Weekend

We had a good time Saturday night at dinner. I had a fresh seasonal salad, Bluefish with sweet potatoes, pecans and dried cherries. For dessert I had banana bread pudding w. butter caramel sauce. It was so yummy. Bluefish, which I had never tried, was excellent. It is a rich, oily fish w. lots of flavor. Similar to Swordfish. I always make my entrée choices based on the sides. I wasn’t so interested in the fish, but I wanted the sweets, pecans and cherries. This is my favorite place to eat and I have never had a bad meal there.

We ran a few errands on Sunday. Sunday nite we played Scene It with the kids. You use the TV to play clips and different trivia games. Some of the questions are incredibly hard. Lots of laugher was experienced by all.

I wrote a lot this weekend, trying to get my head clear. It seems to be working. I am realizing that I have two bad times of the year: Feb and August. I get in such a February funk it takes awhile to dig myself out.

DH and I watched Crash last night. I thought it was good. DH did not like it as well. It definitely had a six degrees of separation element to it. It was a in your face movie and it was very subtle at the same time. The people you would consider “bad” and the people you would consider “good” switched back and forth between both spectrums. The bad did really good things and the good did really bad things. It did a good job showing all the prejudices/racist things people carry with them. And, in this movie, not afraid to say them out loud. I thought some of the best scenes were by Matt Dillon and Thandi Newton. All of these people were so busy being scared and angry; all they could do was react. There was no time to breathe, observe, or think. Fear is so dominant in our post 9-11 world.

I grew up in Vermont and I live in Maine. We do have a diverse population in the City, but it is nothing that I come in contact w. in my life. I am surrounded by white people. I live in a community of mostly white people. I wonder how I would be different if I had grown up in Bridgeport, CT like my DH. My mother is scared of Asian people; she doesn’t even know any Asian’s. She just has this unreasonable fear to them.

I don’t understand hate. Hate because of your skin, religion or sexuality. I don’t get it. We are 99% the same. It is our experiences that make us unique and special. If we could get it thru our heads that we are all the same wouldn’t all the wars stop What makes two seniors from my town break into the middle school and trash it What makes them put up swastikas in the girls’ bathroom Now the DA is looking into it as a hate crime. These two young kids fucked up and do they even understand what they did or were they just being “cool” If they were trying to get a reaction they got one.

I am an observer. I watch people, groups and situations and try to figure out how it all works. It is much easier and more interesting for me to be the observer than to participate. I really should be some kind of scientist.