I’m angry and I’m pissed, and I can’t help it. I
was supposed to be in Chicago on the 3rd, hanging with old and new friends,
and now because of monetary issues, I wouldn’t feel good about going. Airline
and hotel- cancelled. Plans with friends- scrapped until further notice. Failure
for at the very least chump change for payments to the Bank of Flavors have
failed to yield
enough any money to use on the trip. And then, on top
of it, my front right tire gets creamed, demolished, shredded on the way to
Goodyear, so after 4 hours of fun, I had to 1) work with people to get the
spare put on; 2) purchase another tire; and 3) make up for the time I spent
there. Must. Think. Happy. Thoughts.
I am so over it. No, I’m not. I’ve gotta move on. July will turn itself into a miraculous month. I can feel it……
I’m wondering if I should blog about the more interesting, the more worldly
things that ramble through as the days roll by while I’m at work, or in my
car, or laying in the bed. I wonder if I’m really feeling the sociopolitical
landscape here and the earthquakes that rumble precariously throughout the
But then, I must not care that much because obviously I’m not blogging about
In the Lorraine Hansberry
Theatre around 1990/1991, I went to watch a theatre production
Riggs, his close friends, and compatriots. I’m surrounded
by them all, and in listening to their opinions about the film we watched,
the room suddenly got silent as he looked over at me and addressed me.
"ej, why aren’t you saying anything?"
"Well, I’m usually quiet. I don’t think anything I would say would be astounding."
"Why don’t you just say it anyway. Don’t you have an opinion?"
As I think about that, I smile. I still need to repeat it to myself from day
to day….some of what I think I say is probably not a big deal to anyone but
But it’s still a big deal.