I find fast food so comforting!
Not necessarily eating it but when you get stuck in a unfamiliar place or country isn't it sanctuary to find the pleasant glow of golden arches or the vibrant red and white stripes of KFC?
Yesterday mid-evening I went down into THE HOOD. My day was mostly spent from being pretty ripe from the FRICKIN!' HEAT here in Hollywood but the evening brought me at Crenshaw & Olympic at the Legal Aid Foundation. Earlier that morning I got some good news from my attorney regarding an action I took on my behalf.
Flashback March 2002, I had an accident at work which almost severed my finger from my right hand. Yaaayaaa, you may ask what was I doing to have such a thing happen? Well...I'll leave you in suspense and post about that sometime in the future. Anyhoot, now that my case is coming to a close and the ratbastards are being notified of a court hearing regarding the outcome of my hand, I'm due for what they call, Vocational Rehab. Now, as you may or may not know, out here in Cali. the system is real limited. So the options for retraining are bare minimums. Basically, if you have a B.A. degree (like I do) there really isn't all that much to your options can IMPROVE on. For example: I can't go forward with my education and obtain a Masters degree because there isn't enough in the vocational rehab reward to cover the length of time it takes to get one. What it does cover are things like you learned in ROP in high school (do they still have ROP?). You know the basic dental assitant, editing, basket weaving--you get the picture. I sat down with an vocational counselor last year when they assigned him and we talked about going to UCLA to get a certificate in event planning or non-profits. But the thing is...I have experience already in this stuff and have coordination, promotions and entrepenurial experience. I ran this by a successful business friend of mine, and she suggested I just take the cash outright and start up my own small business (very small considering my reward is less than $15,000 after lawyer fees because, once again, I've already done this! Why just get a piece of paper that says I did it and waste the cash!
Which brings me to why I was at Crenshaw and Olympic. I was attending a workshop about "Building A Capable Community Organization." "Everything you need to know to start a non-profit." I've been pining to start my own theatre company that also offers courses and hope to abused kids and after-school programs specifially focusing on art, music, dance, theatre, and stagecraft. It's been an idea floating in my head for sometime and it had a bit of a stirring last year when a friend and I brainstormed getting it started. The both of us had meeting after meeting and started up some branding and name ideas when the anvil hit. Here I was, once again, showing up and using all my experience as an event organizer and promotional coordinator to get us some funds and HE WANTED TO BE THE BOSS...I digress...another story. After a falling out with this "friend" the non-profit idea ceased and decisted (?). Nonetheless, I've been receiving these flyers and letters in the mail from this non-profit who offered classes in well...HOW TO START A NON-PROFIT. I figured it serenditpitous; the flyer; the attorney; the friend mentioning I could do it on my own, etc.
I apologize. I kept running into detached sequeways... the reason why I like fastfood, the reason why I love fast food. .. I love the bright colorful signs and the plastic omega-sized icons that always so dutifully stand atop their rooftops. They give me comfort when I feel out of sorts. They give me security when I'm feeling lonely for the comforts of home in a foreign country. In this case, I was, because I was this little white woman wearing a tie-dyed shift scanning her pre-printed directions trying to navigate a bus trip not to far from where Reginald Denny found his infamous fifteen minute club date. As I mentioned earlier althought it was now around 6:00pm, it was still FLIPPIN' hot and I was parched. I looked on all the street corners and couldn't find the reassuring features of a fast food restaurant; only the factions of ASIAN lettering on windows, a CHEVRON station and a RITE-AID. RITE-AID came the closest to comfort and I embraced their sidewalk with my gleeful CHUCK TAYLORS and rushed through their glass sliding doors. AHHHHH...the immediate resolve of air-conditioning. I dove into the freezer grabbed a SOBE and ran to the counter, that is until I had a brief flashback of the old boyfriend and our small detour to RITE AID in April, on our first date, where in the pinch of getting money from the ATM he asked me if I wanted the PEOPLE magazine I was reading, declined but nonetheless thought it was charming. Ok, so the thought came and left...mmmm..pretty much like our relationship? I moved on; Literally and figuretively. Brandishing my newly acquired thirst quencer I proceeded to "hoof it' to the classroom. upon approaching open doors I was very pleasantly surprised by the food layout! MMMMMM....and plenty o' coffee and Diet Cokes! I signed up and upon resound was bequethed a HUGE binder that contained every tidbit and tale about how to start your own non-profit. (Let me know if you ever want to borrow it---it weighs a ton!) I sat in the ole classroom for three and half hours and learned away. I'm so happy I did this...I'll conclude later...I have to eat my Thai food right now!
Not necessarily eating it but when you get stuck in a unfamiliar place or country isn't it sanctuary to find the pleasant glow of golden arches or the vibrant red and white stripes of KFC?
