Thursday, December 31, 2009

Past Events

2009
This past year has kept me busy with new ventures. Working with Native Voices at the Autry, as wardrobe mistress, box office manager, production assistant and finally director. I worked on Carolyn Dunn's Frybread Queen as Director for the staged reading, then got the opportunity to sit in the Playwright's retreat as Assistant Director and learn the ins and outs. In between that, I produced a few projects, helped out on casting and work with some wonderful people on a few webseries. Social networking and the internet have played a big part throughout the year. I also took the chance to try and finish my one person show. I've done a few readings and got some feedback, and finally have a name for the show. 

2008
September/October
I will be appearing in "My Wonderful Coma" by Sandy Boikian.
A 1989 car crash. A 2008 awakening.
October 9, 11, 17 at 7:30pm and October 19 at 4pm
Pasadena Chrisitian Center
2588 E. Colorado Blvd. Pasadena
Thursdays are pay-what-you-can
Regular Admission 10$
July
Will also appear as "Customer 1" in an upcoming webisode on Pursedogtv.com
New Agent! Talent Entertainment Networks, 15720 Ventura Blvd. Suite 510, Encino CA 91436, 818-783-4567
Walking on Turtle Island, check out the photo of my cool looking costume and make-up as well as the trailer.


March
Well I finished producing my first short with some friends and wow did it turn out great.
You can check it out for yourself if you'd like at:
Lee's Last Stand
Password: father
It's going to screen Saturday April 12, 2008
Alex Theatre, 216 N. Brand Blvd. Glendale, CA 91203
6pm-9:30pm
AWARDS SHOW 9:30pm-10:30pm, which we received 6 nominations for.
February
A busy month of pre-production as well as working at the Autry on their latest production: Teaching Disco Dancing to your Elders: A Class Presentation.

January
Here we are a new year is upon us. Things are slow right now due to the strike. So I'm working on producing my own short films now. I am working with Patricia Rigney and Robin Leabman in the 168 filmfest. So if you'd like to help out in any way, let me know, we'd love to have some help.
2007 
November

Working with the Autry again. I will be playing the part of the Rez Librarian, and Mama Bear.
Sunday, November 18th, 2007 2:00 PM
The Further Adventures of Super Indian
The Autry National Center, 4700 Western Heritage Way
Los Angeles, CA 90027
Price: FREE

The Further Adventures of SUPER INDIAN, a Radio Play by Arigon Starr (Kickapoo/Creek)
Don’t miss the next installment of Super Indian: faster than a rez rocket—stronger than bingo balls—more potent than wet socks! Join SUPER INDIAN, Mega Bear, and their talking dog Diogi, as they join forces to fight evil on the Leaning Oak Reservation.

September
Currently in Pre-Production for a short, learning the ropes on filming our own movie.
Staged reading at AFI, Weds. Sept 19. Playing Cathy, a friend of Esther's that introduces her to the wilds of Hollywood. Based on the one-person play Revolution by Estherleon. It's a fascinating story.
Auditioned and was accepted into the Santa Clarita Playhouse - Radio division.
On Sept. 14th at 7pm I will be appearing at the Arts Institute in Santa Monica in an evening of scenes to promote a new program that will be offered at the school.
Come and see a short film I'm in playing at the L.A. Shorts Filmfestival. It's called H-Detector and is playing at 5:15 Sept 6th at the AMC Burbank Town Center 6, 770 N. First St., Burbank, CA 91502.
Working and attending fabulous workshops at the Autry the weekend of Sept. 7-9.
August
Since May I have been taking writing classes in the hopes to complete a one person show that I started years ago. I've also been working with a member of the theatre group to write a short. Well right now it's either a short or a episodic. We'd like to have it filmed by the end of the year.
  • Worked on a french canadian voice over.
  • Some friends wrote a commercial for the Heinz competition and they need some behind the scenes help. I worked on props and costumes, it's just fun learning more about the film industry and what goes into making a commercial.
  • Here's a review of the Berlin Blues.
July
Happy Canada Day and Independence Day! This month was vacation time.

June
  • What an exciting month. After spending the last couple of months at the Autry. This month consisted of working with my theater company, LHPC. We spent the month preparing for investor meetings and recording the cliffhangers for our upcoming radio plays.
  • The weekend of June 22 was spent re-creating old time radio.
  • I've also been working on some writing projects.
May
The beginning of may took me to the east coast. I had the opportunity to travel to New York City and Washington D.C. I had never been there, so it was a great time. We had 3 shows in NY, then we were off to D.C for another another 3. My theatre company, Lost Hollywood Players, is furiously working on their upcoming schedule. We are in pre-production for an original play called Kaputnik. I am also responsible for the production and direction of Radio Plays, we have a weekend of shows that will be up one weekend in June.
Acting wise, I helped out a friend last minute. It was an evening of 10-minute plays that all centered around Starbucks and a gun.
April
April was a busy month. Working on 2 shows, both opening on the same weekend.
Also, a film I worked on last year will be premiering at the Newport Film Festival.
I'm also getting ready to go to New York City and Washingon D.C. with the Berlin Blues for 5 shows.

