Indymedia Rocks!

Neat feature story just gripped me while bikin' today.

Ready?

I almost wish my own local Indymedia wasn't down with
an outage, I'd want to put it up there too.

I'm riding toward our weekly informal Indymedia meeting
at a local coffeeshop and I stop at a light. Despite
the Wisconsin December cold air, I'm on a Giant Yukon
mountain bike I've maintained for about nine years now.
A wonderful bike, but I digress.

"(*%^&^$^%$&%^!!!" shouts someone behind me out his car
window. I have absolutely no idea what he's just said.
Neither do half a dozen schoolgirls from St Joan Antida
who are cutting across the street from my "stage left."

"Huh?" say a few of them together.

I look behind me and there's this guy driving a compact
with his parking brake on (at least I hope) and he's
outside his window from his hips up sitting on the
door where he yells again with a fist high in the air,
"I'm talking to that guy!" Pointing my way.

The girls laugh and smile at me in unison while the guy
yells more demonstratively, loudly and clearly, "Yo man,
Indymedia rocks! Indymedia rocks!!"

I give him a thumbs up, and he drives up ahead of me as
the light turns green.

Pretty wild, eh?

It dawns on me what he's responding to is my bookbag. I
have an off-white daypack that used to have an 8-ball patch
which I seam-rippered right away. I sharpied a giant "I"
with the signal parentheses on it to represent IMC.

You know:

(((i)))

and put the URL to the local http://mke.indymedia.org
underneath the graphic.

How do you like them apples?

No wonder they have to pay Tom Brokaw so much.

No one drives up behind him and yells, "Yo man, NBC
is the shit dude," or anything like that.

hehehehe

marco