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<p><font face="Algerian">April</font></p>
                <p><font color="black">April 2, 2001</font></p>
            <font color="#6600cc" face="Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif">&nbsp;</font><font color="black" face="Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif">&quot;</font><font color="black" face="Arial Narrow,Arial">If 
            you get to it and you can't do it, well, there you jolly well are 
            aren't you?<small>&quot;<br>
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            Buckley<br>
</small></font>                <p><font color="black">I didn't sleep well all last week and 
                then sprang forward Saturday night and lost that hour. So, despite 
                the fact that I went to bed early last night,  it was difficult 
                to get out of bed this morning. I began the usual pounding on 
                myself about waking up and then I decided to accept how I was 
                feeling. Imagine that. It's not as if I woke up that late. As 
                I write this sentence it's 8:17. The problem is that if I don't 
                get out of the house to do my walk before the middle school 
                kids start arriving for school I don't go on my walk. Apparently 
                I am still stinging from my own middle school experience because 
                they make me nervous. I like the walk because it gets me out 
                of the house and I live in such a beautiful city. It helps me 
                to remember that. And I need the exercise. I feel better in 
                my&nbsp;body when I do the walk. I have a Cardio Glide. It's 
                serves as a place to hang the odd piece of clothing. I intend 
                to use it as soon as I finish this writing. Being unemployed 
                can be nerve wracking. I'm great at being a worker ant. I show 
                up and do my job. Not having that structure makes me nervous. 
                I am having to develop the way I spend my day. Once, in an imaginative 
                exercise on how I'd like to spend my day I thought I wanted 
                to spend the morning eating my breakfast and writing. Having 
                the site gives me a reason to write and keeps my brain working 
                to think about what I am going to write. It's all kooky because 
                I&nbsp;feel the need to be interesting and profound and political 
                and .... it can be paralyzing. And then there is the awareness 
                of who is reading. I know a few friends are reading because 
                they tell me they are. So the site becomes an e-mail to them. 
                But it has stirred up all these thoughts about what it is to 
                be a writer and/ or someone who is read. What do I have to put 
                on a page that might be enjoyable or informative or worth the 
                few minutes that it takes anyone&nbsp;to read. Since I am given 
                to analyzing my experience, often times into minute and ridiculous 
                detail, having a web page has kept me busy.      </font></p>
                <p>April 3, 2001</p>
                <p>I continued to think about yesterday's 
                entry and the curious notions of what is public and what is 
                private. The first on line journal that I read was <a href="http://www.willa.com" target="_blank">Willa's</a> and 
                I was facinated and a bit worried that she was writing about 
                her life on the world wide web! There are times when she writes 
                about what she bought at the drug store and times she writes 
                about computer issues. I really did have thoughts about what 
                people would think about her site. But I kept going back. I 
                found it comforting to read about Willa's life. It was a tonic 
                to what the popular media calls reality TV. A network puts a 
                few people in an extreme living environment and then watches 
                how they react. But the fact that they will be watched has play 
                in how they react. No where near as many people will read Willa's 
                journal (and fewer will read mine) but reading a tale of Willa, 
                waiting for the cable man, reminds me of what many of us have 
                in common. The chop wood - carry water parts of life. She will 
                wax philosophical sometimes and that's also great. She has no 
                cultural seal of expert. Her musings are accessible and familiar. 
                Now as I approach this task every day I have to fend off the 
                urge to be writerly, the fear of being boring, the dread of 
                being disapproved. It's all quite inflated when you understand 
                how the world wide web works. Any site is public to anyone with 
                a computer but may never be viewed. A friend asked me how many 
                hits I had gotten. What a concept! I can hazard the guess that 
                I may have gotten about eight hits, all by people who hold me 
                in some degree of affection. The fact that anyone reads this 
                has play in what I write and how I write but the effort has 
                to be toward something that resembles authenticity. And, perhaps, 
                an efforted authenticity is oximoronic.</p>
                <p>April 4, 2001</p>
                <p>I have the terrible habit of leaving 
                the TV on for noise. Generally, it'll be on a news station. 
