disillusionment

I had this fucking strange dream last night about my moving into a sort of commune (like the 60s) and I could not find my jacket, my wallet, my keys, or even where I was suppose to stay...and when I found the owners, living in the basement, they told me you crashed wherever you can, on any bed on the floor you can find and if you left your jacket with money and all it was probably gone....etc...
I woke up feeling like shit...it was 85 in my apt for some reason....took a good long shower and got back to my sense....then I was scanning this newspaper all about so called healing centers and using animals for wisdom, from horses to eagles to birds maybe even plants...all such bullshit it made me feel noxious....
it was only when I made myself a good breakfast, of toast, scallion and mushroom omelet, chipotle sausage, and black coffee, that I came back to my sense and felt the ground....and watched Cspan which deals with real problems in the world, no hocus pocus.....
most of those workshops with words like shaman, promised to cure cancer, spinal injuries, depression and so on and charge tons of bucks for it...who are the fools who fall for this?

I also felt disappointed that only a handful showed up at the studio and that the film was shown but in such an amateurish way in a off beat station (they do show Amy Goodman on it, the off beat newscaster with a monotonous drone voice) and filmed off the wall projection with the mikes trained on the speakers...I can imagine the quality on the TV at home for that one.
they will rebroadcast it and use the DVDs direct...so that gives me a chance to redo the film again...and give them a more decent copy.
One woman actually called me to say she watched the film and was thrilled to death....a friend of mine.

amigo, la vida es ridiculoso....

carlos del Portlando