Shel's Shorts
Lost Hollywood Players Company
Presents Shel's Shorts By Shel Silverstein
"This ain't 'The Giving Tree'…"
Lost Hollywood Players Company, who brought you "Dylan" and "Lone Star, Laundry & Bourbon," present "Shel's Shorts," April 13-29 at The Actors Workout Studio in North Hollywood, and May 6th. at Moorpark College. This absurdly philosophical and hilarious collection of shorts from one of the great children's authors is meant entirely for adults! Each piece in this collection is scintillatingly "short," and ranges from a story about a clerk who only sells clothes that shrink to a woman who has married a dog. Witty, wicked, and surprising, this collection paints the master of subversive children's poetry in a whole new light.
Shel Silverstein (aka Uncle Shelby) was most known for his children's poetry and stories, as in "The Giving Tree," "A Light In The Attic," and "Where The Sidewalk Ends." However, he also turned his talents to adult works such as "Uncle Shelby's ABZ Book," "Hamlet: The Playboy Version," and dozens of songs ("A Boy Named Sue") and short plays. Lost Hollywood Players Company will be paying homage to Uncle Shelby's great cleverness in their staging of "Shel's Shorts." The company has added several new members to their talented crew recently and will be working in conjunction with Moorpark College for this production. Each piece will have a different director and cast to compliment the changing themes, but all will have a good time.
April 13-29 The Actors Workout Studio
4735 Lankershim Blvd , North Hollywood 91602

Super Indian
Join us for three performances of this funny new radio series, Super Indian, written by Arigon Starr and recorded live for a studio audience.
After eating tainted commodity cheese a young Hubert Logan discovers he has amazing powers that transform him into Super Indian. With his trusty sidekick Mega Bear, Super Indian uses these new found powers to foil evil on the Leaning Oak Reservation. Don’t miss an exciting moment of action as Super Indian and Mega Bear rocket to the rescue of those in need!
Friday, April 13 at 8 pm, Saturday, April 14 at 2 pm and 8 pm

The Berlin Blues finally opens.
A large German conglomerate descends upon a small Canadian reserve with visions of building the world's largest Native theme park, “Ojibway World”. This theme park comes complete with bumper canoes, a dream catcher made of laser beams, and Dances With Wolves: The Musical. This zany world gives us insight into love and losses in the land of the Ojibway!
March 1-25, 2007

February
Rehearsal have begun for the Berlin Blues. Everyday, 6 days a week, I go to work (at my "real" job) then at lunch rush over to the Autry until 6pm. I am having so much fun.
Did another French Canadian voice-over.
January


Here we are in a new year again, geez it feels like just yesterday it was 2006, but anyway, Happy New Year, hope your new year is Fun! I am currently working with my fabulous theatre group LOST HOLLYWOOD PLAYERS to set up our 2007 season.

I was also just cast as the understudy for The Autry's Berlin Blues.
I so enjoy working with kids. So for the next week I will be working with the Autry National Center and their Young Native Playwrights program. Kids from the Southern California Indian Center come and learn how to write a play, then have their finished product read on stage by professional actors.
2006

November
I just got cast in the short "The Visit" playing a nurse. That's something different. Filming is the first 2 weekends in December, so I'll get back to you on how that goes.

Don't forget to watch me on Passions on November 24th.
Working again with the wonderful people at the Autry. This year I was involved with the staged reading of Super Indian, that will be the first radio play.

October
At the wrap party for movie Phoenix , I found out the producers have now renamed the movie Junction.
Filming the part of the noisy neighbor Maria in May I have this dance?
Working on the short film H-Detector as "Woman in glasses"
Lost Hollywood Players company was invited to perform Lone Star and Laundry & Bourbon for a one night only on October 14 at the beautiful Moorpark College campus for the theatre department. Rumor has it that the author's son goes to school there.
Filmed three segments of Craft Lab on the DIY Network.
Taped an episode of Passions, as what else "Native American". I'll keep you posted on when it'll play.
Booked a short film "May I have this Dance", where I'll be playing Maria, the kind and caring neighbor.
September
Laundry & Bourbon has been extended one more weekend.
Finished filming the feature film Phoenix, filmed in both Los Angeles and Phoenix. The thriller is produced by Women on Top Productions, a new woman-owned company.
August
My first voice-over. It was a great experience. Even better was that it was in French.
July & August
Lost Hollywood Players Company

Presents:

"Lone Star, Laundry & Bourbon" is the compilation of two one acts by James McLure. Texas, 1979, on the edge of a desert. What happens when a Vietnam veteran's prized 1959 pink Thunderbird convertible gets put through a tree? Well, you drink. What do you do when your husband hasn't shown up in two days and you just found out you're pregnant? (p.s., you slept with his brother) Well, you might consider drinking then, too. It may sound Jerry Springer, but these shows are filled with great heart and humor and a sense that, hey, you just might know these people.

