getting ready for father's day (or fathers' day)

http://www.nytimes.com/2010/06/15/science/15fath.html

vivid dreams

My subconscious is deeply concerned with the phrase "strange fruit."
All I had to do was read it yesterday and my dreams turned into
meditation about the dangers of white supremacy to my family--so much
so that even in my dream I dreamed I couldn't sleep because I was
worried about it; I kept thinking..."50 years or more ago, my husband
would have been killed and his body desecrated because he loved me." I
couldn't figure out what would have happened to me or Iris. But in my
dream I was trying to sleep, but couldn't because I was so worried.

Additionally, there was some kind of international manhunt that I was
involved in--a la Dan Brown, really--and a man in charge of a prison
or something in Venice invited me over for curried rice. He had a
sweet young daughter, but by the end of the night, he had disappeared.
While I was in Venice (no, I don't know why that's important), there
was a duct-taped leg hanging from a tree; I was afraid to look and see
if it was connected to a body. I can't remember if I was more worried
that it was the man I had dinner with or the man I was supposed to be
finding--I can't remember if the man I was looking for was a good guy
or a bad guy during the civil rights movement, but I was looking for
him in a Venetian prison, if that tells you anything.

Just to reassure you, Huntsville had be wonderful in this regard. We
actually bought our house from a mixed couple (she said, "we were
mixed before it was cool"), and they said that they never had any
problems, even years n years ago. We feel very comfortable here. I
think I'm just troubled by southern racial history in general, as well
as the societal institutions that I am connected to and the roles they
played.

Okay... that's all. maybe I'll have a more cheerful post later on.