10.23.2025

No Kings Oakland. Signs. Drums. Folks. We march, Al and I, in front of the drum corps. Invisible sonic shielding. Here and there a chant cuts through. You see that sign? You see the dinosaur? Saw the dinosaur. Speeches. Fire and unity under the sun. Protected pelican cruising over the crowd, checking things out. More drums and is that W Kamau Bell over there? Mayor was a Black Panther, knows how to organize, knows how to talk to people around here. Later we meet a guy, rehabilitated felon, works the door in his building, knows everyone in his building. Slamming oysters cuz he has a date.

Local landmarks: Bruce Lee's house. I'm standing right in front of it wondering which one then realize I'm staring at his silhouette mid-flying kick flat against the stucco. Noticeable but I'm expecting something more garish I guess. A statue punching through a stack of bricks, automated and regular like a Dippy Bird. Or the dragon from Enter the Dragon. Just a moment. I'm told there's no dragon in Enter the Dragon. I don't know much about Bruce Lee.

Also the house from Sorry to Bother You, the one with the garage they were sleeping in. I'm told Tessa Thompson doesn't live in that garage or anywhere around here, which sours the deal a little bit but it's still a sturdy house with what looks to be a working garage door. Hell maybe I'll see if they'll let me sleep in there once I have to vacate this place.

And now I'm out of thoughts. Have a lovely week.