[Just keep scrolling down for all the latest EZLN translations…and for the usual assortment of parlour games]
Yes, I know, I shouldn’t be here.
I should be in Word, stay in Word and not stray from Word until every single word is duly done.
But once again it’s Friday night, it’s August and a fair part of body and soul wish to be elsewhere. Someplace where Duty, Work and Word would never dare tread.
A simple place, where city lights don’t hide the stars, where good wine can be had for tuppence a litre and where someone else picks the raspberries for breakfast.
Any suggestions would be most appreciated and well rewarded.
But for the moment, I’d like to guide you through the waters below.
The last post was one of 2 letters from Marcos responding to Letters to the Editor in La Jornada this week. You’ll have the other one tomorrow.
Below that is the first of two parts of a transcription from last weekend’s meeting with political organizations of the left. It’s very, very long.
But, if you keep scrolling southward, you will soon find an amusing communiqué from Marcos which must be read in tandem with the photo below it.
All in addition, of course, to the usual bits and pieces of parlour frippery.
And, mad with need to up the silly summer ante, I’m also working on our next alt edition of Hola [People, Hello, whatever], knowing that you know by now we’re not allowed the serious without the non.
At least here we're not.