Opening August 4th
Come see Jennifer in Laundry & Bourbon as Elizabeth
Actors Workout Studio
4735 Lankershim Boulevard North Hollywood, California 91602
June
Filming Jonathan Moon. I play Officer Janette Peters. Its a sci-fi adventure that will also be a graphic novel.
Preparing for the premiere of Lost Hollywood Players first production.
Working with Women On Top Productions for the feature film Phoenix
Filming an episode for National Geographic entitled Alien Astronauts. You can see pictures of me as cavewoman. Fun.
May
Working on the film Saving Sam as a stand-in.
April
On stage at the Alex Theatre in Glendale performing in the Vagina Monologues.
Working with Lost Hollywood Players on a series of one act plays.
March
Filming Esperanza. Playing the mother of a young maquilladora worker who meets a tragic death.
Traveling to Sydney Nova Scotia for another hockey tournament. We get to play against the NHL old-timer team.
February 23, 2006
Additional screenings, If you missed it the first time, have no fear.
NATO/OTAN by Gabriela Sosa will be screening again!!! Don’t miss this event!
Starts at 7:00 to 10pm on Wed. Feb 23 as part of N.A.L.I.P.’s SHORTFLIX program.
January 29, 2006
Vegas and hockey? Not usually 2 words you hear together, but yes, they play hockey in the desert. I just returned from a tournament in Vegas. Lets just say that Vegas is totally different when you're too tired to go out and cruise the strip, much less driving back and forth between rinks to drink. We did come out victorious though. It was the first time most of us had played together, and we did pretty good. Pictures will be up soon.

Jan 21, 2006
Young Native Playwrights
Working with the Young Native playwrights for the second year in a row is an amazing experience and I am so fortunate to have the opportunity to work with these young talents.

Jan 1, 2006
Happy New Year
I thought since its a new year, it's time for a new look. I've got new pictures, what else could I ask for? This is just the starts of my ramblings, so let's see how this goes

2005
November
  • New Management
  • Filming Footprints on the Trail where she plays a College Councilor.
  • Working with a wonderful group of American Indian actresses for the upcoming production of Rez Girls. Her character Jackie, is the tough sidekick to C.J. played by Delanna Studi.
  • Also, busy playing the lead in Rosa. A film about mistaken identity and the wrong mailing address.
  • On the theatre side, Jennifer is working as Stage Manager for her theatre company's production of Dickens's Sikes and Nancy.
  • She is also working with Native Voices as Assistant Director for their staged reading of Tombs of The Vanishing Indian.
October

NATO/OTAN Premiering at the Los Angeles Latino International Film Festival. LALIFF Schedule
NATO/OTAN will be showing at Cinespace on October 22, 2005 - 1pm.


August
The Actors Creative Workshop proudly presents Jennifer Bobiwash in a professional, intimate INDUSTRY SHOWCASE with our exceptionally trained talent.
MONDAY, Aug. 15th & THURSDAY, Aug. 18th

Location: Dream City Studio--2401 B West Magnolia Blvd., Burbank, CA
Online: www.trulyacting.com

June and July
“When You Comin’ Back, Red Ryder?” by Mark Medoff Medoff’s 1973 play, set “at the end of the 60s,” focuses on a dangerous war veteran who takes hostage a group of customers in a New Mexico diner.
Cast: Robin Leabman as Teddy, Chris Budreau as Red, Jennifer Bobiwash as Angel, Patricia Rigney as Clarisse, Tommy Bruno as Richard, Fleet Cooper as Mr. Clark, Bruce Kennedy as Lyle and Kristen Agee as Cheryl and Directed by Chris Dickerson.
Opening June 9 and continuing thru July 17
Steve Allen Theater 4773 Hollywood Blvd.

April and May
This month I have been focusing on getting back to class, as well as continuing meetings with the East Hollywood Players Company.
Working on a short entitled "NATO/OTAN", playing a Native American Pentagon associate.
March
Jennifer is actually in both cast 1 and 2 of...The Hollywood Fight Club Theater Presents

Presents "A Boys' Life" by Howard Korder
HFC brings you the comedy "Boys' Life". This satirical modern classic traces the misadventures of three former college buddies who make their way in the big city. The play "puts sexual insecurity among under-30 males under the microscope, and the result is a satisfying and thoughtful work by a fresh playwriting voice," said Variety.

