I used to ride the BT,

but now I ride the MTA.

There is not train that runs under Blackburg as we have here in New York. But, the bus between my apartment complex and the graveyard on east Roanoke St. helped me me not quite so novice when i arrived here. Not everyone on that bus looked like I did, or had come from the same town. Rarely was that the case when I owned a car.

Here in Brooklyn it is rare I see someone with my same skin tone on the public transportation, but I am at ease, and in fact now far more comfortable and relaxed that I was driving the Baltimore/Washington Parkway for 2 years. There is probably some clip I could roll here of Don Cheedle silioquisizing (word?) but I will press on instead.

I liked walked to get places while at Virginia Tech and I like it here too. I lived in a Maryland suburb of DC for 2 years, and shuttled myself in my car the entire time. I love that car, but there is a detachment from the environment that surrounds me, and along with that dimishes the interaction of humanity and my direct contact with it and the people that help sustain reality.

I was in Blacksburg when the war started. I was out in the rain the day after in front of memorial chapel, and spoke on behalf of love in the name of Christ. I came up here 2 days later and marched 30 blocks down Broadway to protest this madness while the other watched shock and awe between commercials for the second round of the NCAA tournament.

And the war raged on. I went back and wrote papers and against it and taught about it for 2 school year in a few social-studies classes, but the war raged on.

and now, we all know its bad and we all know they lied and we dont really beleive them when they talk to us now about how well things are going, or even about how neccessary it all is, but what have we given more attention and consideration to

we hokies dont even have a dog in that fight... actively walk away from this war and encourage those you know and love and debate with truthful minds those you dont to make this government fear this populace again.

Since I moved to this city I have helped to organize a politcal rally and march in which about 7,000 people participated. This was nowhere near as effective as the day I skipped my constitutional law class to hear speakers talk about diversity education and the restrictions placed by the board of regents on the admissions policies of the university. It went on for about 150 minutes until a guy I had just had class with that morning got up to the podium and said he was ready to do something. He wanted to deliver the message to the president himself and he ran into Burress Hall.

Myself and about 100 or so other kids (perhaps a few more) ran into the offices on the second floor of the building and forced some odd answers from the dean on duty that day. It became sweaty quite quickly in the room that day; it was far fairer whether than we were afforded a week later. The weather was also an indicator of the crowd and the effectivnes given both assembly events.

damn this war. still.
if you are being quiet about it stop.