|My camera is still broken and they can't get the part. You
could call it junk. In our old apartment, on
top of the kitchen cabinets, we curated a museum of beautiful junk--knick-knacks,
packaging, broken wine glasses, and other trash and treasures we found. When
we moved, we took it down and a lot ended up in the garbage. Good riddance.
Had the earthquake hit it would it have made a difference? Last week
I felt agitated about not having a "real" job. As if to allay my fears, that
same day the latest Yes!
came, an issue about work with a lead story asking, "Who needs it?" Nonetheless,
I spent last Tuesday perusing online classifieds. I scanned 1,210 ads and
applied for 2 jobs. I haven't heard back from them yet. On Friday we went
to Jason Puccinelli's "In Your Face" opening, a fun show but what I noticed
most were Greg
Lundgren's self-publications under the imprint Artists for a Work-Free
America. And reading
Power of Place gets me thinking about the necessity of living in harmony
with the rhythms of the outdoor environment and how indoor work is deadening.
If the earthquake had lasted just 10 more seconds it's possible that I'd
be homeless now and ALL my possessions reduced to junk. What would I have
done then? And then I think, the choice is always there.