DATES:
March 4th through March 27th
Fridays: 9 PM
Saturdays: 8 PM
Sundays: 7 PM
LOCATION: Hollywood Fight Club Theater, 6767 Sunset Blvd., Hollywood, CA 90028
January and February
If you want a full day of Jennifer, come and see her at the Festival of Young Native Playwrights at Museum of the American West in Griffith Park, January 29th @ 2pm. Young playwrights were paired with mentors and learned the basics of playwriting, with the highlight of the their plays being read on stage. Admission is free.

Then go and see her in the evening at: East Hollywood Players Company Presents:
Women Under the Influence
When: January 21, 22,28,29 & February 4 & 5
Curtain is at 8:00 pm
Just Added January 30th
Curtain is at 2pm
Where:
Friends & Artists Studio
1866 N. Vermont Ave., Los Angeles, CA 90046


2004

November and December
  • Worked with the Autry Museum and their staged reading of Kino and Teresa. It was fun experience to be a part of, as well as having the opportunity to meet fellow Native American actors, what a pleasure.
  • Completed a short film - The X where I play an neurotic ex-wife who has just come to her senses after abandoning her husband and child, and now she wants the kid back.
  • Also completed supporting role as a mother in another short. I was mom to a young DJ wannabe, but he wasn't that good, so he had to come to that conclusion on his own.
  • Did some print work, played a Doctor, for Pfizer.
  • And rounded out the month by appearing in a music video as a choir member.
  • I have been taking different writing classes with the hopes of mounting a one-person show. But in the last class I took, I was inspired to go even further. I would like to do a documentary. So I am diligently working on information gathering.
  • Rehearsal will also be starting shortly for East Hollywood Theatre Company's production of Women Under the Influence.
October
  • Just wrapped "Making Sense of Crazy" in Hollywood. We had a great run, with a full theatre every night, thanks to all those who attended.
  • Did a PSA for the UN.
  • Next up I'll be at the Autry Museum helping out with the staged reading of "Kino & Teresa".
August
  • Just closed "Women under the Influence..." by Chris Dickerson. It was an evening of 1 person scenes.
  • Wrapped filming for "Manhater".
  • Next up is the taping of "Women under the Influence" in September.
  • Then back to the stage in "Making Sense of Crazy" in October

2009 Comes to a close

To all our friends and family out there! As we sit here and write this blog, it's hard to believe the year is almost over. Getting old sucks! Gone are the days when any vacation felt like it lasted forever.  Now you can't close your eyes too long without time flying by.

2009 has brought a few changes to our blog.  We haven't been travelling much since Jen ends up working a lot of weekends in different forms of production be it theater, film or web content.  Rob is thus relagated to lounging around the house watching some sporting event. 

If you're new to our blog, welcome to our travels in food since we don't seem to travel much.  We mostly stay-cay.  Most of our photos were posted under either of our Facebook pages and never made it here.  So here is a little slide show of our year.  It's the best way to see what we've done.  We'll continue to post photos when we actually leave the comfort of our home. 

insert slide show here

If you're keeping score, Rob's last job was working for Oltman's Construction.  He finally got laid off in September after having his hours cut to 4 days a week (a fact that he loved, since his day off was Friday).  He lounged around the house, taking a breather for a bit until November when he felt the need to go hunting.  During his 36 hour drive to Montana, he would send Jen text messages of his whereabouts, until he lost reception in the middle of the State. 

Jen's year was filled by working in different production capacities at Native Voices at The Autry, one of the country's only Native theatres.  Being self-employed now since 2007, has kept her busy, with clients ranging from a writer, a lawyer and a race-car driver.  Never a dull moment!  At last count she had 10 different jobs, and she actually gets paid for some of them.

Hockey is always a constant in both their lives.  Jen is playing in two different leagues, a women's and a men's (where she is the only girl in the league).   She also  played in two tournaments, one in Vegas in January and the other in Phoenix in May.  Though they did actually leave the city, it wasn't really a vacation, since you're always waiting to play the next game.  Rob is doing well in his league since his team changed leagues and his team no longer plays against Jen's (that was fun!).

Summer was spent going to Angel's baseball games.  The advantage of working for a construction company with season tickets, free parking and a discount at the bar!

Visitors this year were a plenty.  Including Jen's mom and dad once, Jen's dad and brother another time, and Rob's sister Chonne and her son Gavin twice. 

