I know that many of us have thought about our Transcontinental Hometowns. We imagine an overlay on the world map that indicates couches we can sleep on and friends we haven't met. Places to visit, people to see, it's just a matter of getting there...
Thor, has made the great leap and is visiting us from Santa Cruz. The next week will surely include a vegan tour of Kansas City, multimedia jam sessions and a ride along through the Main Street Corridor Development & Community Improvement District with our friend in the red shirt, Stewart.
"Stay still Thor, I'm going to do a sketch of you in ASCII art."
One of my new fav photographers in Kansas City is Mike Sinclair. He was part a great project put on by the American Institute of Architects calledKansas City's Snapshot Project. He photographed a certain path through Kansas City from east to west chronicling different neighborhoods in KC. Check it out!
One of Jamie's fav things to do is to write letters to the editor of the Kansas City Star but they haven't been published. Indeed there are many things that are incredibly frustrating about the Star that warrant letters to the editor, and finally his day has come! There has recently been a three part article about the crime situation in Kansas City that places the blame on a particular zip code and its "culture of violence". We both felt that this was probably not the most constructive use of Kansas City Star resources and that the crime should be attributed to the unnacredited school system and race issues that plague Kansas City. And we got angry! And you know what happens when we get outraged, letters to the editor time! This certain letter to the editor was specifically about the idea to create contrived crime fighting technology. Comon KC Star and City Council’s Public Safety and Neighborhoods Committee, $225,000 to $250,000 per square mile, are you serious? That was it! Enough is enough! Time for a letter to the editor! Jamie carefully crafted several ideas I had about the problem and used his wordsmith skills take all the swears out of my original ideas and make a printworthy letter to the editor.
James Johnson and I have been friends since first grade. He's a painter and a musician. He lives in Iowa City, Iowa with his girlfriend Carla. They filled sandbags when it flooded. He's exploring the idea of becoming a nurse. He works at a preschool. I've met Carla a couple times.
James and I had sleepover birthdays with the movie and the board game Clue. We started clubs. We made videos. We walked all night in the August air to find our impulses to organize, initiate and create with taste and care.
I love that Mom knows my whole story. She's followed my narrative from the start. She gets the humor in my life choices.
After Mom, there is a small and ever growing cloud of family and friends who remember who we are. And I remember them. And as I turn into each and every me I can be, I fall back on the cloud from time to time to see with relief that our perspectives can still overlap. I know that we aren't in the same place. We follow the possibilities where they lead. But I can see as far as we've gotten.