"documentaries take a long time"
That's a quote by my friend and film partner, Kat Candler.
It's true. It's also true that it's still frustrating. You want it to be finished, you want completion, the final stroke of the pen, the wave of a baton, but in the world of digital ones and zeroes, things can change, change and change again.
Then there's dogs, kids, neighbors, work, the homeless and all the myriad distractions. Much conspires against any one having a full day of silent, quiet work. Life.
It's a new year and I have been working on resolutions.
1. Practice being patient in traffic. I have been sorely tested on this more than once. Just today a giant green dragon of an SUV pulled right in front of me, no signal, no warning...just a big fat car with bad manners. I made an indecent finger gesture at the driver, a pony tailed, teen. I need more practice.
2. Stop using "gay" as a description. I do this withough thinking..."you know, the tall guy, he's cute, sweet, great hair, gay and..." or, "no, he's the gay guy who works at the.." This is a personal peeve of mine, one I just decided is a peeve and I think it needs to be stopped, at least by me.
Today was homeless day. I volunteered at the center. It was busy, so many needs for advocacy, prescriptions, housing, and food. We were low on sack lunches, so I winged it. I made pb&j and cheese sandwiches with not quite a loaf of bread, tossed on some carrots and some chips and we all ate together. I like it when that happens. It's more of a fellowship, like a club meeting.
Juan didn't make it in. He's about to lose his place with a roommate and has to secure a new place to live. He has MS, and it will be awhile before his SS kicks in. It's already been a year, he expects it to take another one. At one time, he worked, had a house and a 401K, the illness took all that. Now, he waits for disability funding. R. stopped in. He's finally close to getting a house. He has Parkinson's. Not a good thing for someone who lives on the streets. He's a dear soul. Says he loves me with his whole heart. He is so grateful for the tiny bit I did for him, which was simply to be his advocate.
If just a tiny bit of the funds spent on the inauguration went to provide a little low income housing...how different the world would be for so many. 40 million bucks for a coronation, a coronation for someone who has always "had".
J. didn't show, for our interview session, but that's okay. Stuff happens, more happens when you're homeless. Buses are late, people are mean, etc. Je. did show and I planned to shoot him instead, but after waiting for 2 hours, he forgot and left.
Next week I'll try again.
On my way home, I fed the homless cats. Amy, a fluffy tabby was waiting for me. She is the only feral cat I've ever met who loves to be stroked. She asks for it, lifting up her tail so I'll scratch her at the base of her tail. She even purrs. Maybe she used to be someone's cat, maybe she just decided that people are at their best in small doses. I think it's pretty wonderful that she likes people at all. Even a feral cat can be forgiving.
The number of Tsunami victims went up 70K today. Tomorrow we'll have an offical four more years of Bush.
As my grandmother would say, things are always darkest before the dawn. It can only get better.
It's true. It's also true that it's still frustrating. You want it to be finished, you want completion, the final stroke of the pen, the wave of a baton, but in the world of digital ones and zeroes, things can change, change and change again.
Then there's dogs, kids, neighbors, work, the homeless and all the myriad distractions. Much conspires against any one having a full day of silent, quiet work. Life.
It's a new year and I have been working on resolutions.
1. Practice being patient in traffic. I have been sorely tested on this more than once. Just today a giant green dragon of an SUV pulled right in front of me, no signal, no warning...just a big fat car with bad manners. I made an indecent finger gesture at the driver, a pony tailed, teen. I need more practice.
2. Stop using "gay" as a description. I do this withough thinking..."you know, the tall guy, he's cute, sweet, great hair, gay and..." or, "no, he's the gay guy who works at the.." This is a personal peeve of mine, one I just decided is a peeve and I think it needs to be stopped, at least by me.
Today was homeless day. I volunteered at the center. It was busy, so many needs for advocacy, prescriptions, housing, and food. We were low on sack lunches, so I winged it. I made pb&j and cheese sandwiches with not quite a loaf of bread, tossed on some carrots and some chips and we all ate together. I like it when that happens. It's more of a fellowship, like a club meeting.
Juan didn't make it in. He's about to lose his place with a roommate and has to secure a new place to live. He has MS, and it will be awhile before his SS kicks in. It's already been a year, he expects it to take another one. At one time, he worked, had a house and a 401K, the illness took all that. Now, he waits for disability funding. R. stopped in. He's finally close to getting a house. He has Parkinson's. Not a good thing for someone who lives on the streets. He's a dear soul. Says he loves me with his whole heart. He is so grateful for the tiny bit I did for him, which was simply to be his advocate.
If just a tiny bit of the funds spent on the inauguration went to provide a little low income housing...how different the world would be for so many. 40 million bucks for a coronation, a coronation for someone who has always "had".
J. didn't show, for our interview session, but that's okay. Stuff happens, more happens when you're homeless. Buses are late, people are mean, etc. Je. did show and I planned to shoot him instead, but after waiting for 2 hours, he forgot and left.
Next week I'll try again.
On my way home, I fed the homless cats. Amy, a fluffy tabby was waiting for me. She is the only feral cat I've ever met who loves to be stroked. She asks for it, lifting up her tail so I'll scratch her at the base of her tail. She even purrs. Maybe she used to be someone's cat, maybe she just decided that people are at their best in small doses. I think it's pretty wonderful that she likes people at all. Even a feral cat can be forgiving.
The number of Tsunami victims went up 70K today. Tomorrow we'll have an offical four more years of Bush.
As my grandmother would say, things are always darkest before the dawn. It can only get better.
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