I took that picture of our bicycles while I was watching them, waiting for Gerry to get done with the rest room. We were in the San Jose train station, with plans to ride down to Morgan Hill for a Green Party meeting. It seemed like two hours of pleasant riding later that we got to the meeting. When we took a break a couple of hours later I took this picture of most of us.




After the meeting we posed for this group shot. It's a little wobbly because the photographer was a geezer Librarian with unsteady hands. That guy on the right is the mysterious Wes, whom previously most of us had only seen emails from. The guy is a fabulously thoughtful writer. If you haven't seen his words you should visit his blog or sign up for a mailing list he is on. Then you will see why riding a bicycle to Morgan Hill to meet him is worth it.

  

Wes recommended reading something by Henning Menkell. He pulled down Firewall and handed it to Cameron for a moment because it has the same name as a network component that the guy has familiarity with.

Since it wouldn't be a Green Party meeting without some sort of political action, Cameron and Drew staged a die-in on the grass of the library lawn. I it was a dramatization of the consequences of the stupid government the Bush Administration is giving us.  I'm sure that no human rights were violated during the action.

  

After that we went our separate ways. Four of us went down to this coffee shop, where I had a bottle of beer brewed in Morgan Hill while we talked. It was nice to have a local beer in a local joint. Biking home, I stopped briefly to water this bush. Luckily, no cops saw me breaking whatever law it is that allows them to lock you up for seeking relief from fluid pressure buildup.



I remember when we were campaigning against this power plant in Coyote Valley. The developers had promised that it wouldn't be an eye sore. Looking at it, I feel like I was lied to. I remember when this was a pristine valley.



I felt even worse seeing this sign. I fear that the natural state of Coyote Valley has numbered days now.

  

Gerry spent so much time in this bush I think he didn't just water it, he fertilized it.

I remember visiting the statue of San Ignacio at Santa Clara University. He is holding a book and pointing to the text. I remember moving closer to read what he wanted me to see. The words were "the more universal a truth, the more profound." I still think that's a wonderful thought. When I took this picture we were almost to the light rail station. Luckily, we got there before dark.

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