'You Can Be Active with the Activists,

Or sleep in with the sleepers, While you're waiting for the great leap forward.' In this photo I look like I'm rather more than simply one of Mr. Bragg's activists in the song; I look like I'm just waiting for the brass section and the Red Lanterns Shining to show up so I can orchestrate the revolution myself.

(Through my nostrils, apparently, but that's neither here nor there.)




Yes, this was taken on that one sunny day we had that one time. That was great. There was, like, sun. It was, like, out.

Anyway, I like this photo because it looks like I'm leading some or other great march forward into what is clearly a socialist future. It's very stirring. If it were a conservative future I would have been shot head on, be seated with my ankles crossed above some sensible-but-discernible heels, and have an A-line skirt, some 'nude'-tinted hose with reinforced toes, and a couple well-behaved children at my bosom reading along with me the noble deeds of our noble forefathers or, when 'conservative' meant something rather different than it does now, perhaps pointing out the titillating bits in the Constitution. Certainly there would be no mention of public transportation in the background.