The March wind blows in February outside the window. We fear for the tree out in front of the house. The kitchen drain is clogged and nothing seems to work. We hate calling the landlord up here because he sends his sons who are bumbling fools who make a mess. But I may have to, or buy more natural drain cleaner.
The last frog died this week. He may have fallen victim to a cleaning of the tank. It was not cleaned since July, and he seemed quite okay with it. But we were getting grossed out by the build up of algae on the glass, so I finally relented. But Froggy did not seem to like it much and he slowly became listless. I found him frozen in stillness. A position that he seemed to like a lot. I think it was his form of meditation. He would just float in suspension, staring into nowhere. A state of sublime stillness. That is the position he died in. It would seem he went in peace. At least I like to think so in order to fend off the guilt that my actions led to his untimely death. He was about 6 years old. The normal lifespan of an African Dwarf Frog.
I do not have much to write today on my main topic. I have been a bit off. In truth, I have been so involved in doing things for the school, I am out of steam, although only temporarily, to write about activism. I did find the energy to call for an attack on earth by extraterrestrials, but I do not think they heard me, so I will have to hold out for another form of hope.
Friday, the sun moved into Pisces. I have nothing against the sign of the fish, but it always portends a certain type of moodiness in me. I can trace this back many years. I remember being aware of it when I was back in art school. Sitting in the School of Visual Arts student lounge drawing in my journal. Being depressed over the rejection from some girl, who I had for one reason or another, become infatuated with. This feeling of sadness and rejection seemed to coincide with the last throws of winter, which coincide with the sun being in Pisces. Maybe I was imprinted, and forever have associated this time of year with depression. As I am now much older, I have become astutely aware of this phase and have made a resolution to work with it. I am trying to make this a time of action. The forces of the universe are mysterious., and must remain so.
So in light of that I have begun to step up the action on getting my film on a moving track. This past week I was able to put my proposal before the board of trustees at Brooklyn Free School for fiscal sponsorship consideration. It is important that I get some kind of sponsorship for my project because most, and I mean most, foundations will not fund an individual. The money needs to flow through a 503c (non profit.) The sponsor benefits by taking a percentage. We just need to know more about the liabilities. In any case, this is only one of the steps I have taken this week. I have also put in my first grant application, sent a request for submission to another foundation and wrote a short note to Michael Moore this morning. I believe that when you are engaged in a process of trying to get help, you need to put a lot of psychic material out into the universe.You never know what is going to come back. Hopefully not a piece of space junk.
I am also in the process of building a board of advisers for the film. I have already enlisted the help of Humble Films who have been advising me through the early stages. Once some money comes, we will be working together to conceptualize and schedule shooting. But I am also gathering some of the pundits I know from the democratic education movement. Jerry Mintz has offered up his vast knowledge as he has been involved in this form of education for decades. I am currently reading his book No Homework and Recess All Day which I find quite informative. In truth, when I read books about the movement, I tend to get a bit bored because I have already been recruited to the cause. So many of these books by people I have the utmost respect for, tend to preach to the converted. Jerry is a bit different. He tends to talk plainly. So in telling me of his experience, I find myself interested, because he is bringing an original perspective. He has been a big help with the school and many schools like it. His organization AERO (Alternative Education Resource Organization) can be accessed on this site in the links at the right of the page.
I have a few others whom I will be speaking with in the next week or so and I hope to do a lot of networking at the upcoming Democratic Symposium at Medgar Evers College on March 2.
Although I have been in an economic funk, I have been busier than ever. The graphic design business has been on the down swing for too many years. I have been looking for the past decade for the kind of activities that will take me into old age. Things I can do until the end. Be active always. So besides stepping up my writing input on this blog, I have been drawing, creating new digital illustrations (which I hope to develop into animations for the film,) playing music a little and just trying to be engaged as much as possible. I am not much of a potato. Although I am no longer active in sports, I still like the daily walk, and I feel that being involved is a way of keeping the brain lucid.
On top of all this we have Noah home for a week. Winter recess. What are going to do with that kid for a week? The computer is off limits to him during working hours so he is going to have to find friends to occupy his time. He has been learning some free software on game development. I was able to have a brief conversation with Marc Prensky this week, who is also a game designer. He gave us some leads to help Noah find his way into the thing that interests him right now.He found a program called Atmosphir which gives him the ability to create his own levels.
The last thing I will leave with is a few pictures. Last night, while looking at Huffington Post, I came across a contest call The Justin-Bieber-As-Politician Photoshop Competition! I am not sure if my images will make it in, but I wanted to share them with my devoted readers. They may be a little over the edge and could be deemed as a bit offensive. My son stood over my shoulder as I created these, so at least he approves.