                I try not to do this too often since I don't think mainstream 
                news is trustworthy and these days I think it may be toxic. 
                I heard something from a news cast yesterday saying that the 
                Miami Herald says that Bush would have won. I guess this is 
                news relative to some recount or something, frankly, I wasn't 
                paying that much attention. It's ridiculous that we're still 
                hearing about this. I will never believe that Bush would have 
                won. There were too many discrepancies and problems. And his 
                presidency was achieved in this one state. He did not win in 
                the popular vote. He does not have a mandate. It's all ridiculous. 
                But what I kept thinking about was how many little things come 
                out of the mouths of news people that have play in how so many 
                people perceive their reality. It seems as if I and too many 
                of my friends are having trouble right now, specifically in 
                terms of finding jobs. Spirits are low. Life seems uncertain. 
                Some of this is just a normal reaction to difficulty but how 
                much of it, I wonder, is fed by a background noise of lies. 
                I kept thinking about that little pro Bush comment yesterday 
                was interestingly timed considering that we are in this stand 
                off with China. Could it be that the media might think we need 
                to accept this president select? Despite the fact that he's 
                gone back on campaign promises. Despite the fact that he can 
                barely make a public comment given his limited vocabulary. Despite 
                the fact that even with Florida he did not win the majority 
                vote. But we need to accept him if he's going to take this stand 
                against China. Why else would news of the Florida recount be&nbsp;considered 
                worthy at this late date? </p>
                <p>April 5,2001</p>
                <p>The little background news blip that 
                I heard on Tuesday became a full blown news festival yesterday 
                with all the coverage focusing on the Miami Herald report. The 
                Hearld report talks about the various methods of chad counting, 
                or not counting, which would have yielded a wildly variant numbered 
                win for Bush. In <a href="http://www.salon.com" target="_blank">Salon.com 
                </a> there is a great article by 
                Jake Tapper titled: And The Winner Was? I tried to link to it, 
                unsuccessfully. Trapper writes that &quot; More favorable to 
                Gore, however, was the Herald's reexamination of all &nbsp;the 
                undervotes statewide, including what can only be called a re-re-examination 
                of those from Broward, Palm Beach, Volusia and Miami-Dade. In 
                this review, which went above and beyond what the Florida Supreme 
                Court ordered, a loose standard would have given Gore a victory 
                of 393 votes.&quot; &nbsp;Funnier yet is an article there today 
                in which an agency reports that Buchanan would have won. When 
                they weren't talking about this Miami Herald thing yesterday 
                they were talking about going in and getting our boys out of 
                China. I know it seems as if I might be waxing conspiracy theorist 
                but it all seems orchestrated. Suzanne says that having Bush 
                as President is like being kids in a car, Dad's driving and 
                he's drunk. She says Colin Powell is like mom, grabbing the 
                wheel just when things are about to swerve out of control. </p>
<p>April 6,2001</p>
                <p>I had dinner at Da Flora with Caitlen 
                last night. This morning all the blood is still in my belly 
                happily digesting. My brain is fuzzy. The food was perfect. 
                We shared the sweet potato gnocchi and a smoked trout appetizer. 
                I had roasted pork and white beans. We drank a bottle of wine. 
