J and I went to Whidbey this last weekend. It was nice to get away. We mostly just layed around and watched old music videos from the 80s. I decimated a bag of marshmallows.

I went to Dr. Ma today. The acupuncture was intense in my left arm. I need to make more yucky tea and then she gave me some herbal pills to take before eating.

It feels good to be keeping this journal.

Today marks the anniversary of Brown vs. Board of Education. I heard readings of letters sent to the president at the time and they were touching. As a country we are still struggling to give an adequate, inspiring, and meaningful education to our young people.

Today I took my students outside to do the folk dances we’ve been working on, and even though they did a great job inside, they forgot everything when they went outside. I hope they are ready for their performance next week!

I am still daydreaming of having an art gallery. I may have to sign up with soil in the meantime. Check out soilart.org sometime. That would get me into the art business and be fun too. I wish I had signed up earlier. I am going to put together a portfolio this summer with Lyden’s help.

J’s brother wants to make a movie with me that would be a comedy about the way that chanting makes it easier to get into a meditative state and he wants to do it with puppets. I have to admit that it’s crazy, but crazy ideas sometimes work.

Right now, it feels like this journal is important. I get to process things. I wish that I had gotten back to online journaling sooner.

I took pictures of dinosaurs this weekend on the beach. They should be good. diptychs and Triptychs

I am upset with film stop on capitol hill for losing my photos and negs of the farmall tractor lit with candles.
My aunt Lydia has decided to put together a family wisdom book of stories of things that we know as a family. I contributed the following:

I was working as a camera trainee on a film in Prague. A film crew is a hierarchy and I was at the bottom. The shit rolled downhill, and I was in the valley. I kept getting blamed for responsibilities that I didn’t even know I had. I began to resent it till the clapper-loader who kept yelling and getting upset with me for not doing things I didn’t know how to do recommended that the next time I got yelled at, I might just say “I’m sorry, it won’t happen again.” Then, he went on to tell me, don’t let it happen again. It worked. Since then, whenever something goes wrong, I take responsibility for my part, apologize, and make sure it doesn’t happen again.

I am always trying new things and making mistakes and the saying “I’m sorry, it won’t happen again” gives me the freedom to keep making mistakes. I just have to make sure I don’t make the same mistake twice!