Sunday, September 09, 2007 @6:12 AM
It is early Sunday morning here at the Chacon Casa. I think of this place as Mark’s place as he was the one who first secured it, rented it and moved in here. He is scheduled to move to San Francisco around October unless other matters arise. Time seems to go by more quickly than we often figure it is. When Mark moves Brother Sonny from outback will be moving forward up here and get the room next door. It will be a way different atmosphere altogether, but change is usually for the better and Sonny is ‘in the program’ and strong in his recovery. Us being in recovery is always better than being in our past insanity.
I will be using my regular logbook for my daily journal for my creating writing class and need to learn to just write, write, and write. In a way, this is all a first draft ~ shitty or not. As Professor Herndon recommended: throw it up, then, clean it up!
I was going go to San Francisco last weekend from Saturday to Monday with Mark and a few others for the 40th Anniversary of the Summer of Love in San Francisco, but changed my mind. Since I had my regular day off on Labor Day from work at TSA I had a holiday coming. So I scheduled this coming Tuesday off with Director Elizabeth Hudson and I have decided to take it during my weekend of Sunday and Monday, then, I will have Tuesday off too.
Thus, I will be going to San Francisco this morning via AMTRAK. I was going to have Sister Tanya come with me and she first said yes. So I made reservations for us. Later she let me know that she had a revival to partake in here in Sacra. Actually I think she was a little nervous about coming with me, then, it could have been the expense too. I next asked my Brother Roberto who was game, then, he had to stay around the house at One-Step-Up because he is suppose to be in a ‘blackout’ mode, then, he would have been low on cash too. So it looks like I will be going by myself.
I will travel light and go. That was my motto when I went to Phoenix decades ago. Primo Mark will give me a ride to the Amtrak station. I will be departing this morning, then, be arriving in SF later this afternoon. I will stay at the Aida Plaza Hotel on Market, then, be returning to Sacra on the 11th of Septiembre in the late afternoon. I imagine the time will go by quickly so I need to take advantage of my time there. I hope to do some good writing, meditating and generally continue to work on my spiritual growth. Nada mas ahora.
@4:12 PM ~
I got Room 101 at the Aida Plaza Hotel and it is in a good spot. I am overlooking Market Street and from here I can look far up Jones Street. I got here about 1 PM and it was a good trip, other than missing the first Amtrak train out of Sacra and having to wait for the next one. The Manager Mehdi is cool and let me have ‘a room with a view‘ as these front facing rooms are usually for two people in a two bedroom. I have two bedrooms in here. I like using the extra pillows. I cannot have guests here in my room, but if I have a guest to visit we can meet in the Lobby. I guess that is one way to cut back on the prostitution traffic coming in and out around here. I can hear the sounds of the streets of San Francisco.
I called Cousin Marcos earlier in Sacra. His gal Valerie and him are planning to be coming across here from Sacra later this month for a Greek Festival. I kind of like being here on my own without anyone calling me, knocking on the door or otherwise disturbing my peace. Thus, I have some quiet ‘down time’. I love Sacra, though it is such a quiet conservative city with a docile population, though it is the state capitol of California.
I went for a walk earlier, bought a brown-beaded necklace for $6.00, then, bought a chicken burger, fries and diet coke for about $5.00, went to a nearby little store and got a Liter of Diet Coke and a bag of Cheetos for about another $5.00. Stuff can be so expensive to buy around here and it is the small little purchases that add up to a real expenditure.
I walked up Jessie by here, checked out the people and saw hungry people in the midst of others who seem as if they have plenty. San Francisco is a great city of contrasts indeed!
@11:29 PM ~
I took a good catnap this early evening and woke up around 8 PM. It was strange for a few seconds when I woke up, first thought I was in my bed in Sacramento and felt good to wake up here in busy San Francisco. Tomorrow is a brand new day!
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Monday, September 10, 2007 @5:01 AM
I slept pretty well, though I had a few kind of hostile dreams with a flavor of hate, anger and other disrupting emotions. It may of come from noises I heard outside during the night, then, it may of come from the spirit of the area my being south of Market Street by the notorious Tenderloin Area that entered my subconscious via my dreams.
In the Tenderloin there are a lot of blacks and other poor people hanging out in the streets, eyeing the environment with distrust and some cold predators stalk about. That was part of the reason why I just stood in my room last night and did not venture out.