                Flora and Marybeth made us feel quite at home and cared&nbsp;for 
                including bringing us a plum tart and some port. We had a wonderful 
                conversation including our concerns about getting in to grad 
                school. She is decades younger than I but we share this transitional 
                story line.  This morning I'm trying to think of something to 
                write. It's been an hour of trying. Oh, well.  </p>
            &quot;<i>Whenever 
            I watch TV and see those poor starving kids all over the world, 
            I can't help but cry. I mean I'd love to be skinny like that &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;but 
            not with all those flies and death and stuff.&quot; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;-Maria 
            Care</i>y                                <p>April 7,2001</p>
                <p>All my dreams last night had an apolcolyptic 
                quality. Lot's of tribal imagry. It was as if I hadn't been 
                watching enough TV lately and my dreaming mind was making up 
                for the lack of kookiness. </p>
                <p>Since last week's debate on Jazz and 
                race I have been thinking about my own skin color and its function 
                in my identity. There is an
image of a white child who, seeing a black person for the first time, rubs a
hand on black skin and checks to see if the blackness has rubbed off and on to
them. Why don�t they imagine that their whiteness will rub off? Perhaps it is
because their skin, the color of their skin is never questioned relative to
identity. Their skin is just skin. This may only be true in liberal circles. In
racist circles the whiteness of the child�s skin is pointed out to them at a
very early age. But noticing
difference does nothing intrinsically and it not automatically measured
vertically. It�s all the things that happen after one notes difference that
establish how that difference is measured. I am most aware of this when very
young children notice that I am fat. It is a moment of clear perception and
acknowledgement. If I affirm their perception it becomes another adjective. Too
often a parent will rush to tell the child that saying that I am fat is very
wrong, despite the obvious truth.<span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-fareast-font-family:
"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:EN-US;
mso-bidi-language:AR-SA'>The larger social climate and historical event horizon
taught me to think about race and other forms of cultural or social divisions
but my own skin color was never the topic of critical thinking.<span
style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span></p>
<p>April 9,2001</p>
                <p>Amy Goodman was on Washington Journal 
                yesterday. She held forth against a fellow whose name I didn't 
                bother to remember. They covered&nbsp;a variety of topics. He 
                talked about China's expansionism. Of course I want China out 
                of Tibet and I imagine people in Taiwan are more worried about 
                the current US/China standoff than anyone here. But hearing 
                those ideas brought back memories of the domino theory. And 
                this fellow kept referring to COMMUNIST China and their propaganda 
                as opposed to our free press. That must have been particularly 
                ironic for Amy who goes to do her award winning news show every 
                day in a climate of fear and intimidation. But Amy used the 
                forum to make points about the military industrial deal with 
                the devil, Chinese economic dependence on Wallmart and other 
                US corporations&nbsp;and she made a pitch for Lori 
                Berenson. She was dignified, 
                articulate and informed. Washington journal is a call in show 
                and that can be a little scary. Before Amy was on there had 
                been a caller who suggested a boycott of Chinese food. Ironic 
                to the point of being cliche was the moment when the moderator 
                asked Amy and &quot;the guy&quot; who their favorite authors 
                were and &quot;the guy&quot; mentioned Evelyn Waugh and F Scott 
                Fitzgerald. Amy spoke about her interview with Alice Walker 
                and&nbsp;mentioned Elisabeth Allende.     </p>
            &quot;<i>In 
            the zone of perdition where my youth went as if to complete its 
            education, one would have said that the portents of an imminent 
            collapse of the whole edifice of civilization had made an appointment.&quot; 
            &nbsp;&nbsp;-- Guy Debord</i>                                <p>April 10,2001</p>
                <p>The board of supervisors in SF is &nbsp;considering 
                the city attorney's request to make changes in the current business 
                tax system. Last year a trail court held that the current tax 
                system might be unconstitutional. A crowd of impassioned citizens 
                filled city hall last night to beg them to vote against what 
                is perceived as a concession to the massive and dominate corporate 
                culture. At one point supervisor Tony Hall said that no one 
                ever said that justice was fair. Well, actually someone did, 
                Daniel Webster. Hall is, perhaps, confusing justice and things 
                that happen in our courts. But our courts are only as good as 
                the people operating in them. It will take a certain amount 
                of courage for our supervisors to resist what the city attorney 
                is asking them to do.</p>
                <p>April 11,2001</p>
                <p>I heard Suzan Sontag in &quot;a conversation&quot; 
                with Orville Schell. What was spectacular about her was her 
                refusal to be spectacular. Schell kept asking her ridiculous 
                questions designed to evoke a sound byte and she answered practically 
                all of them with I can't answer that. In fact at first I thought 
                we might be up for an evening of her saying nothing and taking 
                quite &nbsp;a long time to not say it. But after a while I realized 
                that she was refusing to be &quot;an expert&quot; just because 
                she's published and in doing that she was modeling a way in 
                which we might talk if we weren't trying to be clever. It might 
                have been more dynamic if Schell could have more than one approach 
                in his line of questioning. He wanted her to talk about all 
                the anti war things she'd been involved with in the sixties 
                and she talked about all the civil rights thing she had not 
                been involved with in the fifties. He wanted her to name people 
                that were her heroes and she said the people that were her heroes 
                were not famous. She was inadvertently talking about the way 
                in which private opinion and public opinion may need to be separated. 
