linda?

today was a long, 13-hour day at the homeless shelter. i mostly love my job. some of the people i come in contact with make me wonder why. but it’s still more than just money. actually, i can barely even call it money, so it has to be offering something.
i’ll save the rants as to why the pay is so low for another night and time.

i’ve also been debating what i should do this weekend. yes, valentine’s day. valentine’s day is like christmas. even people who don’t believe in anything related to it, still celebrate and dump buckets of money into the holiday. not quite my style. there’s the uber-protest on the 15th. but protests aren’t my scene precisely. i’d rather find a more hands on approach and just get things done myself. there’s no way to stop an impending war. any protest, any demonstration, is at the mercy of media depiction. i have negative faith in the media. they suck. plain and simple. so while the act of protest might be therapeutic, dependant on my mood, the outcome would most likely be depressing.
this isn’t to say that one shouldn’t protest away. i’m all for it. but my heart bleeds enough the way it is. it’s not as hard or black as i sometimes prefer to pretend.
i wouldn’t even care, except that i know i will have to field questions related to the matter. maybe i’ll just plan to hibernate.

addendum

how i could have forgotten about v-day, i don't know. not v-day valentine's day. i just went over all that. but v-day as in pro-vagina/anti-violence day. i had been thinking about going to see the vagina monologues, but then i thought it wasn't going to be possible, and resigned myself against it.
now, i seem to be in luck and can hop the train down to columbia or elsewhere if i so desire. that is, if i can still get tickets.
and, ok, monologues isn't the greatest piece of writing in the world.
and it's still a very white view of feminism.
and i hate settling, but This is something i've deemed worthy of settling for.
and i'll be doing it for the cause.