City life

It seems like life is getting more silly by the day.

Today, after a particularly frustrating meeting, I debriefed (no, not that kind of debriefing) with a few staff members. I was comforted by the fact that they were both equally dumbfounded by what went on. We sat there, laughing and wrinkling our brows at the ridiculousness of the situation. The fact is, that we don't have time to f around any more. You, yes you, doing that whatever job in whatever office, you have to stop and immeadiately figure out how you are contributing to making this place better. It is clear that we cannot do this alone. We need partners. Bad policy is made without stakeholders, which is clearly demonstrated by our present administration. There is a magic pill for this tragicomedic system of education in Los Angeles.

It's people.

Giving.

A shit.

Not just administrators, not just teachers, not just parents. But students. And business people. And that guy on the corner who sells pupusas.

I have been reminded repeatedly this week about a comic I read once in my history of comic book art class. It was a commentary on city life, about how disconnected we all are. I can't remember who wrote it, or even the title. But the basic gist of it was that there was a man who plunged to his death from his high rise apartment building, only to get wrapped up in an awning on his way down. You could see his feet sticking out from the awning, but not a single passerby stopped to check on the body.

I find the situation in LA to be somewhat similar. The body of this city is too hard for one person to move, regardless of how many times he smiles or appears on the George Lopez show. We are inherently segmented here. We build big walls and place community markets just out of walking distance of housing. We discourage socializing by prohibiting outdoor cafes. We discourage public transportation by using snail-buses instead of trains to move our people. We sabotage our public selves in the name of self-interest.

You can see it boiling, bubbling, the tiny red lines in people's eyes. They are ready for change, but not quite willing to do the work.

Yet.