OK - it's Sunday, my place...

OK - it's Sunday, my place is finally clean after 2 weeks of dealing with mold and hotels, and I'm relatively caught up with the mundane details of life in Los Angeles/the U.S. So I will do a blog and please certain friends who miss it!!!

My life is slowly returning to normal. I just finished a book about money, & although I'm not willing to recommend it because I think most people will think I'm a lunatic for having read it at all (the book is really about science as it turns out, not money) it has helped me tremendously in examining my attitudes about money and why I have them. I've had wonderful discussions with my friends about poverty and how it affects your world-view - and I have to say when I made more money and could indulge in "retail therapy" I led a life much less examined.

John Lennon's "working class hero" just came on random. I view some of the lyrics as being immature, however his line about the public being "doped on on sex, possessions and TV" (I'm re-writing this slightly for my own bias on the situation) is "right on the money."

For me personally, the worst thing about living on the edge financially is the stress that it creates (checking account balances every day online, having to put art expenses on credit cards, always sweating the end of the month before the disability check arrives.) Money is a symbol of appreciation, according to the book's author. Think of bills not in terms of a discreet piece of paper, but rather as a symbol of something you received of benefit for your "expression of appreciation."

Not making any $$$ at my last art show, and nothing yet in the coffee shop, is disappointing and led to a depression for a day and a half after