|"Serenity" and "sirens" sound alike, if you squint.
||[Monday, Jun. 1st, 2009|03:37 pm]
The richest girl in town.
The San Francisco Chronicle is nothing but a chronicle of woe in ways that poke at me in a particularly personal way today: |
- Ronald Takaki killed himself last week.
- Gavin Newsom is slashing funding for social workers, case managers, and services for those with HIV and AIDS, drug and alcohol addictions, and mental health problems.
- Apparently, "Electronic Arts and other video game publishers are turning to social networks like Facebook to broaden their audience." Sigh.
- And stress associated with the recession is leading to depression. Big surprise there.
For the many people who have decided to chime in on what a black woman's hair does and doesn't represent, and specifically to those who claim that it's "just hair," I have two words for you:
I'm somewhat surprised that waking at 6:00 in the morning hasn't been more painful, but I did it Friday and today with a minimum of whining.
It's interesting working here in the Tenderloin. I'll give it that much. I think that's part of why Friday's bus ride to SF General is still nestled into my skull. It has to do with who the majority of the clients who come in for clinical studies on people with HIV and AIDS are--and how many of them have children, the high rates of transmission for young black women and Latinas, and a whole bunch of other things more specific to what that half-hour trip across town meant to me. I'll try to elaborate on this when I have more time and fewer brain bees.
I'm off at 4:30, at which point I'll BART back to Oakland, study while doing my laundry, do a couple of run-throughs of my number for tonight's Hubba Hubba Revue, and rush to the Uptown.