I woke up thinking about the pathetic paternalism that I have heard and seen from TSA staff that exhibits the way they look at clients. The attitude-mentality smacks of a kind of colonialist way of relating to clients and hinders or blocks good healthy staff-client relations. We are all human beings with our ups and downs.
I have already went down to the Aida Hotel Lobby and got some coffee in my cup with a little sugar, but no donuts were there. I told an Asian man at the desk behind the window. “Good morning, my name is Peter and I am from the Salvation Army.”
He quickly responded: “No, I don’t know where the Salvation Army is!”
I responded, “No I work with the Salvation Army and am from Sacramento. I will be coming to San Francisco from time to time. So you will be seeing me.”
He was kind of taken by surprise, smiled and said, “Good, welcome.”
A list of what I have brought with me to San Francisco in my gym bag, my backpack and my waistpack: my wallet with ID, cash, credit card and other stuff; my steno pad and three pens {including a highlighter}; a book {The African Dream: The Diaries of the Revolutionary War in the Congo by Ernesto ‘Che’ Guevara}; my Compaq Armada M700 laptop with its wall plug, wireless mouse and My Essential for Wi-Fi connection {though I cannot get it here in the hotel}; my HP digital camera, recorder and digital picture storage disks; my cell phone and re-charge adapter; a few clothes: a hood jacket, sweater, one shirt, my cool sandals and underwear; Cousin Mark’s binoculars; a round stout candle and ashtray holder; a small compass; and a few other small odds and ends. That is pretty much the bare essentials I have brought with me, though I could of brought less. I take some pride in going by my motto: travel light n’ go.
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@11:34 AM
I took a shower, went to the Across the Board AA Meeting @8:30 AM and bought yet another AA Big Book for $5.00 with the meeting name stamp on it. It was a good well-attended meeting for Monday morning in the Tenderloin. We read aloud the chapter entitled WINNER TAKES ALL from the Big Book about a sister who was born legally blind, went through her struggles with its ups and down and survived, overcame her sense of helplessness and won out in the end.
After a short smoke break we discussed what we had read with prompting with a few key words and shared our spins on it all.
I shared about my own time when I od’ed off my meds and Bull Schlitz beer, slept on my right arm and crushed the nerves and muscles in it, then, became handicapped for a couple of years indulging in my self-pity, but one day I did a half-ass push-up. I kept working out, got better and have complete use of my arm now. It was an experience and time that made me humble and realize that I was not all that and a bag of chips. I have more compassion for others, especially for those who we call handicapped. It was a great leap forward in my spiritual growth and I now realize that genuine humility is a key to spiritual growth. There will be another meeting this early evening that I may attend.
After the meeting I went to a little restaurant by Turk and Jones Sts. I had a good breakfast of eggs, hash browns, sausage, toast and Colombian coffee. I called Major Mary and Cousin Mark from my cell phone while I was there reading the San Francisco Chronicle.
In Darfur over 200,000 people have been killed in the protracted war there and 2.5 million people have been displaced and are now refugees. I hope the UN does some read needed help and the vultures are kept away or at least their graft and corruption is minimized.
The situation in Iraq-nam predictably gets worse and worst, despite the imperialist-fascist propaganda that comes out of the Oval Office Cabal and from its fanatical flunkeys.
After breakfast, I went to a nearby Army-Navy type store and bought a maroon beret. They did not have any brown ones. It looks good on me and fits well. The last time I was here with Mark and Valerie I bought another brownish beret that is too loose on me with a band that has lost it elasticity so it dwells in my dresser drawer in my sanctuary. So now I have another new beret and that was one of my goals in coming to San Francisco this time around.
I use to be in the Brown Berets long long ago, during what seems like lifetimes ago as much as happened in my life in these last few decades.
While I am here I am being led, guided and prompted by my inner spirit, doing what I want when I want and just relaxing a lot compared to my busy work at Sally’s when I usually must multi-task without becoming all scatter brained..
In the process, I need to check any remnants of my OCD and ADHD in order to stay in a moving balanced position. Well, I guess I will take a catnap now for a while, The sounds of the traffic, the streets outside the window is a kind of civilized comfort and yet a reminder.
I believe that human beings as a species need to develop in a evolutionary manner far beyond this twisted collapsing civilization and strive towards a democratic humane society that promotes real humanization, not this corrupt civilization of vultures and its victims. Nada mas ahora.
