Those things I did and you probably didn't

Roughly in chronological order:

I attended my first anti-war demonstration in utero (well, probably a lot of people did that: but my demonstration was against the Korean War).

I drew portraits of Mike Seeger and JOhn Cohen and thought they were brothers.

I wore a peace button when it was called a nuclear disarmament button and hardly anybody knew what it was.

I worked on an archaeological dig on Brooks Island -- and also played childhood games on the shellmounds there (on the same visits). I also worked on an archaeological dig at Bodega Head when The Birds was being filmed there -- passed by the birds in question, waiting their turn in huge cages. (I'm counting these as 1)

I made origami Christmas tree ornaments for Jay deFeo.

I learned origami and string figures (which I can't do, sadly), and the existence of the 6th,7th,8th,9th and 10th "Books of Moses" from Harry Smith.

I dated the son of a Nicaraguan revolutionary (well, would-be: every time he went home they'd confiscate his insulin and he'd have to come back to the US).

I pulled a juggernaut.

I was in the San Francisco apartment used by Samuel Delany and Marilyn Hacker in about 1969 -- for reasons that had nothing to do with either of them.

I got arrested at an anti-nuclear demonstration the same day as my father and my niece, for a three-generation show.

I gave birth to children eight years apart to the exact day -- and it was the first one that was the cesarean (the second one was not even induced).

I watched a raven eat an elephant seal placenta.



All but the last three happened before I was 18. I'm not that exciting really.

just some writing notes just for me (782 words)

I should go back and give more of the bureaucrats,including my guy Pablo, those Soviet-style badges and ribbons. They're cool, and they allow yet another place for visual reinforcement of the attitudes of the people in the postwar Metaregion.

Not much writing today. I think I'm getting better, but I thought that before. Anyway whatever bug this is that's got me seems to have cured my insomnia, at least temporarily.

It was sunny and windy and beautiful this morning and I sacrificed it because I thought I'd rather write. And then I futzed around all day. Fooey. I don't know, maybe it was because I was expecting my friend Elizabeth to come over and take up my day with me helping her with her web thing.

I'm stopping because I've finally got somewhere and I know what to write next so I can have a better day tomorrow. Also the nice fellow is home and thumping around.