"The Macho Ratón -- Rascal Mouse, the black masked firgure to the right -- is the trickster and has the cleverest comments. In this painting, the fictional characters of [[w:Don Quixote]] and Sancho who satirized the Spanish culture, encounter the folkloric jesters who symbolized the resistance of the indigenous [[w:Nicaragua|Nicaraguan]] people." From the Nicaraguan Cultural Alliance and Quixote Center/Quest for Peace.
No real posts this week.... I'm on stimulus overload.
This has been my last week of work at the fabulous [http://www.prwatch.org|Center for Media and Democracy]. I have been so fortunate to have worked for the Center for the past five and a half years. I will miss my job as editor of PR Watch, but I know I'm leaving the publication and the Center in good hands. And I'm ready for a change of scene.
The [http://www.wifilmfest.com|Wisconsin Film Festival] kicked off last night. I was at the Orpheum where before I saw a movie, I and everyone else were catching up with several dozen of our closest friends whom we hadn't seen all winter. Hibernation time is over. Spring is here. I am happy for that.
Seasonal change is so fundamental to life in the upper midwest. You would think it would feel more ordinary and predictable. Yet no one I know could deny how deeply they are effected by the transition from cold to warm.
I drempt about prowling last night. A sign my mind and body are stretching towards balmy nights, unfettered by hats and gloves and the cold north wind.
Let's seem how well I can do this.... I had a dream this morning in which I was reading a long magazine article written by a woman who is older than me. It was very good and I was enjoying it a lot, although I can't now remember much what it was about. But I remember this: I came to a part in the article where she returns to where she went to college, which happens to also be where I went to college, to learn something about herself.
I thought, "How can she learn anything about who she was from students now so much younger than her and so different. The school is different -- new teachers and buildings. What kind of insight could that offer her?"
I walked a labyrinth modeled on the one in Chartres this weekend. I found it quite provocative as a metaphor for moving through life. My friend Anne-Marie commented to me, "When you think you're close to the end, you're actually quite far; when you think you're far, you're almost there."
I was fascinated about how it wound around, bending here and there. I wasn't too interested in where I ended up, but liked how the view and perspective varied as I moved through it. My imagination was also engaged by how I was moving in relation to other people walking the labyrinth. More on this later.
a work in progress.
I don't watch much teevee. It's just who I am. Most of what I know about what's on teevee these days comes from flipping through the pages of [http://www.adage.com|Advertising Age]. I've even been known to utter remarks about commercials that go something like this: "Oh yeah, I read about this one in Ad Age just the other day. You know, [http://www.onthemedia.org/garfield.html|Bob Garfield] gave it three-out-of-four stars."
Pathetic? Probably a little.