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<p><font face="American Uncial">June</font></p>
            <p>            <font face="Monotype Corsiva">June 2</font></p>
    <p><font face="Monotype Corsiva">I thought I'd make some changes in the 
    site. Make it easier to read and access the links.</font></p>
    <p><font face="Monotype Corsiva">Thursday I went to the Hall of Justice 
    to report for jury duty. Monday I'll find out if I'm in a jury. I actually 
    want to be. Two years ago when I was working and going to school I would 
    have been miserable about it but right now it would be interesting. I actually 
    believe in those notions of the justice system in which my participation 
    is a democratic responsibility. The problem is that we are all so busy trying 
    to keep hearth and home together it's difficult to want to participate. 
    And then there are the obvious and glaring problems with the current state 
    of our justice system. </font></p>
            <p>            <font face="Monotype Corsiva">June 4</font></p>
    <p><font face="Monotype Corsiva">OK.. Today I go to court. I'm still not 
    sure if I'm on the case or not but I should know by the end of the day. 
    I'm still having trouble sleeping and I feel a bit beaten by it. I do wake 
    up thinking about needing work and all manner of frantic self analysis ensues. 
    Last night I finally just got up and read for a while. Maybe if I look haggard 
    I won't get&nbsp;picked.  </font></p>
            <p>            <font face="Monotype Corsiva">June 5</font></p>
    <p><font face="Monotype Corsiva">&nbsp;Well, I didn't get picked for jury 
    duty. I didn't even get to be questioned by the DA. I sat in the court room 
    for what felt like a month&nbsp;listening to other people be questioned. 
    The DA, when she noticed people had said they had never experienced violence, 
    would give them a look of disbelief. &quot;You've lived in SF for ten years 
    and you've never been a victim?&quot; And the Public Defender kept looking 
    people in the eye and saying &quot;Are we gonna get a fair trail?&quot; 
    &nbsp;It was obnoxious. By the end of the day I was sitting in the back 
    row making wise cracks. I actually wanted to be on the jury. But just sitting through 
    the jury selection was so annoying. I know the court is a bureaucracy and 
    a system but it is also a bit of a theater. A theater in which lives are 
    changed. So, when the actors suck the play does not seem to go well. </font></p>
            <p>            <font face="Monotype Corsiva">June 6</font></p>
    <p><font face="Monotype Corsiva">&nbsp;I'm going on two weeks of not sleeping 
    well. Some nights are better than others but I wake up at least three times 
    and usually more. And sometimes I just can't go back to sleep. I have a 
    number of things I'm blaming, hormones, worry, that kind of thing. But in 
    the night, laying awake, I am swarmed by those thoughts and feelings that 
    I ignore during the day. I'm starting to fear my bed.</font></p>
            <p>            <font face="Monotype Corsiva">June 7</font></p>
    <p><font face="Monotype Corsiva">&nbsp;I slept a bit better last night. 
    When I don't sleep well I don't get out for my walk or do the other exercise 
    that I have been doing and soon I'm not eating well and there seems to be 
    this dust bunny effect, a gathering up of negative self care reflects. I've 
    always acted out on my body. That use to mean drugs and alcohol. In the 
    past few years the wildest I get is to smoke cigarettes. But I also have 
    to work harder for physical well being. My recovery time is longer. So, 
    then I fell old and get depressed and the dust bunny gathers more dust. 
    Mercury is in retrograde. Nuff said.</font></p>
            <p>            <font face="Monotype Corsiva">June 9</font></p>
    <p><font face="Monotype Corsiva">&nbsp;I didn't make it to the <a href="http://www.igc.org/balkans/wib/" target="_blank">Women 
    In Black </a>&nbsp;demonstration. I was dressed for it but I got caught 
    up in a board of supes hearing about the day labour program in the mission. 
    There was a few hours of testimony both pro and con. It was compelling. 
