IDLE RICHARD: Dear Marjorie,

Dear Marjorie, or this is what I will be calling what I write over the next two weeks. Never wanting to keep a journal, or diary, and with no real intention of doing so now, I still wanted to write down some things for those who are not able to share or see them with me. The name Marjorie stands for something, nothing, and everything.

Without explaining more than the fact that this place seems even less of "home" than usual, I went out on a ridiculous walk which seemingly knew no end, miles upon miles- more miles than the ordinary walk that we take to avoid work (among other things).

I had plenty of thoughts today, and plenty of time in which to entertain other ones. Why, I even used my handy cell phone to write a line of poetry- which is something that Other Half somehow tricked me into going back into the other day when looking at a poetry book (of Tomas Transtromer) in the bookstore.

For those who'd like to know what that line was, it reads, "days are not days as they storm by-"

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Looking for the ever elusive set of perfect gloves, I decided to stroll down to the so-called financial district. From the windows of Brooks Brothers, one of the places that I ventured in to in order to locate said gloves (and failing), I was able to see for the first time the crowd that made up the so-called "Occupy Wall Street". Taking a detour to see what was going on, snooping as ever, I walked in to the masses and around the area- and what I saw was surely not democracy at work or the people taking a stand. It looked more like a bums' hangout- and, believe you me, even the most liberal of liberals would question why some people are there- I was there just in time to see them hand out free lunch, so it looked every bit like a moochers' special. Imagine a mix of the old days of the Bowery, St. Marks' punk kids, left over hippies from the 60s still baked from that era, and the modern day liberal arts college grad and you have your group of Occupiers (or, whatever they are called).

There were a few news crews, or perhaps documentarians (those vultures after a story), trying to get some good copy. Again, from what I saw, they would have to dig deep to find anything of value.

I am not questioning what the general purpose of it is- being against the System and its various manifestations, but in terms of specifics, there is surely much to be desired. These characters, assembled here like a liberal arts college spring day festival (trust me, I wasted my bachelor degree years in one of them), I am almost positive haven't a damn clue what's up. If they had some feasible options for change besides holding up some cheaply made signs and writing a hilarious manifesto that seems to be blanket every single gripe on planet earth, then surely the powers that be (those seen and unseen) would have stopped them literally dead in their path long ago.

Let's see how long it will last. If it can outlast the winter, surely it is because the majority of them are most likely homeless bums anyway, and will be offering tips to the others for survival. It's the least they can do for this safe and free ride, all in the twisted name of democracy.