My apologies for writing in the third person, but since both of us are writing this, it just makes more sense. 

Jen's schedule got a bit crazy as the year came to a close, so our cards never made it to the post office.  But we did want to reach out to our friends far and wide.  So please know you are in our thoughts.  Have a fabulous holiday a wonderful new year.

We'll see you in 2010!  We have quite a few adventures planned, so it should be fun!
Jen & Rob!

Tuesday, December 29, 2009

Acting Notes

  • What are the things that haunt me or make me feel insecure and what can I do about them? I am just the victim of this stuff, what can I do to tack it and get over it?
Class with Duane Daniels
  • Surprise yourself by: what you're going to say and how you're gonna say.
  • Consider the opposite of what your line is
  • Avoid being logical, don't make sense
  • Playing the opposite or not logical let's you the actor create a vaccum that the audience can fall into and feel comfortable with your performance because you're not giving them the answer
  • Your job as an actor is not to give the answer but to provide more questions
  • Playing opposite of my intial choce
  • See who this character could be

Thursday, December 10, 2009

When Wanda was little


When I was little, my mother would not let me cut my hair.  She wanted a little girl who's hair she could braid and put pretty ribbons in.   She would parade me around like I was a doll.  I can't recall what I looked like to my mothers high society friends, but when I look at pictures, I imagine I am Sacagewea visiting the Old World.  The faces of my childhood looked nothing like mine, yet I didn't feel different.  One year I even dressed in some faux suede fringy dress, that was the rage at the time, for school pictures, by hair in tiny braids on either side of my head.  What was I thinking?   Did I not know I was indian?  Was I taking a stance?  For which side I'm not sure, but a stance all the same.   Did this long hair make me more indian and I didn't know it?   I did eventually cut my hair.  I walked into the hair dressers alone, my mother couldn't bare the horror of a lifetimes worth hair being chopped in one fell swoop.  Andrea, my family stylist, asked me several times before she actually did it.   I assured her that yes, this is what I wanted as I showed her the photo of some hair model I had found "hair catalogue" that salons carry.  I was 12, how was I supposed to know that I had an odd shaped head, and that hair is not supposed to go that short.  Regardless, she braided my hair in a long braid that almost reached my lower back.  She tied it nicely with a bow, and asked one last time if I was sure.  I nodded and she began to chop through my massive braid.  Once done, she handed it to me.  I didn't cry, I just placed it in my lap, content the did was done.
I watched as Andrea combed my now ear length hair.

 When I got home, I rolled it into a tight coil and placed in a ziplock bag.  Every day for the rest of the school year, I carried that piece of me around. 

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

my little indian

Most days I feel no need to be indian, I am just a "regular" person. But today having conversations about Twilight and New Moon I am drawn to the subject. As I have not seen these movies I have no opinion on the movies themselves, but rather the movie industry in general.
I have never felt embarrassed to be indian before, but today I felt dirty. I read post after post about the casting of the film, and how misunderstood it is out there. I wanted to cry. I understand the feeling of most people and the comment on how it shouldn't matter what ethnicity the actor is to play the part, but tell me, doesn't it cheapen one's cultural upbringing by using another group? Casting tries to be open minded, but are shut down by the executives who sadly must have sold their souls to the devil. When entering the industry I'm sure there were some that were idealistic and wanted to change the world, and now they are beat down by wanting to keep their job and they have forgotten their long ago wish to change the world. This lackadasical feeling extends to the general public, who insist on not simply being (insert citizenship here), but cling to their ethnic roots like they knew something about them. So why is it that these same people balk at American Indians? What are we lesser because we didn't emigrate here? Ironic isn't it? This is our land, yet we are no more a citizen then someone who has just passed through customs. Our history is the stuff of legend. My people are in your history book, but yet I am still a visitor. There is no customs agent when I leave my part of this world, but yet when I do walk the streets I am still treated like a visitor.
Are we not a visible enough minority? What will it take? And just because we are brown, does not mean that any tan face can play our part.

Thursday, November 5, 2009

hair

I have a confession to make. I carry around a lock of my own hair. It's in a plastic bag in my purse, tied very loosely in with an elastic in a simple pony tail. Some days I forget about it and wonder when will I open up my bag and find that the bag has exploded and there is hair stuck to everything due to the static electricity of this dry day.
At first I had totally forgotten about it. I have had my hair long since I moved here. At first it was due to complacancy and not knowing what to do with myself, I have no fashion sense.