    One of the issues is the trash and general mess left by the men who wait 
    for jobs. Fortunately someone pointed out that the city might be held responsible 
    for cleaning &nbsp;the streets of&nbsp;the Mission in general. And there 
    were issues of traffic safety. And there were accusations of racism toward 
    the foes of the program. And some people made note of the impact of the 
    global economy. It was very interesting and I couldn't break away. It's 
    arm chair activism, I know, but I couldn't get out the door.</font></p>
    <p><font face="Monotype Corsiva">I'm thinking of going to the <a href="http://www.igc.org/balkans/wib/" target="_blank">Women 
    In Black </a>&nbsp;demonstration today. I am usually reticent to attend 
    public events like this. When I was in high school demonstrations were like 
    the prom. I am too easily depressed by the way people are in public and 
    I get sulky. But the structure of this seems hopeful. Just to stand in silence 
    with other women. To stand for peace. It might shake me out of this depressive 
    self absorbed lethargy.</font></p>
            <p>            <font face="Monotype Corsiva">June 11</font></p>
    <p><font face="Monotype Corsiva">&nbsp;I am reading <i>The Death of Vishnu 
    by <a href="http://www.manilsuri.com" target="_blank">Manil Suri</a>. </i>The 
    site about the book is actually pretty fun. There is a chapter from the 
    book and a glossary of Indian terms used in the book. The links to him talking 
    about himself lead to links that go to his academic web site. He has a PH 
    D in mathematics. And he seems to have a great sense of humor. On one page 
    there are pictures of food that he has cooked. Very cute. I have mixed feelings 
    about the book. I am enjoying it and stayed up late last night reading. 
    The characters are vivid and there is some interesting class observation 
    but in India spiritual principals and awareness of class or caste inure 
    the presence of the poor. So, the main character, Vishnu, is a poor man 
    who is dying and there is a magical realism approach to the portrayal of 
    his inner world as he dies. This is imbedded in stories of the families 
    that live in the apartments around him. It's interesting.</font></p>
            <p>            <font face="Monotype Corsiva">June 12</font></p>
    <p><font face="Monotype Corsiva">&nbsp;Lynne came yesterday and gave me 
    acupuncture and a bit of a massage. I feel great. Able to leap tall buildings 
    in a single bound. I managed to get out for my walk this morning. First 
    time in a while. it takes so little to feel better but it does take something. 
    Some effort. It's a new experience for me. Just walking to work was a built 
    in exercise and I don't have that now. I understand why people give up and 
    stop moving. But even a twenty minute walk makes a huge difference in my 
    sense of well being and my experience of my body.</font></p>
            <p>            <font face="Monotype Corsiva">June 13</font></p>
    <p><font face="Monotype Corsiva">&nbsp;My friend Michael has made a <a href="http://www.members.aol.com/kaulanacat2/jrmh_2aloha.html" target="_blank">web 
    page</a>. I love pages like his. Check out the page with the Disney photos. 
    The whole business of web publishing is interesting. I've been readin old 
    journal pages that I wrote last year. Not web journal but a journal that 
    I was trying to keep. My attempts at journaling are fraught with failure. 
    I start them and then I space out. And I was thinking about what I would 
    and would not publish on line. I think it's great and important that we 
    share our lives. I think it can debunk the whole notion of the star. We 
    spend time looking at photos of famous people and we think they are prettier 
    or smarter or cooler. The web levels the playing field a bit. But when you're 
    publishing you (I) torture yourself with issues of what am I saying, is 
    it interesting, does it have value?</font></p>
            <p>            <font face="Monotype Corsiva">June 14</font></p>
    <p><font face="Monotype Corsiva">&nbsp;I usually hate when people say things 
    like this but this month seems to be screaming by! I'll be in school in 
    two weeks. Today is one of those days when I really don't have anything 
    specific on my mind. So the question arises, why write? &nbsp;</font></p>
    <p><font face="Monotype Corsiva">Yesterday Lucia, Gabe and I went to <a href="http://www.pier39.com" target="_blank">Pier 
    39 </a>. We hung out in the arcade and ate lunch. I kinda hate the way these 
    tourist places are organized. This is how Americans have fun, eat and shop. 