                She may have an opinion about China and the spy plane but she 
                would not want to use her celebrity to give it public voice 
                since she is not an expert on China or spy planes. It was interesting 
                to be listening to someone who was  more or less saying I may 
                not be interesting. That became what was interesting. It is 
                a current fascination for me since I do this goofy little public 
                pontification that is only actually read by one or two people. 
                It's interesting because of how it changes what I say and how 
                I say it. I'm not sure I know how it does but I know that I 
                edit and rewrite and fuss. </p>
<p>April 13,2001</p>
<p>My back went out. I didn't do anything. 
                It's shocking to me that I still respond to negative physical 
                events in body with the thought that this wouldn't be happening 
                if I wasn't fat. It an quieter voice these days but it's still 
                in the mix. When I go to the chiropractic office there are all 
                physical types. If being fat were the single causation that 
                wouldn't be true. I injured my back lifting a box incorrectly 
                once and it has been sensitive ever since. My knee, which has 
                been going out since I was a kid, went out yesterday during 
                my walk and that may have been when my back went out but I didn't 
                notice until later. The bummer about this is that my friend 
                Jane is visiting from Oregon and I'm doing the cooking for Easter 
                brunch. And my chiropractor is on vacation. So I've made and 
                appointment with her partner. I have my magnets on and I've 
                been ice-ing and using the heating pad and rubbing on arnica 
                and every other trick I have up my sleeve. Pain is the great 
                leveler. It hurts too much to sit&nbsp;at the computer and write 
                so I won't go into a long dissertation about the current police 
                state in Ohio.    </p>
            <i>&quot;The 
            best laws cannot make a constitution work in spite of morals; morals 
            can turn the worst laws to advantage.&quot; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; 
            -</i>Alexis de Tocqueville<i> 
            </i>                                                <p></p>
                <p>April 14,2001</p>
                <p>My back is still sore and feels as if 
                it could be excruciating as a result of  any false move. My 
                chiro will be back on Monday so I'll be fine. For now I'm just 
                slathering my self with arnica. Yesterday I learned that I was 
                accepted into the MFA program At <a href="http://www.usfca.edu/online/">U</a><a href="http://www.usfca.edu/online/" target="_blank">SF.</a> 
                I'm oddly giddy about it all. And tomorrow is the resurrection. 
                I  like how all these pagan holiday's&nbsp;were morfed into 
                Christian holidays. <a href="http://www.kpfa.org/1pro_bio/1b_visio.htm" target="_blank">Caroline 
                Casey  </a> was talking about Friday 
                the thirteenth. I may not remember it exactly but it had to 
                do with Friday being the day for Venus and thirteen being a 
                day to procreate in some ancient tradition. She was saying that 
                it was a day to make love all day. Somehow that got turned into 
                unluckiness. Go figure. I'm figuring that I'll just decide that 
                it is a beginning and that I am coming out of this tomb in which 
                I've been.</p>
                <p>April 16,2001</p>
                <p>I occasioning find myself in the company 
                of a few people, maybe in a class or in a social situation and 
                someone will say that someone else, usually a famous person, 
                has gained weight. I'm always dumbstruck. I wonder what the 
                comment means. I wonder what that meaning is meant&nbsp;to imply 
                to me since I am sitting there. It's just another example of&nbsp;an 
                unconscious and internalized ism. Fatism. And usually they are 
                &quot;nice people&quot;. It would not occur to them that they 
                are making uninformed or misinformed assumptions about a group 
                of people. It would not occur to them that I am one of those 
                people. I am a fat person. It's dangerous to remain silent when 
                such thinking is expressed but allowing it to go unchallenged 
                is more dangerous. From Texas, home of&nbsp;so many things that 
                seem to be making me miserable these days, comes proposed <a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A57642-2001Apr8.html" target="_blank">legislation</a> 
                that would grant tax breaks to the thin. It would be possible 
                to get some of the tax break if you were fat. For example I have fat friends who have low or 
                &quot;normal&quot; blood pressure. They could get the same tax 
                break for which a thin person would be eligible. And if  they don't smoke they could get more of the tax break. But 
                it is an example of how a kind of person can be privileged. 
