Cornel West

Oceans of Joy.

Rivers of whimsy.

A Deep pool of funny buisness.

I’ve been climbing for so long and my shoulders are tired, elbows are overburdend and finger sore.

I’m ready for new things, but not with the climbing.

You’d think a Yale man could take apart an argument.

1. Labour should be payed.

2. The Children are Labouring.

3. The Children should be paid.

Who knew all of my theater friends were crypto-right-wing industrialists?

Sore muscles, strange days etc.

I’ve spent a lot of time climbing and building a new computer.

A hint of maddness in the air.

Sunlight in the morning, sunset at noon as Mt Jumbo reaches up and turns off the sun-light.

Lentils and Rice.

A Tomato.

Life.

The Human Era.

Funktionide Part I from eltopo on Vimeo.

Another perfect day in Juneau.