    But we had fun. </font></p>
            <p>            <font face="Monotype Corsiva">June 15</font></p>
    <p><font face="Monotype Corsiva">&nbsp;I wasn't going to write about the 
    Mc Viegh execution. I just didn't want to add to the din. The media focuses 
    on these things and creates a carnival. I try to ignore it. There are many 
    men put to death who have no media coverage. And then yesterday I was listening 
    to a death penalty debate on Democracy Now. It's hard for me to imagine 
    that the death of anyone serves to create &quot;completion&quot;. And Mc 
    Viegh is now a&nbsp;martyr. &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;C reated by the 
    confusing world of bad what-it-is-to-be-a-man metaphors, in service to a 
    throw back revolution, leaving behind a poem as a final world, his death 
    was the exclamation point at the end of a sentence full of expletives. Are 
    the families of the victims served by this? Every time I looked at him I 
    saw him as a seven year old boy.   </font></p>
            <p>            <font face="Monotype Corsiva">June 16</font></p>
    <p><font face="Monotype Corsiva">&nbsp;On Saturday mornings I listen to 
    <a href="http://www.npr.org/programs/wesat/" target="_blank">NPR.</a>(AKA 
    National Purchased Radio). I gather news from a variety of sources. I think 
    I get more news in the first five minutes of <a href="http://www.democracynow.org" target="_blank">Democracy 
    Now</a> than four hours of CNN. And NPR, well it's news with a soft voice. 
    But on Saturday morning I listen to <a href="http://www.npr.org/about/people/bios/ssimon.html" target="_blank">Scott 
    Simon</a> and &nbsp;<a href="http://www.npr.org/about/people/bios/dschorr.html" target="_blank">Daniel 
    S</a>chorr break it down. Today Schorr made a quip about Bush referring 
    to Africa as a nation. We have to edit as Bush speaks.  And it makes me 
    think that he got the support that he did get because of a fear of a national 
    fear of intelligence. Didn't we all laugh that he quipped that a C student 
    could be president. Yeah, if your brother is in charge of a&nbsp;state where 
    the election gets botched.</font></p>
    <p><font face="Monotype Corsiva">Check out this <a href="http://www.npr.org/programs/wesat/features/2001/010616.poem.html" target="_blank">poem</a> 
    by Sonia Sanchez </font></p>
            <p>            <font face="Monotype Corsiva">June 18</font></p>
    <p><font face="Monotype Corsiva">&nbsp;My friend Diane called to tell me 
    that our friend David Benjamin had died and there was a memorial thing happening 
    at a local bar. I can't really handle public gatherings but she went and 
    then came here afterwards. David was the best sommelier I have ever known. 
    I met him at The Stinking Rose. But he was one of those people that I would 
    see walking through North Beach from time to time. He worked at a small 
    restaurant near where I live that I use to go to for dinner from time to 
    time and I ultimately worked there with him. I left that place at about 
    the same time he did, both of us feeling pretty bad about the experience 
    of working there. So, we weren't close but we'd know each other for a few 
    years and I always thought he was the sweetest. And you always imagine you'll 
    see someone again. So, the next glass of Sirrah I drink I'll be toasting 
    this man. </font></p>
            <p>            <font face="Monotype Corsiva">June 20</font></p>
    <p><font face="Monotype Corsiva">&nbsp; I woke up having a dream in which 
    I was cleaning at my parents house and they were criticizing the way I was 
    cleaning and I was screaming that they needed to apologize to me. As I woke 
    up I started thinking about how what ever I did felt like it was not good 
    enough. And I've known that that informs my self esteem but &nbsp;this morning 
    I realized that it also informs my world view. Like I am too often given 
    to a &nbsp;not-good-enough sense of how it's going. And that's not all bad 
    but it contributes to a general crankiness. </font></p>
    <p><font face="Monotype Corsiva">So, I'm 48 today. It doesn't seem like&nbsp;a 
    big deal.  </font></p>
            <p>            <font face="Monotype Corsiva">June 21</font></p>
    <p><font face="Monotype Corsiva">&nbsp; So, after my morning epiphany yesterday 
    morning I relaxed into the day. I got some writing done in the morning. 
