The energy was incredible, my nerves notwithstanding. It was the launch party of Kuwento: Lost Things, and there were readings and performances, including one by Imo's newly formed band for the occasion, at Tribal Cafe in Historic Filipinotown. I thought it was great that the kids were there to soak up all that Filipino-American culture -- everything from the art on the walls and the Pinoy food-inspired menu, to poems about Filipino-American identity, stories about the Filipino community in Los Angeles, bits of Philippine history, reimagined Philippine folklore, songs about Andres Bonifacio and the 1896 Revolution. I know that these narratives won't make much sense to them until they are older, but it's enough for me for now that Nacho raved about the chicken adobo burrito and offered to play trumpet in his dad's band, and that Yumi and Asha could sing along: Nasaan ka? Nais kitang makita! Ang tunay na liwanag, hindi ang kislap!
I am about to know my adversity threshold, which I've always believed was high. I'd like to take my work seriously but how do I stop myself from obsessing and taking everything as personal? I've been so negative maybe because we've boarded up some windows to keep the heat out. It's been dreary, with the reduced view. Although all it takes is a change of scene -- or a sugar rush in Janelle's case -- to lift our spirits. It's always fun to leave the office even if it's just to buy ice cream from across the street. Outside, the streets give off heat that hurt our legs, and the sun is a blow that always defeats me. Still, it's worth it.