                
                Such is the nature of ism thinking. There is this obtuseness 
                in the thinking. 
                I always want to say it's a fat thing... you wouldn't understand.  
                   The person with this not too bright idea is being considered 
                for the post of surgeon general. Imagine the power he might 
                wield from that position.</p>
                <p>April 17,2001</p>
                <p>When I write here I feel the need to 
                be clear, whatever that means. And I'm not always clear. It's 
                really uncomfortable to doubt out loud. Today I have many thoughts 
                about the events in Cincinnati, the ship full of children bound 
                for slavery and our SF board of supervisors. The supes voted 
                to accept the settlement last night and I am really sad about 
                it. I am also angry but the sadness is speaking louder today. 
                It all becomes overwhelming, mixes with my events in my own 
                personal life and I become kind of pushed in. My impulse is 
                to not write. But I thought that&nbsp;I would write about this 
                dysphoria and my struggle to sort though all the things that 
                are going on in and around me. But there aren't really words. 
                It's as if an event travels into my psyche and bounces like 
                a pin ball though various triggers, personal, political and 
                spiritual. And I am left feeling a bit punch drunk. Sometimes 
                all I can say is .......</p>
                <p>April 18,2001</p>
                <p>Yesterday I was able to listen to most 
                of the <a href="http://www.sfsfw.com/" target="_blank">Mayor's 
                Summit on Women</a>. I was disturbed 
                by the general tone. There was a lot of the kind&nbsp;of  &quot;follow 
                your bliss&quot; stuff that you hear on Oprah. Which I think 
                has value but I also think it can be just another job for a 
                woman. Take care of the kids, clean the house, do the shopping, 
                have a job and follow your bliss. And you can't do all that 
                then it's your failure. And there was very little mention of 
                real issues. There were lot's of mildly randy jokes, references 
                to breast and penis size. All in good humor and yet in keeping 
                with the lack of depth or substance. <a href="http://www.berticeberry.com/" target="_blank">Bertice 
                Berry</a> was fantastic. She has 
                that rare ability to speak from her body, mind and spirit all 
                at once. And she is also funny but it is humor that is also 
                reflective. There was an overwhelming presentation by Hafsat 
                Abiola, a 25 year old human rights and democracy activist from 
                Nigeria. Her father,&nbsp;M.K.O. Abiola, won the Presidential 
                election held in Nigeria in 1993 but served out his term in 
                solitary confinement, incarcerated by the military. He died 
                in prison on the eve of his release. Her mother, Kudirat, was 
                a democracy leader who organized major strikes, and fought unrelentingly 
                against military rule. In 1996 she was assassinated in the streets 
                of Lagos. Continuing in the path forged for her by her parents, 
                Hafsat is the founder and director of the Kudirat Initiative 
                for Democracy (KIND), an organization dedicated to restoring 
                democracy in Nigeria. Ironically, 
                for me, was that one of the most political speakers was <a href="http://www.marianne.com" target="_blank">Marianne 
                Williams.</a> I've liked her in 
                the past. I am given to metaphysical flights but I never heard 
                her be so fierce. </p>
                <p>April 19,2001</p>
                <p>Yesterday I caught a few minutes of 
                <a href="http://www.fatso.com" target="_blank">Marilyn 
                Wann</a> in a debate on MSNBC. I 
                missed most of it but apparently she was debating a doctor on 
                the value of stomach reduction surgery and general heath issues 
                behind fatness. At one point the moderator asked her why she 
                was so fat. It's such a stupid question. No one would ask her 
                why are you short. When people ask me that question I feel as 
                if I need to talk very slowly, as if they may have a learning 
                disability. Ya see, there is this stuff&nbsp;called DNA and 
                we all have it. And I got some genes that mean my body will 
                be fat. But when I was a little girl people didn't know that 
                much about genes. And they tried to get me to be thin. I didn't 
                really have thin genes. But I tried diets. Lots of diets. And 
                they never worked.&nbsp;And, in fact I was always a little fatter 
                after each diet. So now I'm this fat. It's not that hard to 
                understand. Marilyn was tough and handled all his stupid questions 
                in her usual fierce and rebellious manner.&nbsp; MSNBS was pitching 
                a show they had on last night about people who have undergone 
                this extreme and dangerous surgery. It was not a critical examination 
                of the surgery. It was a commercial for it. Fat people lost 
                weight and talked about how much better their lives are now. 
