Mexican Lunch -- Tahitian Music

I get a chance to video myself and 9 of the other usual suspects of Real Change, at a lunch party held at Mama's Mexican down the street. The party is in honor of the man in the blue knit hat, vendor Robert Hansen. We won't be paying him to be a Vendor Rep anymore, so to make nice we're buying him lunch while subjecting him to our company. The others, as the camera sweeps right are reporter Cydney G, vendor and editorial committee member August M, editorial manager Adam H, crack intern Danina G, Director of Ops Craig K, Office Manager and Volunteer Coordinator Brooke K, Glorious Leader Timothy H, and fellow ed committee sweetie Anitra F.

Had it not been for Robert and Cydney making faces at the camera, I was planning to call this "Still Life With Mexican Food Eaters." Then, when they all left while I insisted on finishing without asking for a doggy bag, I thought I would call it "People Who Leave Me At A Restaurant So I Can Clean Off Their Plates And Drink What's Left Of Anitra's Beer In Refreshing Solitude." But that was too long.

I added the Tahitian Dance of the Children cause it seemed to fit the mood. Or I should say, it fit my mood. As usual I'm the one doing all the giggling.

Becky Rocks

It's the Becky from DESC we saw on Valentine's Day (posted Feb 16), being one of the Cherry Blossoms at Night for the Morrison's talent show. The Morrison's community room has just slightly better acoustics than the U of W underground parking garage, sorry. But everyone enjoyed the show.

Mother Escapes

Here's Anitra at the Morrison, another building run by the DESC. They were holding an art show and talent show, open to residents of all DESC buildings. Anitra is performing one of her most popular poems.

Stupid Toys

When I first uploaded this to YouTube they said they had no related videos. That means a lot to me.

Anitra: Dances With Redness

Subtitle this one Adventures in Flash.

A couple more scenes from the Union Hotel's Valentine's Day Dance Party. Becky from the Downtown Emergency Service Center was there taking promotional pictures. Since she got my picture, I figured I could retaliate. Then Anitra dances for the camera while a rectangular redness hovers around her, covering up a guy who strayed into the shot by accident.

Union Hotel Dance Party

Here are The Hound Dog (our DJ) and other residents Jeanne and Anitra dancing at my building's Valentine's Day party. I don't do this kind of dancing. When I dance there must be much more space between myself and the rest of the party, for the safety of All, and for the safety of All's toes.

Anitra's Valentine

You've read about her in my column; you've read her reviews; now, see her Valentine video! I know, it's lame, but I only discovered iMovie a couple of hours ago, and I don't know what all the squarish thingies do.

My Muse

I've always been a creative problem solver. This is a picture of me, at an age of roughly between 2 & 1/2 to 3, creatively solving the "How do I secure my next block?" problem.

I like creativity. I like seduction. I like the strange. I like the strange seduction of creativity, and the seductive creativity strangeness can induce. Speaking of seductive strangeness, my Muse Cindy Holly (not her eternal name) is the Muse of Other and the Muse of Few Words. When I first started my Real Change Column under the title Adventures in Poetry I was only allowed 350 words each. It was feared that my strange thoughts and modes of expression, if multiplied beyond that limit, might run amok and negatively impact unsuspecting innocent readers. Lawsuits could ensue.

Now, as Adventures in Irony, I manage to get away with 666 words per column. Still not much. So I am grateful to have Cindy peering over my shoulder all the time, suggesting words to cut. "Don't write words," she says. So I say, "What should I do then?" So she says, "Write." So I say, "Oh."