Tuesday, May 31, 2005

1,2,3,4

Things that I like:

One o' my best girls getting engaged. Hee hee hee, it's fabulous.

Two person hammock now swinging slightly in our backyard. Santa Barbara just got a lot more idylic.

Three day weekend with Mary and Aaron. I like when my friends from LA come to visit (Cough, cough, David and Adriana.)

Four historical female writers inspiring actors in ABQ to come out of the woodwork. Brandy tells me that our auditions went well. People showed up with prepared pieces written by some of the characters, even. It's a nice thing to hear that it will be hard to cast, because there are too few roles for all of the talent that has surfaced. Excitement!

I can also think of four things that I don't like, of course, but what would be the point in even bringing those things up? Everything is so fleeting, only the good is worth wringing the juice from.

Tuesday, May 24, 2005

Torrey, Utah

There's nothing quite like speeding through the desert for so long that you think there is nothing in the world but knotty wood formations that can't decide whether they are trees or whether they are cactus, and they bend to the ground in shame because of it. These endless armies of twisted forms then give way to red rocks and mountains whose geological layers have been forced nearly vertical in grand ancient movements, showing you every stripe of their history, naked and violent.

Nothing can be small in this sort of landscape. Even a tiny town creates sweeping dramas from tiny events, or maybe its that with so little to happen, every thing that does is rendered all the more dramatic. We stayed in a town where our relatively small gathering outnumbered the townspeople, and within one night we seemed to know all that had happened there for the last ten years.

The locals told me of a secret cove, where spirits of the Anasazi and other tribes still roam. Petroglyphs and wandering souls scattershot throughout the valleys. The ghost of an Indian woman and her baby in the place where we stayed. Had I lived there before, I wouldn't want to go anywhere else either. These frontier folk and native people worked too hard to give up what they found and brought to fruit in these unforgiving landscapes.

A dream I'd had many years ago came back to me, in which I picked abook from a shelf and as I read it the text constantly changed. The only word that would stand still was "Zion." Someone from our group told me that I should have a look at the nearby park, also called Zion. When I asked him to describe it, he said, "We don't have words for things like that."

I later spoke with a local man who told me he did not believe in god, because no loving god would have taken his wife from him last year. Deep in his cups, he told me of AA meetings where they instruct you to find your higher power, and that an inordinate amount of people found their higher power within an object- most usually a couch. For him, though- it was the trees.

"Aspen, ponderosa, oak, birch and pine. That's what I believe in. That is all that I believe."

Wednesday, May 18, 2005

Sour Kraut

Suddenly, every single solitary piece of spam I get is in German. For the last week or so. Is anyone else experiencing this?

Sunday, May 08, 2005

Sabado gigante

B-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-ah-ha-ha-hayyyyyyyyyyyyyyiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!!!!

What a week and weekending it has been! And a year ending, too, as Sam and I have been married for one glorious year as of today.

On Thursday, my sister let us know she and her husband Juan had decided last-minute to go out to SoCal for a family wedding, and wanted to know if we were close enough to visit, or to take a trip down. So we took a trip down yesterday to Pico Rivera and came back today. I expected to hang out with my sis and her hubby for a few hours in the evening perhaps, after his niece's wedding, which was at noon. The family generously invited us to the whole shebang, but the ceremony was a bit early for us, and we figured the recepton would be around 2, so we might go to that. Well, the wedding and pictures lasted until 3:30, and the reception didn't start until 5, it turned out.

Aforementioned recpeption lasted until 3:30 this morning. Can we say Catholic ceremony? Can we say big assed Mexican family? Oh, my. For every adult present, there were literally 6 children. Sam and I stayed at the cheap hotel the reception was at, which I don't think we realized would be quite so close to the Mariachi band and dance floor all night, but we slept eventually. It was a much livelier wedding than I'd seen in a long, long time.

I have to say, the Mexican culture is so much more fun than whatever vestige of Caucasian culture I was granted. (What is Caucasian culture, exactly? Hotdogs and the NRA? Isolationism and Twinkie twin-packs?) This family was created out of three different marriages from a single busy gentleman, and 3 very fertile ladies. I'd say there were 200 people there, and that was probably about a third of the complete family. Half the family were law enforcers, and the other half (they joked) were law-breakers. They were warm people, inexhaustible dancers, and although children were everywhere, the children were actually incredibly well behaved. It did not matter to them one whit where the reception was held, or who got how drunk, or how much money there was to spend on it. They just loved each other, and weren't afraid to show it.

One of the young men there had just gotten back from Iraq, and I got to see the Purple Heart he was awarded. 19 years old, I think. The family was proud of him and it was clearly something that elevated his status. I've never been around military families, so this was really striking. The whole experience was eye-opening, and expanding, and being able to hang out with my sister for 9 hours was fantastic.

Much better even than the standing ovation at the opening night at my theatre on Friday for the first show that I have fully produced there.

Much more amusing than the family of skunks that I discovered have a burrow in my backyard on Saturday morning. 4 or 5 of them, and my cats happily hanging out with them a few feet away. I have to figure out what to do about that...

Not half as good as Sam and my's decision to actively pursue the NY possibility, though. We decided this weekend that we aren't getting younger, and there's no time like the present to try an experiment to see whether either one of us can stand for/benefit from further education.

And nothing compares to completing the first of many many happy years with my great love.

All in all, a most satisfying weekend.