                They all seemed sad to me. Because they never addressed the 
                rage at a culture that tortured them, emotionally, mentally, 
                in their jobs and&nbsp;families. And put them through a painful 
                surgery that robbed them of the joy of food. I was watching 
                one guy exercise in his after surgery zeal and I thought why 
                didn't he just do some of that before instead of the surgery?</p>
                <p>April 20,2001</p>
                <p>A friend recently told me that she was 
                an atheist. I asked her if that meant she believed in nothing 
                or if it meant she did not believe in an individually personal 
                god. She does in fact believe in something. Loosely characterized 
                as energy, the universe, spirit. I've never been more clear 
                that I need my relationship to god and never more clear that 
                I don't know what I mean by that. And so much of my day is spent 
                in trying to feel into and think about what I mean by that. 
                I belive that, as a young girl with no father present, I reparented 
                myself with god. And so god had those qualities of father that 
                I understood. Then I rejected that notion and believed in nothing 
                for a while. and then I began to study Buddhism, Hinduism, Sufiism, 
                and pretty much everything that came along. And then I went 
                through a long period of time in which I knew there was something 
                but it wasn't anything with which I could connect. Now, I just 
                close my eyes and wonder/wander and it feels like connecting. 
                But the word god is like the word love, when you talk about&nbsp;it 
                out loud, everyone thinks they know what you mean. And usually 
                not much of what they think comes close. Especially when you 
                don't know what you mean. I know I want god. It seems like an 
                important acknowledgement of an elemental mystery and an awareness 
                that there are things of which I am part.   </p>
<p>April 21,2001</p>
                <p>I am preoccupied with events in Quebec. 
                Typically, the media focus is on the few protesters that broke 
                down a part of the fence and not the enormous amount of protestors 
                who remained peaceful. It's just a way of trying to 
                convince the public that the protest is not serious. It's only a few extremists. 
                40,000 of them. </p>
                <p>I kept thinking about what I wrote yesterday, 
                especially the phrase I want god. The phrase reflects an externalization 
                and objectification of god. Those are things I'm always ranting 
                about and yet they are present in my thinking and feeling about 
                my relationship with god. Which, I think, reflects a spiritual 
                immaturity. And when I wake up from this kind of thinking and 
                remember that my more clear thought is that I am immersed in 
                god I feel an overwhelming sense of peace. The notion of a relationship 
                lives in dualism. And, sometimes, so do I. </p>
                <p style="line-height:0;">Those who don't 
                feel this Love &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</p>
                <p style="line-height:0;">pulling them 
                like a river,</p>
                <p style="line-height:0;">those who don't 
                drink dawn</p>
                <p style="line-height:0;">like a cup of 
                spring water</p>
                <p style="line-height:0;">or take in sunset 
                like supper,</p>
                <p style="line-height:0;">those who don't 
                want to change, </p>
                <p style="line-height:0;">let them sleep. 