    Marilyn took me out to lunch at <a href="http://www.beachchalet.com" target="_blank">The 
    Beach Chalet</a>. The food is mediocre but the view is so great. I remembered 
    being in SF when I was twenty. I would make regular trips to the ocean to 
    just stare at it.   And Jo Ann made me a lovely dinner and CUPCAKES!!  Which 
    I am having for breakfast. The privilege of being a grownup. </font></p>
            <p>            <font face="Monotype Corsiva">June 23</font></p>
    <p><font face="Monotype Corsiva">&nbsp; I rented <i>Angela's Ashes. I was 
    assigned the book for school and after&nbsp;I read it I thought I'd watch 
    the film. I don't compare films and books. It's an apples and oranges comparison. 
    I don't see that many films. What caught my attention was&nbsp;the previews 
    before the film started. There was one in which the president is caught 
    by a snow storm in the Colorado mountains and has to decide wether to use 
    a nuclear weapon against someone who &quot;has the oil.&quot; And another 
    in which a soldier is on trail for firing into a crowd of Arab looking people 
    who also have guns. I'm over simplifying&nbsp;the plots but what struck 
    me was the militarism and anti Arab sentiment in these films. Is the movie 
    industry trying to get us fired&nbsp;up for war? Did Tim Mc Viegh&nbsp;watch 
    films like these?  </i> </font></p>
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            <p>            <font face="Monotype Corsiva">June 25</font></p>
    <p><font face="Monotype Corsiva">&nbsp; I rented <a href="http://www.crouchingtiger.com" target="_blank">C 
    &nbsp;rouching Tiger Hidden Dragon.</a> I liked it so much I watched it 
    twice. It worries me that I was so enthralled by a life long relationship 
    between a man and a woman that is never consummated. I have that love pure 
    and chaise from afar thing a bit too hard wired. I always like stories in 
    which people's lives become entwined and they fail each other, come through 
    for each other and ultimately find their own best destiny revealed in the 
    process. </font></p>
    <p><font face="Monotype Corsiva">Deb and I have strated going to <a href="http://www.themeetinghouse.com" target="_blank">The 
    Meeting House </a>&nbsp;for after church brunch. </font></p>
    <p><font face="Monotype Corsiva">Lately when I watch the Supes I think about 
    fame or more specifically public life. The new board has been described 
    as progressive but many of them seem to play it safe. They seem too aware 
    of &nbsp;the message they are sending. So, then they don't push. They settle 
    on a compromise position and talk about it as a beginning. They&nbsp;set 
    the bar only slightly higher and then talk about what they've done. it's 
    hard not to believe that they're worried about votes. I want them to push. 
    <a href="http://www.ci.sf.ca.us/bdsupvrs/supervisors/daly.htm" target="_blank">C 
    ris Daly</a> is, I think, the youngest and most raw politically.&nbsp;Sometimes 
    he drives me crazy for the opposite reason. He is always pushing. But he 
    does seem like someone with a strong sense of principal who is not aware 
    that he may be damaging himself in terms of votes. My supervisor, <a href="http://www.ci.sf.ca.us/bdsupvrs/supervisors/peskin.htm" target="_blank">Aaron 
    Peskin</a> works really hard and does great things but if the boat owners 
    don't want public money to be used to fund kids going to the marina he votes 
    toward the boat owners. I belive he thinks&nbsp;about it all deeply but 
    he does&nbsp;not seem to want to push. And when he does that it's hard to 
    not see him as aware of votes.   </font></p>
            <p>            <font face="Monotype Corsiva">June 26</font></p>
    <p><font face="Monotype Corsiva">School starts on Saturday. I was assigned 
    a few books to read, one of which is bird by bird &nbsp;by Anne Lamontt. 
    I've been resistant to reading her for no particular reason. At first I 
    was annoyed at reading a book that talks about writing but she is winning 
    me over, slowly. She's pretty&nbsp;fun. She keeps a one inch frame on her 
    desk to remind her that she only needs to write that much at a time. </font></p>
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