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@1:41 PM ~
Today is September 10, 2007 and tomorrow, Tuesday, will mark the sixth anniversary of the tragic Tuesday of 9-11-07 when Amerka was attacked both substantially and symbolically by the devilish designs of Osama bin-Laden and Al-Qaeda and thousands of U.S. citizens and some immigrants lost their lives in the Twin Towers in New York City.
Osama’s recent video was revealing in different ways. He is aware of current events here inside Amerika and the reigning contradictions of the whole Iraq-nam War of Occupation being waged by Amerikan Fascism. The truth is that his video had a lot of undeniable truth. Amerka has a lot of bad karma on it and we do reap what we sow. So let us be careful about our plantings, harvestings and what we nurture in all of our lives. I imagine San Francisco is a target city for some evil elements. So security will be a little tighter than usual tomorrow.
Well, I may go out to the Mission or I may just wander the streets of San Francisco, as I am still a streetwalker! More Later.
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@9:37 PM ~
I went for a long, long walk earlier today. Before my trek I bought a red Che Guevara t-shirt with his familiar picture emblazoned in front, stopped off @ Burger King for a bite and walked on.
Along the way I called my friend Mike V. and chatted with him a bit. I think he has a tendency to get really bored. Next I called Sally’s and Brother David B. answered so I chatted with him for a bit to make sure he was having fun.
I went way down into the Mission District just streetwalking and checking out the sights in a kind of tall U loop south by the Mission Dolores, then, went up northward up Guerrero, had a bite at a Kentucky Friend Chicken/Taco Bell combined fast food place. I passed Market up to Globe, had another bite to eat at a Louisiana Chicken Place around the corner on sixth street, and then made it back to the Aida Hotel here.
I took pictures along the way I will upload and post onto in to a Picasa Album called San Francisco or Bust!
I will put the Link here=
http://picasaweb.google.com/peta.aztlan/SanFranciscoOrBust
It has been a sweet and solitary stay here and I enjoyed the time being by myself without the dumb distractions of others. I have to check out of here by 11 AM. So I will be up early, pack up and be good to go by 10:30 AM.
Nothing very exciting or spectacular has happened so far and that is fine with me. I have had a peaceful time by myself, just being me and doing what I do or just being!
It has been a little expensive. The next time I come to The City I will be a lot more productive in terms of networking and spinning webs. Then, maybe I will just kick it and ride the bus around. I really needed to refresh my soul. Sometimes I tend to get caught up in a routine rut, though having a good routine is key for my continued sober recovery and spiritual growth. When I get back I need to vary my routine when I can, get into better shape.
Admitting to being a writer I live a solitary life. I have much in me I want to get out in writing form before this world is done with me. I also need to get into playing my guitar again like I use to do a few years back. In general, I need to work on developing my natural talents and sharpening my skills.
I need to get in closer and closer communion with my Creator, do my best to make the most out of each moment in time and have a vision for the future before me in my mind‘s eye. Time is sacred indeed!
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Tuesday, September 11, 2007 @7:46 AM
I awoke @6:30 AM, said my Morning Prayer, took a shower, went to the Lobby for a coffee and donut, and then packed some stuff up. Plan to go to the AA Meeting @366 Eddy Street @8:30 AM.
Today is the sixth anniversary of 911. An infamous historic day. I remember 9-11-01 and where I was at as I remember hearing about the J.F. Kennedy Assassination. I was staying at Mather Community Campus, a transitional housing program on the former Mather Air Force Base by Rancho Cordova. I turned the TV on and saw the explosions on the Twin Towers. At first, being half-awake I first thought it was something about the Hiroshima Bombings by the US. I fully awoke and found out what was really going on. For the next days I was drenched by news about 911 via TV, the Radio and the Internet monitoring the news and posting to my online group.
At the time, a female from back east in one of my online groups, the Humane-Rights-Agenda Yahoo Group, resigned from the group after I wrote about ‘the chicken coming home to roost’ and the bad karma of Amerka. A lot of people got fearful, even paranoid, then, the anthrax scare happened and even my Apache postman was wearing gloves when handling the mail!