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

Anna


What do I want to do?  What do I want to be?  I want to be remembered.   I want to be a star.  I want to be a household name.  I want little indian kids to know my name and hang posters of me in their room.  I want people to want to be me.  What am I doing towards this?  Nothing.  Nothing at all and everything at the same time.  I am trying to get to my  imfamy in any way I can.  But instead of focusing my energies in one direction, I am accept any challenge that is presented to me in the hopes that this will be the one.  My holy grail to instant stardom.  Today I was stopped in my tracks by a friend and person whose opinion I value.  She asked "What do you want to do?".  Tears welled in my eyes.  I tried to fight them back, I didn't want this ridiculous question to melt me, but it did.  I stood there in silence, just shaking my head, I don't know.  She stood in front of me feeling my pain knowing exactly how I felt.  She asked "what did you want to be when you were 9?"  This question was in the hopes of helping me figure out what I wanted to be.  But it didn't.  My answer "an astronaut".  This answer stopped her.  "Well, that doesn't help".  I guess you could still be an astronaut.  Was there anything else?  I stopped and took another deep look inside.  Well there is something else.  I wanted to be a model.  I had forgotten about that.  Why was that?  Have you ever stopped to think where those dreams come from and why?  An actor, a model.  I wanted to be that face up there.  So there is my answer right?  So don't take the job.  Don't do it.  That isn't something you want to do for the rest of your life.  But...but...but...but.........what do I do?  I don't like not having money.  I don't like thinking of myself as poor and limiting luxuries I once didn't think twice of.  But I am in this self imposed hell by myself.  My partner has not accepted this.  Does she not understand our predicament.  YOU DON'T HAVE A JOB ANYMORE!  You don't work!  You cannot still live like you used to.  Maybe you should stop smoking?  How much is a pack of cigarette?  Why didn't you pack your lunch today?  You ate out again?  No, we cannot go our for mojitos!  Do you know how much those fuckers are?  and especially since you can't just stop at one.  You become a sloppy drunk that I just want to slap.  So yes I have to take the job, and perhaps shortcut my childhood dreams because I am thinking of us and our future and you are being a selfish bitch.  Yes, I am a martyr.  I have sacrificed for us.  You, you selfish c-word are considering me.  You are not thinking of me, of us, of our future.  Fine you want some comforts of life, but what about when we're old and gray what will we do then.  I don't want to be some crazy old bag lady that hs to live on the streets.  We don't have kids, so I can't go and mooch off them.  Yes, I am being selfish!  But it's only because no one is thinking about me, but me!

Thursday, October 8, 2009

Pooley Speaks


Hey little one, ya wanna see a picture of my daughter?  This one is when she graduated from high school.  She had just won a scholarship, and she was so happy since it would pay for all her books, which was nice since she wanted to be pre-med.   This one is when she broke her arm when she fell off the monkey bars.  It was a miserable summer, she couldn't go swimming like all the other kids, she even tied a garbage bag over her arm one time, silly girl.  She was always at the hospital for some reason or another, maybe that's why she wants to be a doctor.  This one is my favorite! She was eight, and she had begged her mom and me to be a dancer.  So Catherine, her mom made her this dress.  Nova was so excited that she went to see my mother-in-law and they started making the jewelry and decoration for her dress.  After her first day she came home with earrings that she didn't take off for a week, finally one night she musta had a bad dream because in the morning her cheeks were all scratched up. 

Thursday, September 24, 2009

Part 2

I can't answer him right now. I have had a hard day, too many decisions being made today. This is not supposed to be my life. Why am I overanalyzing and truly giving a rats ass?
I can remember when I was little, I would tell my mom about my perfect grown-up life. The wedding would be fairytale like. A huge flowy wedding dress, beaded and silky, a tiny tiara holding up my veil. The whole thing would take place in a large cathedral with tons of people there. Funny how I never really thought about who all these people were, much less that I was getting married in a church by a priest, something which 8 year old me struggled with daily. My groom would be someone who adored me, he would be tall, dark and handsome. The exact likeness of the prince in Cinderella, blue jacket, white pants and all. I would be ripped back to reality when my mother would ask how I was going to pay for this lavish affair. I would answer with "isn't that where you come in". She answered "no" every time, and every time I would tell her she would not be invited then. Funny how when it came time to getting married, I actually thought back to that and did not want to go back on my word of not inviting her. She laughed when I told her this and she said she'd find out and disrupt the wedding anyway.

