I couldn't get to the thread on the the dialogue around the 40days 40night folks so decided to start a new one. First of all I want to say please don't bring pornographic signs as a counter protest, I believe it would be as inappropriate to children's viewing as the graphic signs of the anti abortionists. If you want to show support show up and hold a sign that PPWW has endorsed. Second I want to say that in the mist of the mudslinging there has been an effective silence created about the issue (a womans legal right to choose when she will have a child). While not a christian and no longer a Catholic (I do believe I am recovering from a forced indoctrination) not all Catholics (nor all christians) are to blame for this anti abortion groups choices. In my time of countering the anti abortionist it became evident to me that they want to incite prochoice folks to behave in ways that they can then point to with condemnation, it fuels sympathy to their view and doesn't serve any of us. Please warn parnets with young children to not drive by PPWW while this is taking place. Children do not have the cognitive ability to place the graphioc images of this group into a context and it can traumatize them. Something the anti abortionists have stated they do not care about. Why is it they want to "save" babies only to psychologically damnage them once outside of the womb. Shame on them!

Come check out Davila 666, a great '77 style punk band from Puerto Rico, at Le Voyeur this Tuesday October 2nd. How often do you get to see good punk bands from outside the states come to Olympia. Although, i guess, Puerto Rico is technically part of the states. But not enough where they get paid a decent minimum wage. Bring your dancing shoes and some donations for the band.

Tuesday October 2nd

Davila 666 ('77 Punk de Puerto Rico)

Coming Up Roses (Oly Pop Punk)

Beautiful Boys (Oly Apoca-Psychedelic Surf Punk)

Kalvins Johnson (Oly Post 9/11 HC)

@ Le Voyeur 9pm 21+

Please bring donations for the touring band

The smells weren't right in this place.

No, the newish smell of plywood mixed with the clippings of suburban lawn did nothing to make this large empty house seem like home. The house itself, with its picture perfect architecture and trendy faςade seemed to focus its disdainful stare at me the moment I walked through the front door.

No, home around this time is supposed to smell of Fall--of brown gold leaves crunching underfoot or burning in piles, of apple cider, of old wood. It is supposed to smell of cold, the first bite in the air that tickles the nose a bit as it teases of snowflakes and sled rides.

Here in the South in October, where the temperature still hovers between 80-90° Fahrenheit, there is a sad suburban sameness that seems to spread like the plague to places that were once beautiful and wild. Once I heard a song that seems to describe this phenomenon:

Little Boxes
by Malvina Reynolds

Little boxes on the hillside, Little boxes made of tickytacky
Little boxes on the hillside, little boxes all the same
There's a green one and a pink one and a blue one and a yellow one
And they're all made out of ticky tacky and they all look just the same.

And the people in the houses all went to the university
Where they were put in boxes and they came out all the same,
And there's doctors and there's lawyers, and business executives
And they're all made out of ticky tacky and they all look just the same.

And they all play on the golf course and drink their martinis dry,
And they all have pretty children and the children go to school
And the children go to summer camp and then to the university
Where they are put in boxes and they come out all the same.

And the boys go into business and marry and raise a family
In boxes made of ticky tacky and they all look just the same.