So I have been in absentia while I try and figure out a way to shore up my finances so I can go to Uruguay — it’s a constant battle — and watch the world fall apart from my bird’s nest/submarine.  (However you’d like to view it…  It makes the most sense if you understand that I am the opposite of claustrophobic — I LOVE small spaces — and that I view my cellphone as my TARDIS into world affairs.  I’ve been watching the political football game with some amusement for awhile but decided to take Da Vinci outside and sing for the past couple of days and reflect.

There are protests being held for a woman named Cindy Gladue.  Cindy Gladue was a sex worker who was found dead in a hotel room from a cut to her vagina.  The man was found innocent.  How? What?!!!????  I don’t understand…