A while back I quit working at The Yoga Den due to an... uncomfortable situation with someone who.. well, let's just say he wasn't interested in Yoga. It was too unnerving for me to handle since he promised he'd return and I decided to go my separate way.

So where did that leave me? Unemployed, rattled, unemployed. I remained that way for a while and eventually came across an opening for a Photographer for a Football team that a friend of mine coaches. (If my work takes a turn and ends up with a series of athletic photographs that would be why).

Well, I just thought I'd catch up with everyone.

Until the next post,
Adios!

Hello to all of you lovely artists and enthusiasts. I hope you all had a lovely weekened, because I certainly did. If anyone happened to read previous journal entries there was mention of a program known as Invisible Children and I explained a bit about the LRA and what occurs within that group and the state of a country called Uganda. Well, this weekend (April 28, 2007) there was a demonstration called Displace Me. I attended this mentioned demonstration in the city of Los Angeles, which was one out of a total of 15 (when combined there were 67,844 people demonstrating). In LA's event we had 6, 9998 people living out the life of a displaced person. For 24 hours we lived in cardboard huts. We did not eat or drink anything until nine at night, we wrote letters to our Senators, and the Advisor of African Affairs for the Clinton administration was even kind enough to give us the phone number to Mr. President Bush himself to ask a simple question: "How much suffering needs to occur in Africa before something is done?" In one night almost 7,000 people came together to let the people of America know that we, the youth, are no longer apathetic, that we do care about what goes on in the world, and that we demand change.

We arrived, dropped off our bottle of water and box of saltines, and then set up what was to be our homes. Once the cardboard had been put up the art supplies were passed around and the painting, drawing, writing, and spraypainting began. Our mission? To make a statement about being displaced, and to come up with a slogan. After all, Where we live shouldn't determine whether we live.. We were then filmed for two hours for a compilation film that will be made of all 15 citites, and then our guest speakers came out. There was a large screen which then played a few videos and we were given our first task. Finish our homes, finish decorating, and really make a statement. Our next task was a displaced reenactment. Within our groups of people the males could each receive three packs of crackers and that was it. The girls a single water bottle at the time. Males could not get water, and girls could not go and get crackers. We had to unite to get everything distributed properly. After we were fed and watered our next task was what was known as 21 Minutes of Silence/Pray for Me where we did just that. 7,000 people silent for that period of time. After that the party really began. Music was turned on and everyone began to dance, and let me tell you, a thousand person long dancing train is incredibly intense and confusing to be apart of. People with guitars and one with a bucket walked around singing and playing Give Peace a Chance, and ended up followed by thousands for over 20 minutes. It was quite a sight and amazing to be apart of. After that different song circles broke out and people went from group to group singing songs and sharing instruments, even after the lights were turned out on us. Eventually people went to sleep, though not all. In the morning we cleaned up our camp sites, turned in our letters to our senators at the TRI tents, and sat in the parking lot sharing stories with other fellow Displacec children.

It was truely amazing, and pictures will be posted.

My name is not Rebecca
and this is for the record
I keep trying to make it as clear as I can but nobody understands
that it's not getting any better
I scream and shout, protect my mouth or write a fucking letter
it's not getting any better, no


So to explain the title of this entry: I've been listening to a lot of swing music because I'm helping to choreograph a dance for one of my school's dance shows and it just popped into my head to name it that. I must say that I am having a lot of fun learning swing. It is incredibley fun. Especially the flips and what not.

So I really don't have anything to say. I am a bit disappointed that my previous journal on the state of Northern Uganda didn't gain any attention. I wonder if any one read it at all and was informed of the things going on there. If for some reason you are interested than you can find information about what it is that I am typing about in my Please Read & Be Informed entry.


On a side note I am rather excited. I have been looking for people who are willing to model for me which is going to be an entirely new experience. All of my photographs that include people are actually spontaneous, so I am not sure how it will go with directing people to act or be positioned a certain way. I honestly think that I will end up giving up on that and just have them interact with their environment, which is perfectly fine by me.
Well, I hope that it turns out alright.




Please critique my work. If it is shit, than it is shit, but let me know, if you would. It would be greatly appreciated.



So I'm excited. I just purchased a subscription for myself. Woo!