another week, another post... maybe it's time to rename the blog?

 

naah, too lazy.

 

so, i was productive today: i mailed off the first round of letters for this writers training program i'm trying to do in la. it's a bit of a long shot, but that's cool. the freakiest thing of all about the whole thing is that, theoretically (though probably not) I could get a call next week from someone saying "come down to la" and then i'm gone. what?! i mean, it's probably not going to go down like that, but it could. i said in my letters that i would be able to be down in la the next day for an interview, and after that i'd need only a couple more days to get my shit in order and start working. it sounds strange, and impossible... but its not. i mean, all i'd have to do here would be to quit my job and throw all of my belongings in a suitcase. okay. this is making me kind of freak out a little bit. let's move on.

 

last night i went to see a play with bernie, and one of his friends' family. it was very san francisco, at this place called "the marsh." lots of ex-hippy types. the play was interesting... it was a one-man show, starring this white guy from sf who had gotten a fulbright scholarship to go to nigeria. the entire show is presented as people who are talking to him: a lot of accents/impressions. a lot of oil companies ruining the world, and the united states condoning it. the only thing that didn't sit right was that it was a white guy doing impressions of black nigerians for an audience of white people who all more or less have a concept of what is going on in oil-rich countries at the moment. there was something vaguely... conspiratorial about it, especially when i walked outside and passed a chevron, a shell, a 76.

 

i've been getting an okay amount of work this week. i had three hours on monday, three yesterday, and i have four hours tonight. the one on monday was very strange: it was a latchkey program that's been turned into an all-day thing for the summer. it was in the sunnyside district, which is possibly the foggiest neighborhood in sf. i walked into this rec center and the only other director there (the head director) was handing out a snack of microwave popcorn and yelling at the kids pretty harshly. then, to top it all off, she sticks a video on, and tells the kids to be quiet. it was an impossible situation; i couldn't contradict anything she was doing, because i was just a sub. finally, one of the kids (in the most adorable voice you've ever heard) asked me if they could play outside... i asked the head teacher if they could and she said "well, they just came in from outside, but if they want to go back out, that's fine." later, around 5, i was playing kickball with the kids and she comes out of the building and says "i'm going to pick up my kids, so you can close up." so all of a sudden it was me and 25 kids alone at this place. i mean, that's not outside the parameters of my job, but still. whoa.

 

okay, that'll have to do for now. later, gators.