress after a long battle with the White House over expanded law enforcement powers. To obtain passage, the administration agreed to oversight provisions that included reporting to Congress.

On signing the bill, however, Bush quietly issued a statement asserting that he had the authority to ignore the oversight rules. He said he'd construe the act "in a manner consistent with the President's constitutional authority to supervise the unitary executive branch and to withhold information the disclosure of which could impair foreign relations, national security, the deliberative process of the executive, or the performance of the executive's constitutional duties."

Last year, Congress passed a law outlawing the torture of detainees in U.S. custody. Bush signed the legislation even though Congress did not include a provision he wanted giving the president the power to waive the torture ban. But never mind. His signing statement suggested he could bypass the law anyway, prompting Senate Democratic leader Harry Reid to say, "President Bush continues to believe he's above the law and above the Constitution ... [that the] unitary executive president can pick and choose which laws he will follow."

Poverty v. Immigration

has anyone else noticed that our nation's mainstream media was beginning to seriously question the role of poverty in the (lack of) rebuilding New Orleans & the hurricane ravaged South, but suddenly dropped that story like a hot potato when Bush announced his new ideas for combating "illegal immigration" ?

the two choices are "build a fence" or "have a guest worker program" -- are you KIDDING me? c'mon people, if you are reading my blog, chances are you have a few progressive bones in your body. so please please please start talking about this with your friends & family, and write about it on your blog or to your local newspaper:

where is the discussion about WHY people risk arrest and death crossing the desert to find work in the U.S.? WHY can't they remain in Mexico and support their families? WHAT have U.S. corporations done to the local economies that they no longer function? if you aren't familiar with the term, or the condition of, maquiladoras, please do a web search. and then challenge the assumptions of journalists and friends when they say illegal immigrants are a drain on our society.

I'm thinkin' it's the other way around.

I'm also thinking that Boston has a very high number of illegal immigrants from Ireland. and in my 10 years in that city, I don't remember anyone saying that THEY were a burden on society.

oh, duh! they are WHITE. well, clearly that makes all the difference in the world. right?

y'know, we CAN keep pitting poor black people against poor brown people. or we could start talking about classism and capitalism and why middle-class white folks work against both groups.

we really could, y'know.

but it starts with you.

Friday, March 31, 2006

new photo

Monday, March 27, 2006

vagabond grrl is back :~D

two guys, one grrl, two bikes, and one winnebago.
(guess which one I'll driving)

20th anniversary of The Great Peace March, one of the biggest events in recent peace & justice history. pretty cool, eh?

so, my cyber-friends, who is east of denver along the route to d.c., and will be around between may 15th and june 25th? hook a traveler up

Sunday, March 26, 2006

regis banner

figures -- I carry the darn thing for 90 minutes, and brendan (left) gets all the glory! (well, at least zack got credit) but it *was* a good burrito, thanks to Food Not Bombs.

btw, brendan is the contact for the rocky mountain regional School of the Americas Watch ( yeah, he's a good guy. even if he does wear shiny leather dress shoes with jeans. geek. ;~)

Saturday, March 25, 2006

annual peace & justice conference

I attended this conference in 2005 (the "Engaging Empire" post). This post is just to get the word out that it's happening again, this time in New York City (yay! museums! mass transit! $10 french fries!), October 5 - 8, 2006. It also means, I'm pretty darn sure, that I will not be walking 3 miles on Saturday morning to get a freakin' cup of coffee (as happened to Heather & I in 2005 in Goshen, Indiana. note: do not attempt to feed a caffine addiction in the heart of Amish country.)

if you are a peace worker, I urge you to attend. this year's theme is "Who Speaks for the Common Good?"

elle is a pinko commie!

...but you knew that ;~)

have I mentioned that we got counter-protested by the Campus Republicans? three yahoos set up lawn chairs directly across the quad from us. their signs said:




as this photo clearly demonstrates, those of us in Camp Casey on the Quad hate our nation. yup. that's what we were doing. hating on America. we should have been playing football (like the frat-boy Republicans) and planning our bar-hopping route (it was St. Patty's day).

in case you can't read it, my shirt has the Regis University motto (in both English & Spanish):

How Ought We To Live?

clearly the mark of a pinko commie, ain't it?

don't be an uninformed dippy-do like those young ignorant Republicans.
for TRUE UNEMBEDDED NEWS on Iraq, Palestine, and other places where we Americans are screwing up, please visit
the Kuwiat News Agency
and Dahr Jamail's site

Wednesday, March 22, 2006

Camp Casey on the Quad -- more photos

the amazing group of people who made Camp Casey on the Quad a reality: sarah, laura, me, dan, jim (foreground, in the red hat), eric

the two CCQ organizers not in the group photo are adrian (left) and james. this was taken at the rally on sunday.

oh, I just found out today that the Denver Post article about us was linked through -- on his "must read" page from Sunday, March 19, 2006. pretty freakin' cool, huh?


at the time that we began CCQ, there were 2,309 confirmed U.S. soliders killed in Iraq. (as of this posting, 10 days later, there are 2,322) we printed out the Dept of Defense list of names, and worked on putting a name on each cross. when we pulled the 2,309 memorials from the ground on Saturday, we could not bear to shut them up in a box. our entire purpose had been to open the boxes of lives destroyed by this war. and so we decided that we would hand out these crosses to people at the March 19th rally to End This War Now!

on Sunday, when I reached into the box that Eric held to choose the cross that I would carry with me, that day and forever, I was stunned to see that it was a name that I had written. and it was a name that, when I wrote it, I honestly paused and wondered "who was this person who died?" not that such a question shouldn't come to mind regardless. but this was a Tibetan name. Tenzin Dengkhim. and I wondered who Tenzin was, that he, a Tibetan, died fighting in the U.S. military, fighting a war that shared uncomfortable parallels with China's illegal occupation of Tibet.

tonight, I looked up Tenzin Dengkhim. he died April 2, 2005. he had been in Iraq less than one month. he was a Marine. he and his family had come to the U.S. in the 1990s. he enlisted in the Marines to earn money for college, and to learn skills that he could bring to the Tibetan struggle for independance. Tenzin was 19 years old. according to one source, before he left for Iraq, he prayed. not for his own life. he prayed that he would not take any lives. [which makes me wonder -- what does george w. bush pray for?]

Tenzin Dengkhim's story is why I will fight this war, and every other war, until I take my last breath. Tenzin wanted to be a freedom fighter. may his dream come in his next life.

Sunday, March 19, 2006

Camp Casey on the Quad, Regis University

so, I've been a little busy adding to my police file. there is so much to write about this experience of planting 2,309 white crosses and camping out for several days to show solidarity with the soldiers who can't go home to their families and creature comforts. I will update my blog soon, but for now, please look at the press coverage that we received:

Colorado Indymedia, Story 1 (Wednesday, March 15)

Colorado Indymedia, Story 2 (Friday March 17)

The Denver Post (Sunday, March 19)

for the lastest figures on casualities from Iraq, visit this site, which lists not only dead military personnel, but also the wounded and journalists & others who have been killed there:

for the Camp Casey on the Quad webpage, go here