I was 10 when I discovered I had to marry an Indian guy or lose my status. How absurd is that? It's the 1980s, not the 1880s this was still a law. Indian and Northern Affairs Canada (INAC) policy was "that if a native woman married a non-native man, she would lose her status". If a native man married a non-native woman it was perfectly fine. The non-native woman could even apply for Indian status without having an inkling of blood quantum. I was furious at this. I think this is when my crusade for urban Indians began, but I can't be sure. My first letter to INAC was written when I was 10. I wanted them to know how they were messing with my self esteem and my impressionable young mind. Were these not the 80s, when women were taking to the workforce, becoming captains of industry as well as the perfect homemaker. They could do it all. But as an Indian woman I could not have it all. My love life was being dictated by some bureaucrat. You're probably thinking "no it wasn't". But yes it kind of was. For me to honor my heritage and be true to my family, I would have to marry another indian. I do have to admit, my young mind wandered and likened the romance to once again a fairytale, where the princess had to marry someone of nobility, leaving behind her true love, who would come in and profess his love during the ceremony and then they would run off and live happily ever after. In the late 80s the law was changed, and all the women who had lost their status due to marriage could apply to get it back. But nothing happened to the non-native women who were now still carrying around their tribal status cards. They got to stay indian, and what about their kids? How does the math work on their blood quantum? I don't think it matters, since according to INAC I am 80% indian and my younger sister is 60%? They are bureaucrats after all and not mathematicians.

My childhood fantasy also included two children, twins of course, a boy and a girl so I could have my perfect family all at once and only have to suffer through the pain of labor once. (I would only realize later in life that I could pay someone to endure the imperfections of pregnancy). But now as an adult, I really don't want to do it. First off, I'm too old, my mother had me at a young age and I liked our proximity in age. Secondly, I am way too selfish, and lastly I don't want my child to be less indian. I have this hidden sense of indian pride that peeks its head out on occaision.

When I was younger and dating, I always envisioned what my kids would look like with whomever I was dating at the moment. Their blood quantum never entered into my thoughts. They were just bundles of joy from this perfect union. But when the reality of it's status hit me, my ex didn't like me very much. I knew I was doomed when I awoke feeling nautious. What was I going to do? I could not bring a baby into this world? It would be 1/2 of 80, then their children would be 1/2 of that and so on, and soon any glimmer of indianness and heritage would be gone.

I stared at the old man contemplating the actions of my day and he just stared back, still waiting for my answer. "Vic, I'll have another".

Questions:
Do you understand the last part and did she have the baby?"
If she was still pregnant and drinking would you like her less?
Did she have an abortion. would you like her less?

Monday, September 14, 2009

Canadian Thanksgiving

The history of Thanksgiving in Canada goes back to an explorer, Martin Frobisher, who had been trying to find a northern passage to the Orient.  Having landed in the Baffin Islands, in the year 1578, he held a formal ceremony to give thanks for surviving the long journey. The feast was one of the first Thanksgiving celebrations in North America, although celebrating the harvest and giving thanks for a successful bounty of crops had been a long-standing tradition throughout North America.  First Nations and Native Americans throughout the Americas, organized harvest festivals, ceremonial dances, and other celebrations of thanks for centuries prior to the arrival of Europeans in North America.
During this time, French settlers, having crossed the ocean and arrived in Canada with explorer Samuel de Champlain, also held huge feasts of thanks. They even formed 'The Order of Good Cheer and gladly shared their food with their First Nations neighbours.

Thanksgiving days were observed beginning in 1799 but did not occur every year. After the American Revolution, American refugees who remained loyal to Great Britain moved from the United States and came to Canada. They brought the customs and practices of the American Thanksgiving to Canada. The first Thanksgiving Day after the Canadian Confederation was observed as a civic holiday on April 5, 1872 to celebrate the recovery of the Prince of Wales from a serious illness.
Starting in 1879 Thanksgiving Day was observed every year but the date was proclaimed annually and changed year to year. The theme of the Thanksgiving holiday also changed year to year to reflect an important event to be thankful for. In the early years it was for an abundant harvest and occasionally for a special anniversary.

After WWI, both Remembrance Day and Thanksgiving were celebrated on the Monday of the week in which November 11 occurred. Ten years later, in 1931, the two days became separate holidays.  On January 31, 1957, the Canadian Parliament proclaimed:
"A Day of General Thanksgiving to Almighty God for the bountiful harvest with which Canada has been blessed … to be observed on the 2nd Monday in October."

Thursday, September 3, 2009

Helper?

With all this writing and ideas popping into my head, I need something to help me keep everything in check. It's wonderful how, as much as things progress we always long for things we once had.

