dang, the north wind came and we could not be there so i have to return to yesterday today. i met jean and mentioned greenwald and she was mute and blank and i do not really know her mind so i said you know snowden and she got the squinty look i don't go that way though she seems to be about civil justice for poor black youth it appears she must have the parameters of the system she acknowledges is sick and corrupt but like the democrats say it's all we've got. i say those guys are are the heros of the era and it's sad that snowden has been buried in the invisible detritus of the american consciousness. i have to remember what greenwald said about connections and interactions, the daily sharing of stories and feelings and yearning for freedom being potent and spreading. 
a watched society watches, a repressive society represses, it changes behavior, it makes people fear dogs and will attack them for being friendly, and they will attack mothers of babies going naked. yet something else, freedom i guess, is always growing underground, underfoot, you feel it in your soles, drink it from the earth with your feet, freedom is rhizomatic, freedom is irrepressible, a watched society is conformist, obedient, subdued, controlled. but something in us will always be feral, anarchistic, creative and free.