leaving on empty
20 minutes from being picked up for the airport.
i leave seattle only slightly filled. i don’t think i’ve ever been this disappointed in a trip to seattle. i’m surrounded by fragmentation and the dismal weather doesn’t help any. and to think i came early so i can hang and reconnect with fam. but maybe i’m just being selfish. the lesson here is clear – never come to seattle during the winter. and never assume people will make time out for you. the rain and gloom is the reason why the suicide rate is so high. i’m thankful for those who did make the time to cross paths. for those who took me in. for breaking veggie bread. for the conversations over lost and 24. for the conversations of burials and rebirth. for those who remembered the dream of a thing called onelove. maybe this is closure. isangmahal will live as a moment that changed me forever. i am thankful for that.
on the other hand, the show & students of rajana society at UW-Seattle was awesome. extremely filling. i met some good guys. props to all whom i shared the stage with. truly blessed. i am also reminded why my work is so important. and how we really do need to work on multiple levels. more about the show later. pictures will come of me jumping at the space needle and posing with rappers!
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never come to seattle during the winter
Really tho.
But yeah, nothing holds forever except a moment- move and change.
anida — im glad we were able to connect on your visit. me, cherry, and her homegirl loved the show. safe journeys to you =) don’t forget to watch 24 tonight!
unfortunately i did not get to make more time to congregate wif you. my students attended however, and they were sprung off of your performance. and one of’em was like: “she look good too!”
ingat.
seattle is beautiful except the winter. i believe last winter had 6 days of sun the entire season. i was there in december for a week visiting my family and didn’t see a single second of sun. it was depressing. i think it gets to people. i’d try to get people to go party (an act of resistance in the absence of sunlight) and they’d actually say stupid crap like, “but it’s raining.”
come to new orleans and i promise i will make out time for you and we can wax philosophical on the metaphysics, substance, philosophy of identity, and existential contrasts between dr. jack shephard vs. john locke vs. thomas hobbes. it will be pure nerdy pop-cultural masturbatory delight.
my lj diatribe on lost: http://kyoppolife.livejournal.com/27008.html