when we saw sunny his mom said is that chiara? then, by the swamp, along comes chiara, and sara. three goldens and their devotees meeting, what are the chances? good! 

we went to try the water but it was curling and crashing and we were afraid for our bodhis. who knows what will come. a fog a wind thunder and rain now light again we don't know perpetual change is all we know.

sara mentions she has to get back to her book and that there's a sanctuary in it threatened by a golf course and we talk about the keep tiger out of our woods (and obomba! i add) and she asks if i did those signs, no but i'd love to add and obomba! anyway life mirrors art mirrors life and the only thing we know is change and we are so devoted to the things that remain that change for the good, like golden bodhisattvas we're so lucky to have. and we say all hope for saving jackson park from the privatizers is not lost: we have mister epstein who is a fighter and at least as tough as obomba, and though a friedmanian, he hates obomba, so he's our man. all he has to do is fight obomba (and tiger) off and protect our park, which is no small feat, granted, but we think he is smarter than obomba who's arrogance and hubris impedes his thinking, and though maybe not as richly connected he knows the law, and he has the commons, and the people, and the greater good on his side, even if some people think obomba is still a community activist! hahaha. i tell sara we just need somebody who's smarter than obomba but not as evil as trump, somebody who wants to do good even if his motivation is to thwart another friedmanian capitalist.