                </p>
                <p style="line-height:0;">This Love is 
                beyond the study of theology,</p>
                <p style="line-height:0;">that old trickery 
                and hypocrisy.</p>
                <p style="line-height:0;">I you want to 
                improve your mind that way, </p>
                <p style="line-height:0;">sleep on. </p>
                <p style="line-height:0;">I've given up 
                on my brain.</p>
                <p style="line-height:0;">I've torn the 
                cloth to shreds</p>
                <p style="line-height:0;">and thrown it 
                away. </p>
                <p style="line-height:0;">If you're not 
                completely naked,</p>
                <p style="line-height:0;">wrap your beautiful 
                robe of words</p>
                <p style="line-height:0;">around you, </p>
                <p style="line-height:0;">and sleep. &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </p>
                <p style="line-height:0;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Rumi</p>
                <p></p>
                <p></p>
            <i>&quot;Groundless 
            hope, like unconditional love, is the only kind worth having.&quot;</i>&nbsp;- 
            John Perry &nbsp;Barlow                                <p>April 23,2001</p>
                <p>I wonder what <a href="http://muse.jhu.edu/demo/new_literary_history/27.1emerson.html#FOOT5" target="_blank">Mikhail 
                Bakhitin </a>would have made of 
                events in Quebec? I think he might have loved the carnival and 
                said - ignore the wall. Maybe even celebrate the wall, decorate 
                it stand close and press your lips against it. I am not a Bakhitin 
                scholar so I can't say. It is my strong desire that the message 
of the anti FTAA activism not get lost in the conversations 
                about the demonstrations. I like how many <a href="http://www.zmag.org/CrisesCurEvts/Globalism/quebecdayone.htm" target="_blank">different 
                approaches</a> to direct action 
                were represented.  I am finding it difficult to articulate how 
                I feel about the extreme manner in which the police handled 
                the confrontations with demonstrators. Report after report from 
                activists say the same thing. It felt like war. It stirs up 
                the kind of fear and rage in me that has no voice. I remember 
                endless conversations in 1968 about whether or not peaceful 
                protest would work. I am always hoping peace will work. &nbsp;It's 
                encouraging to see how many people went there, knowing that 
                there were more people who were not allowed to cross the border. 
                The movement is big.</p>
                <p>April 24,2001</p>
                <p> Last night, on American television, 
                the fat chick got the guy! What a joy! Cameryn Manhiem did a 
                made for TV movie modeled on the Cyrano De Bergerac story. She 
                did a great take off on the moment when Cyrano, having heard 
                someone disparage his nose chastises them for not being more&nbsp;creative 
                with their attack. She used fat but stayed with the form and 
                it was great to see that tip of the hat to the Edmond Rostand 
                play about De Bergerac. And a man, having fallen in love with 
                the thinking of a woman, embraces the package in which that 
                thinking lives. And notices that his own inability to find her 
                beautiful before falling in love with her mind was ... dumb. 
                The character that Cameryn plays says that she can not abide 
                unkindness. Yet when she gets her chance to perform a comedy 
                routine in a big venue, a chance given her by an older comic, 
                she makes jokes about the his age. I don't see the difference 
                between fat jokes and age jokes. So, made for TV movies might 
                not be the place to be totally radical but Cameryn did give 
                the fat chicks a great moment of television. </p>
                <p>When I was a kid my mom had a playbill 
                from the Rostand play and I would read it over and over. I loved 
                Cyrano. In the play, Cyrano does not get the girl. He allows 
                her to believe that the thinking that she loved lived and died 
                in a beautiful body. It does seem difficult for us to believe 
                that love is blind. Even more difficult to believe that fat 
                is beautiful. There is one moment in the movie where Cameryn 
                sees her fat shadow and seems ashamed. I guess I this is a step 
                in a cultural process. </p>
                <p>April 25,2001</p>
                <p>  Monday morning my friend Lynn surprised 
                me when she showed up with her acupuncture kit in tow. She gave 
                me a bit of massage and some needles. My back, as a result, 
                has been feeling quite good. However, I was so tired yesterday 
                I took two naps. When it was time to go to bed I was worried 
                but I went right to sleep and slept hard. I'm always amazed 
                at the way needles work. I feel great. This morning I had no 
                big polemic waiting for me to get to the computer and it's hard 
                for me to write when that's true. Doing the site is a real window 
                into the way in which I feel valuable only when I'm being entertaining 
                or informative. Last night I watched Dark Angel and NYPD Blue. 
