march snow

My friends have been telling me I should start blogging for awhile, "because you have such an interesting life," so I'm finally doing it. I resisted at first, because I thought I had a limited supply of writing in me, and I thought writers wrote in order to (eventually) get paid for writing. Why give it away for free? But then I realized that there are a lot of people out there hungry to read about other people's even relatively boring lives, so why not mine? It's time to get on the bandwagon.
I'm at my internship volunteer job at Cultural Survival. I have been trying to see if I can figure out what kind of equipment is used for low power radio broadcasting, so that I can guess at what the Spanish items are that the community radio stations in Guatemala have listed that they need, so that I can potentially find them online and help them try to get equipment cheaper than they can in Guatemala. Nobody on this end of the project has the technical know-how to do this, so it's all one big experiment- and I'm the one dinking around. Outside the sun is bright but there are piles of snow everywhere. I'll walk over to the Cambridge women's center for my shift soon, answering the helpline and facilitating a certain order of things there, as someone has to at all hours. Sometimes I want to quit all this running around, but on the days when I don't do it, I feel lethargic and sometimes can't even make myself go dink around at my art studio, or at home either. I become a listless consumer of my free subscription to Yoga Journal and no longer think I could write better articles. I think I'm getting over my temporary aversion to yoga. A Mexican friend in my dream asked last night, "How do you think a bioenergetic approach to yoga would go over?" I was so proud of him for being on top of this.