[My usual evening reminder: the EZLN and other zapatista translations are still tucked into our Library.]
I should reveal that last night’s gentle chiding – as to what I shall and shall not countenance – prompted a flurry of interesting email. Just for the record: all apologies are accepted, and the poem shall be cherished.
Such an interesting lot, our readers.
In appreciation, I’ve finally managed to fix penguinrocket’s link. Valiantly sourcing the currency of latest events, as well as a delightful read [the wedding pictures, and captions, are treasure – the “c” substances riff had me giggling aloud, truly] and a most marvelously kindred spirit.
This weekend is the last of the Preparation Meetings in the Mexican Southeast for the Other Campaign. My god, they must all be exhausted. And, as a reminder, the Plenary session is to take place on September 16 and 17 with the Joint Statement [the EZLN and civil society plighting troth] being issued, as far as I’m aware, on the 16th.
My god, they are all going to be utterly exhausted.
Such a confluence of events on the 16th. Coincidence, or...something else, she mused breathlessly?
Since I’m in no mood for fact-checking this evening, I shall count on the perspicacity of my readers to correct if I’m wrong on any of these.
An event at Riverside Church, I believe, for/with Hugo Chavez. Did they finally allow him entrance for the UN trip?!
And isn’t that the National Day of Prayer declared by George the Lesser for his latest tens of thousands of civilian victims?
However, I do know for a real fact that it’s the Day of The Grito, of course, but what I’m following with bated breath is whether or not AMLO will indeed show up in LA for said Grito and tête-à-tête with Villaraigosa as planned. First, of course, the Mexican Election Overlords must clear it, and then the North of the Border PRD Overlords.
But not a word on that subject. I have no interest in incurring the wrath of the truly organized and protected [and you may guess as to which of the Overlords I fear most], especially given the number of hit lists embracing my name of late.
Therefore, given the above [yes, I’m trying to do Utterance], and the remarkable cosmic confluence of events, I am declaring the 16 of September of the current year to also be the Day of Our Tea Party. Here, in the Parlour.
I shall provide libations both daring and demure, a traditional array of foodstuffs [from watercress sandwiches to seedcake and my most divine Shrewsbury tarts] and a menu of coincidentally tart topics.
All the above-referenced, in fact.
So do come and play. Ladies are encouraged to wear their most flirtatious floral chiffon frocks. Gentlemen, sigh, are encouraged to show up.