Justice for Gwen.

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I read in the paper today that Gwen Araujo's murderers were convicted. Why does justice feel personal? Even when you don't know someone, it eases and lifts up a peice of you to know that the truth prevailed. It makes you feel like a peice of you that was tied down just broke its jesses and flew up shrieking like a hawk.

I was thinking today that a cultures food is a direct representation of it's attitudes towards interpersonal interaction. But that discussion will have to wait, because I have a toothache. Meh.