Sleeping into 11:30 makes for lots of dreams. Last night I had a dream that I pushed these long tubes that belonged to MB down a hill and into a river. I had to swim to get them and I brought them up from the depths and the people on the dock wouldn’t cooperate and I ended up having to sing a piggie song naked in compensation for help.
Monthly Archive for July, 2004
I just had a very interesting dream. I was a teacher at a school and I was new. I sat down at 11:30 and I was talking with other teachers and we started talking about race. I started talking about being white and how I think a lot of the achievement gap between white kids and black and brown kids is because teachers don’t connect with black and brown kids and our culture is set up so seperately for white people. As a white person, I am insulated from black culture. I talked about how mixed couples experience racism and how much racism is a part of our culture. I went on and on at this table and everyone was raising their hands because they wanted to join the conversation. I waited for a moment and someone said. “Go on, your not done.” And so I talked about the way teachers do not feel empowered to get to know their students. I talked about my conversation with the teachers from the white school and how they were so disempowered they couldn’t even think of how to reach black kids until I asked them how they reach their low achieving white kids and encouraged them to go the extra distance over race boundaries and do similar things with their black and brown kids, like get to know them personally, connect with what they love, find ways to enjoy their perspective and step out of the white teacher box.
Awaking from this dream I began to daydream about having a job where I could be around teachers who were interested in teaching all students and conciously breaking down the racial barriers. It made me think about doing a job where I am on a racial achievement gap task force.
Party
We just had the red party. We got red lightbulbs and a red tablecloth and we made sangria and people brought red vines and red candy and we had chips and salsa. It was a nice bunch of folks who didn’t know each other. I hope people enjoyed themself.
When I was growing up I felt lost, confused, isolated, lonely, and alienated. In the past few days. I’ve gone through all my stuff in storage and I came upon all my correspondance. It turns out that people liked me. Lots of folks wrote me letters saying how much they loved me and they would love me forever. It’s nice to rewrite history.
I am excited about my job decision and J and I are having a party this saturday. It’s going to be fun. My fishtank table almost bit it. I organized my desk which is a monumental task. Next I organize my shelves. I got a scanner so that I can put little drawings into my website and scan medium format negs. I learned a new song on my guitar for J to sing to. I went to the dentist. I may have mentioned it, but I overcame some hurdles in website building by figuring out how to ftp in dreamweaver. I may have also mentioned that I now have word press up and running, but haven’t moved there yet.
Anybody know of a job that I would like to do? I’m a gun for hire.
I heart boing boing. I really enjoy the news that I get there. I even enjoy the guest blogger who went on an on about how much we live with crime.
I decided to go through the motions of quitting my job. Step one is to go to the dentist. Step two is to talk to the union and learn how to do it officially. Step three is do it. Parrallell to this, I am opening myself up to new work. Work that will make me happy. Work I will enjoy doing. Work that I will look forward too. Actually what is my new priority is working on a team, and with people I like. Ah it feels good.
Well this little journal has had me all in a flurry. It took me forever to figure out how to get it to work and then it took me longer to figure out how to make dreamweaver connect to my domain host. But now it begins and it is exciting.
I just got back from almost two weeks on an island. J and I sat and read. I learned how to spin wool into yarn. We thrifted. We ate a lot. We ate more. We kissed a lot. We walked the beach. We played a lot of scrabble. We watched Ken on jeopardy. I rode the zip line over the pond and let go in the middle- over and over again! I painted a little too. I planned to take dinosaur pics, but got distracted by a good view instead. Daniel and his new boyfriend came up and brought the best cherry pie ever.
In art news, I went to First Thursday, this month, but that was forever ago. I found out that 1506 projects are thinking about doing a video thing which sounds great.
Now we are back in Seattle and somehow amid all of our clutter, there seems to be so much to do which is a little depressing. I am going to maintain a relaxed attitude forever. The cat is happy we are back.
I went and saw the band awesome last night and they were awesome. They are silly, fun, playful, and full of energy. I hung out with Rob, Margaret, and Tina. I want to make some new puppet shows and I need to be writing a puppet show every day.
Puppet show from a dream:
The screen is a silhouette of my head as I sleep. Inside the head is a forest, It is a dark forest with a dark blue sky. Zooming in some more you see my head (as a puppet) in the forest. There is a sound in the forest and my eyes more left. There is another sound and my eyes move right. I begin to more off screen, when wolf’s howls cry through the night and it is if they have put me into a chill. My eyes dart again, this time a little quicker. Then the wolves faces start showing up in the forest around me. They blink their eyes and their panting and growling can be heard. I am not scared anymore, but have an accepting “prey” gaze. A wolf lunges at my stomach and I actually split a bit at the stomach, like there is a crack across my body. The crack begins to glow and the top half of my body begins to tip over and a glowing ball of energy emerges. My body closes up after it. The wolf and I watch it as the glowing ball begins to float away into the sky and out of screen. The wolf and I change from looking at the (now gone) ball of energy and turn our gaze to each other. The camera zooms out to the forest and then to my real silhouette of me sleeping.
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