Fuhrer Bush rose to the occasion by yelping about the War on Terror and Iraq and had been already planning an American Invasion on Iraq because it was allegedly harboring weapons of mass destruction. I remember the UN Inspector wanted more time stating that the UN Inspections were not conclusive, the cowardly General Colin Powell providing the false evidence for a US Invasion at the UN with the CIA Director sitting smug behind him in the background. Then, the invasion being launched by the long drive of US soldiers and vehicles towards Baghdad preceded by the ‘shock and awe’ bombings of Baghdad. The so-called ‘cake walk’ turned out to be a muddy bloody quagmire for the US that is still raging on. Thus, on 9-11-91 the whole of human history was changed and the general historical timeline was divided between pre-911 and post-911.
The Bush Terrorist Rogue Regime has deluded, confused and distracted most of the Amerikan population with its constant reactionary propaganda about terrorists. Most of the Muslim world now hates Amerika and prays for our downfall. Actually, very few US citizens have been directly impacted by the loss of a loved one functioning as a mercenary soldier in combat in Iraq. These are not true heroes, they are armed mercenaries.
A true conscientious soldier of the people will naturally examine the original purpose of a war as war and whether it is a just or an unjust war.
The whole power dynamics has been drastically altered for the worst since 911 as the Amerikan Empire continues to run amuck worldwide without any real challenge to its hegemony. The world is now more filled with hate than ever and the two great religions of Christianity and the Muslim faith are at extreme odds with each other.
Making key matters worst, as evidenced by the patterns of their actions, it seems that the Iraqui terrorists are actually inhumane terrorists without making key distinctions between innocent Iraqui civilians who happen to be in the wrong place at the wrong time and others who are engaged armed combatants. Their arbitrary way of utilizing violence falls right into imperialist schemes and seems to justify the U.S. Amerikan War of Occupation. It is a war neither side can win as it is now being waged.
The people of Iraq need to come together, form a strong and determined revolutionary vanguard and go forth and wage a true people’s war with a true people’s army for the liberation of their own country from both foreign and domestic fanatics.
@10:07 AM ~
Went by the AA Meeting, then, walked around and took some more pictures. It is strange how around the relatively small Tenderloin Area there are so many people walking around stoned, in a daze or hunting for the next dope source. However, there is an invisible zone once I walk out of the immediate area and pass Jones Street going east. I walk a bit and I am by the Hilton!
Maybe there is an unwritten and unspoken agreement between the local police and the local dope fiends to keep their drug devastation concentrated in the Tenderloin Area. At any given time local drug enforcement officers could do a street search and find most of the people either in possession of narcotics or under the influence of narcotics. Of course, this would not solve anything or dope fiends can be like cockroaches who will scatter when the light is put on them only to constantly return in the sneaky stealth of darkness.
It is almost time to check out here from the Aida Hotel. I have enjoyed my short stay and look forward to my return to Sacramento with all its rewards and responsibilities. Time to shut down from here!
@2:00 PM ~
Before I left I bought a Ranger BUCK knife from Kaplan’s by the Aida Hotel with its standard lifetime guarantee. Sometimes I walk in some dark spots and I have no intention of being anyone’s armless victim!
I caught an early AMTRAK Bus on Market out of SF, we drove around the Embarcadero, saw the Golden Gate Bridge and all, then, it took us to Emeryville. Finally my train came a little late and we are now headed to Sacra. We went through Berkeley, now we are going to Richmond. I have my laptop up here on a small table, which is pretty cool. My wireless mouse is not attached so I use that little round button on my keyboard centered right below my ‘G’ and ‘H’ keys. Next we should be going through Fairfield, make a quick stop at Davis and then to my destination in good ol' Sacramento!
@6:11 PM
I am back in Sacra again. The heat here is a drag after the coolness of the Bay Area. I unpacked, washed clothes, put stuff away, grabbed a bite to eat and had a little strawberry swirl ice cream. Now I am watching my favorite educational TV Program Democracy Now!
EXCLUSIVE Report From Iraq: U.S. Fueling Sectarian Civil War in Anbar by Funding Former Insurgents to Fight Al Qaeda ~ Tuesday, September 11th, 2007
http://www.democracynow.org/article.pl?sid=07/09/11/1424208
End the Amerikan War of Occupation!
Justice for Sister Elvira and General Amnesty for Immigrants!
Indict Fuhrer Bush and his Oval Office Cabal for War Crimes!
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