A photo( and occasional sketch) diary to monitor my culture shock from my move from a West Coast urban city to a beautiful and very small rural community in The Great North West. ***Click on pics for larger image. Updated every week, if we're lucky.***

Tuesday, November 06, 2007

93. First Folk

A few historical photos from the El Big region's history books...
Their leader, Chief Joseph, famous for promoting peace.

Local Tribesman Rattlin' Pete

First folk NW regional cuisine side dish

A first bungalow




The man assigned to control the unruly warriors

Chief Lookinglass, the man who led the fight for the lands.
A local tribeman warrior
Meeting for the land allottment, 1889
Famous face
The beautiful cultural center/ museum/ art center/cafe 1 hr north of El Big

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I am honored to be an invited artist for a fundraiser event in November.
Stay tuned for event photos.
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Thursday, November 01, 2007

92. A Happy Halloween

A good mix of El Bigians meet at the local pub for dancing and fun. For the first time in years I don't wear a costume, but just have a great time taking photos.

Halloween at El Big U comes early with threats of layoffs and department closures. Rumors fly, and morph from positive to negative, back to positive and back again. Socializing becomes more trying as the days lead up to the announcement. One sharp coworker muses, "I don't know what's more annoying---those who are overly positive or those who are completely doomsday."

Statewide issues, deep-seeded management problems, unfortunate pr, and cancellations of programs causes the school to find itself millions of dollars short. The interim leader announces the cuts to the public on Halloween. Science, Math and Language take the hits. Que calls me at home the moment he hears about his job status. I am relieved to hear that Que's department is merely reorganized and reshuffled, but doesn't lose a single tenured instructor.
The one truly shocking costume was a truck driver in red white and blue hotpants.

Later that night we meet up with the survivors at the pub for a bit of sober reflection. The pub is having a small but fairly rowdy costume party. The bartender delivers us round of drinks from a former student seated at the bar. "See you in twenty years!" he says. He raises his glass to us as we leave the party.

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