Yesterday mid-evening I went down into THE HOOD. My day was mostly spent from being pretty ripe from the FRICKIN!' HEAT here in Hollywood but the evening brought me at Crenshaw & Olympic at the Legal Aid Foundation. Earlier that morning I got some good news from my attorney regarding an action I took on my behalf.
Flashback March 2002, I had an accident at work which almost severed my finger from my right hand. Yaaayaaa, you may ask what was I doing to have such a thing happen? Well...I'll leave you in suspense and post about that sometime in the future. Anyhoot, now that my case is coming to a close and the ratbastards are being notified of a court hearing regarding the outcome of my hand, I'm due for what they call, Vocational Rehab. Now, as you may or may not know, out here in Cali. the system is real limited. So the options for retraining are bare minimums. Basically, if you have a B.A. degree (like I do) there really isn't all that much to your options can IMPROVE on. For example: I can't go forward with my education and obtain a Masters degree because there isn't enough in the vocational rehab reward to cover the length of time it takes to get one. What it does cover are things like you learned in ROP in high school (do they still have ROP?). You know the basic dental assitant, editing, basket weaving--you get the picture. I sat down with an vocational counselor last year when they assigned him and we talked about going to UCLA to get a certificate in event planning or non-profits. But the thing is...I have experience already in this stuff and have coordination, promotions and entrepenurial experience. I ran this by a successful business friend of mine, and she suggested I just take the cash outright and start up my own small business (very small considering my reward is less than $15,000 after lawyer fees because, once again, I've already done this! Why just get a piece of paper that says I did it and waste the cash!
Which brings me to why I was at Crenshaw and Olympic. I was attending a workshop about "Building A Capable Community Organization." "Everything you need to know to start a non-profit." I've been pining to start my own theatre company that also offers courses and hope to abused kids and after-school programs specifially focusing on art, music, dance, theatre, and stagecraft. It's been an idea floating in my head for sometime and it had a bit of a stirring last year when a friend and I brainstormed getting it started. The both of us had meeting after meeting and started up some branding and name ideas when the anvil hit. Here I was, once again, showing up and using all my experience as an event organizer and promotional coordinator to get us some funds and HE WANTED TO BE THE BOSS...I digress...another story. After a falling out with this "friend" the non-profit idea ceased and decisted (?). Nonetheless, I've been receiving these flyers and letters in the mail from this non-profit who offered classes in well...HOW TO START A NON-PROFIT. I figured it serenditpitous; the flyer; the attorney; the friend mentioning I could do it on my own, etc.
I apologize. I kept running into detached sequeways... the reason why I like fastfood, the reason why I love fast food. .. I love the bright colorful signs and the plastic omega-sized icons that always so dutifully stand atop their rooftops. They give me comfort when I feel out of sorts. They give me security when I'm feeling lonely for the comforts of home in a foreign country. In this case, I was, because I was this little white woman wearing a tie-dyed shift scanning her pre-printed directions trying to navigate a bus trip not to far from where Reginald Denny found his infamous fifteen minute club date. As I mentioned earlier althought it was now around 6:00pm, it was still FLIPPIN' hot and I was parched. I looked on all the street corners and couldn't find the reassuring features of a fast food restaurant; only the factions of ASIAN lettering on windows, a CHEVRON station and a RITE-AID. RITE-AID came the closest to comfort and I embraced their sidewalk with my gleeful CHUCK TAYLORS and rushed through their glass sliding doors. AHHHHH...the immediate resolve of air-conditioning. I dove into the freezer grabbed a SOBE and ran to the counter, that is until I had a brief flashback of the old boyfriend and our small detour to RITE AID in April, on our first date, where in the pinch of getting money from the ATM he asked me if I wanted the PEOPLE magazine I was reading, declined but nonetheless thought it was charming. Ok, so the thought came and left...mmmm..pretty much like our relationship? I moved on; Literally and figuretively. Brandishing my newly acquired thirst quencer I proceeded to "hoof it' to the classroom. upon approaching open doors I was very pleasantly surprised by the food layout! MMMMMM....and plenty o' coffee and Diet Cokes! I signed up and upon resound was bequethed a HUGE binder that contained every tidbit and tale about how to start your own non-profit. (Let me know if you ever want to borrow it---it weighs a ton!) I sat in the ole classroom for three and half hours and learned away. I'm so happy I did this...I'll conclude later...I have to eat my Thai food right now!
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(and now let's kick some fast thai food into gear shall we? we could call it "thai-ng one on"
[Edited on Jul 19, 2004 7:04PM]
What it boils down to is when we have a a strong response to something, one hemisphere of the brain may be overiding the message of the other, and that causes an unbalancing.
That's how people get stuck.
The neuro-linguistic process should serve to supress the overiding message long enough for the message that is softer to be heard.
"The messenger will not rest until the message has been delivered"
If you were to ask me what I think about the fact that the guy who fucked my ex is a member of SG and is probably on the prowl again as we speak, I would answer "Well, I don't think much about it."
Take care, I hope to hear from you soon