Community Building.

So they're building a dog run in the park across from where I live, which until now has mostly been used for smoking crack. It's pretty amazing to see how quickly the demographic of the park is changing - dog owners from all walks of life are now hanging out, chatting and picking up poo together. It has completely changed the feeling of the park - it now feels like it's really being used. The crack dealers are still there, but now it's more of a multi-use public space. Also, watching dogs play together in the spring might be the cutest thing ever.

Tuesday Night.

My cab ride home. The driver is telling me about Indian Dance, the different forms he knows of, various bits of history…he tells me about a dance that’s done out of happiness, as a celebration. At festivals? I ask. He says Yes! He couldn’t remember the word ‘Festival’. He tells me about a dance that only sick people do, which I find interesting. Silence. He looks at my face in the rearview mirror. No, Sikh People! Sikh People! he says. We laugh and laugh.