Monday slinks by like a foxy lady

So it does. Today I was going to participate in a march like this one (though probably not as big and glamorous), but it turned out to be happening next month. Oh well. I did end up meeting a pretty cool and crazy old man and hanging out with these old-timer lefty radicals down at the Coca-Cola Café, a very cheap and storied hangout in the Casco Viejo from whose doorway a labor activist was disappeared many years ago, to be dug up recently. One of the dudes told me that his parents had sat at the corner table in the café twice a day for several decades. We ate corvina al ajillo and talked about politics, art, political art, and the like - including a new project to help some impoverished Embará children survive by doing some touristy-art things that also proved to be fun for them. The man liked parrots and kind of looked like one too. I'm trying to upload a photo of him, but for now it's stalled. Anyhow, he had a sort of site-specific project involving these colorful hats that he'd made and a portrait of "the Che," apparently the first portrait ever painted of said Che. I feel inclined to doubt that.

Anyhow, on a slightly unrelated note, I'm thinking that I kind of want to have a parrot as a pet, pirate-like. Those of you who know me know that I'm not really a pet kind of person, but parrots are sort of like humans, with their cocked heads and modulated voices and roving eyes. Recently I've seen some light green ones flapping about that have made me feel like having a parrot curl around my fingers might be the way to go.

Okay, must now sleep. Am bone-tired, too tired for articles. Tomorrow, up with the morning cranes and their industrial squawk.