                Great fun! I started watching NYPD Blue when Jimmy Smitz was 
                on and I have remained addicted. They did some very interesting 
                things about race and homophobia last night. Dark Angel is just 
                fun. I feel good.</p>
                <p>April 28,2001</p>
                <p>  I didn't write for the last two days. 
                I was not buried in worried e-mail saying, &quot;you're not 
                writing, is everything OK?&quot; So, this is the sound of one 
                hand clapping. My back was bothering me and it was bothering 
                me that my back was bothering me. So, I lay on an ice pack and 
                read <i>A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius </i>by Dave 
                Eggers. I had been resisting the book. I mean do I really want 
                to spend time reading the manic musings of a young white boy 
                from privilege who has no real problems except of course for 
                the death of his parents and raising the brother? But people 
                that I like and whose opinion I respect kept saying it was good 
                and in a book buying frenzy I bought it. And it's good. I am 
                begrudgingly enjoying it. I mean he does things that really 
                annoy me, like refer to his hair as normal, in a comparison 
                to the hair of people of other races or be worried that the 
                skin of the young woman he is going to sleep with might be saggy 
                and have varicose veins. But he is relentlessly aware of the 
                problematic nature of being who he is. He is not apologetic. 
                He is aware and he goes on and on about his awareness. So, he 
                wins me over and he makes me laugh or cry and besides my back 
                hurts so all I want to do is lay on an ice pack and read. And 
                I was in one of my dark depressions that even I find annoying 
                so I try to not share them. I had a few calls and felt better 
                when I was talking. Then the call would end and I'd grab the 
                ice pack and head back to bed. Barbara adjusted me yesterday. 
                My back is sore but it's not out. And today I'm going to hang 
                out with Marilyn&nbsp;and then see Amy Goodman speak tonight. 
                 </p>
                <p>April 30,2001</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
                <p>  I received a rejection letter. I think 
                it may be my first but I may have blocked the memory of others. 
                <i>This American Life </i>just didn't like my SIMS piece. There 
                is this goofy idea that a way to tell if spaghetti is done is 
                to throw it against the wall and if it sticks then it's done. 
                I feel like I've been throwing spaghetti against the wall for 
                years and it's still not done. I'm still not done. It's an obscure 
                metaphor. The same day I got the rejection letter I got an e-mail 
                response from Aaron Peskin, my district supervisor. I had written 
                to him during the days of debate on the business tax settlement. 
                He didn't really speak to what I said in my e-mail, (although, 
                it had been about two weeks and I forget what I said.) And he 
                voted for the settlement so he didn't listen to my plea. I do 
                think it was great that he wrote at all since he must be busy. 
                It was a short thank you kind of a note. It may have been written 
                by an aide or it may have been a form letter. I guess I think 
                that since it took so long he may have written. And somehow 
                receiving a rejection letter and an e-mail that didn't really 
                respond to me dove tailed and I went into this no one wants 
                to hear what I have to say thing. Any conflation of those two 
                things is loopy and I need to knock it off. </p>
            <font face="Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif"><i><span style="font-size:11pt;">&quot;T</span></i></font><i><span style="font-size:11pt;">he 
            world is big. Some people are unable to comprehend that simple fact. 
            They want the world on their own terms, its peoples just like them 
            and their friends, its places like the manicured patch on which 
            they live. But this is a foolish and blind wish. diversity is not 
            an abnormality, but the very reality of our planet.&quot; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;-</span></i><span style="font-size:11pt;">&nbsp;Chinua 
            &nbsp;Achebe</span>
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