Saturday, August 29, 2009

It’s just a movie

Ok, we’ll go see the film, but I think it’ll make me cry, so we should pack some tissues.  Remind me, ok?  You know what, I don’t want to go, it’s too far and I’ll have to get dressed since they’ll be people there…pizza, we should have pizza tonight, since Monday is fried chicken night.  Umm, yeah, the pizza’ll take at least 20 minutes and since we’re taking the subway, we have to leave soon, so…I guess it’s pizza!  Yeah, pizza!!! Ok, just kidding you warm something up in the microwave and I’ll go get dressed.  Fuck, fuck, fuck!!!! Ok, calm down we’re really going so…fuck I gotta look indian, what do I have to look indian?  Damn…Ok, there’s these cheesy dream catcher earrings my mom just sent me (snicker) what self respecting indian wears copper etched silver earrings?  I guess they’re cool in a futuristic indian  of the 21st century way, oh, I could wear the shell earrings the kids from camp made me with the shells?  I wish I had more turquoise.  I’m gonna wear a scarf, because I may get cold, that works since I don’t have any necklaces except the two bone chokers and that would be too much.  Oh, there’s this one, the tan/bone looking beads that look normal but could pass for indian.

 

 

So Vic, tell me about documentaries? You went to film school right? I mean what's the point when you follow your subjects around for a day, then cut that down to grueling hour and a half. I rather not name names, but the title rhymes with "the SCHM-exiles". The program said it was released in 1961 and nothing much came of it's director afterwards, and it was filmed in the mid 50s when he, the director, was still a student. Not that I am a cinefile by any stretch of the imagination, and I can't or don't, wax poetic about a film..."oooh it was beautifully shot...the chemistry between the actors was unbelievable..." I am sure that I should have seen some cinematic greatness in the film, but to me it's just like a really bad home movie.

While watching it I am reminded of the weekend drives to the rez, when I would visit my boyfriend. I couldn't call him to tell him I was coming, because they didn't have a phone. So then I would worry sometimes when the cab dropped me off and drove away, what if no one was home? I'd have to then hope the store was still open, so I could call for a ride back to town. My walk through the snow, on the worn path between the houses was long and cold. I'm not sure why I never got dropped off in front of the house, maybe it was because I didn't want to pay extra or that I didn't want the cab driver to know where I was going, because then my dad might find out, then I'd be grounded again for another month. He didn't grow up on the rez, neither did I, but I did have contact with it and he didn't really like that. Looking back, the secret trips made me sad. My boyfriend was the middle child, 17, and he and his brothers pretty much fended for themselves. His parents worked out of town, and for all the times I'd been there I'd never met them. Their uncle, who was strung out most of the time, was supposed to keep an eye on them, but he usually brought the people over to party. It was sad, there was rarely food in the house, the fridge didn't have food, but a few beer, I always had to bundle up, because the heat was rarely on.

intro to pooley

hey Vic, you went to film school right?  tell me the point of the documentary, b/c dude I don’t get I mean if it’s supposed to bore you for two hours by telling you what the fuck these people have done for the past 12 hours, then it sure as fuck did that for me.

yeah yeah yeah old man, I hear you.  Just go get him what he wants, I’m cool.

 

Hey Victor!  Wanch’a set me up again? yeah yeah the usual, A SHOT OF WHISKEY AND A BEER. I come in here ever’y day how can you forget that?   So like I was telling you about the casino money, ummm, the check didn’t come in this week, so I’ma gonna have to put this one on my tab ok?  yeah i know I owe you some money… I know, I know this is my last drink.  ok enough victor, I’ll drink real slow, watch.  thanks man.  hey little one, what movie did you see?  was it into the west? where they show all them indians coming across or was it dreamcatcher or weaver, where they had all mystical and spiritual shit and why is it when they make a movie they have to make it in 5 parts, seriously they’re only telling the one story, the same god damn story every time.  these white people they don’t get it little one, like dream catcher or keeper or whatever the fuck that one was supposed to be.  they’re sharing our stories but but you think the white man saw anything in that?  I don’t think so…so anyway little one, tell me this movie you saw.

um well its a documentary based here in L.A. in the 50s some film student hung out with these indians for a night and he filmed them, and I didn’t grow up on the rez, but I went to school with them it was just and it was just I mean if thats what they wanted to show, they didn’t have to waste 2 hours of my life showing all we do is drink beer and figure out who we’re going to mooch off next, those were the indians I knew and the fights and hey lets throw in some traditional dancing and drumming I think  for the time 1950-something, yeah it was good, but really it was just sad and pathetic.  it was just another day on the reservation i think, that’s what you do.  I guess it’s kinda nice to see no matter where you go, that’s your life you know you don’t change, you don’t assimilate.  you know, i just, I wanted to know…more about the people, what it did make me think of was the presenters and what they talked about before hand, and it’s not just this particular movie, but I think it’s people in general they always make this assumption of what this movie is supposed to be, ok my first problem, dude, they’re indians they’re not native americans that term was not even in use at the time of the movie in the mid 50s.  people should know that at this period in american history we as a people where being forced into submission, treaties that had given us some dignity were now being taken away from us because it was good land, everyone being p.c. i’m just fn indian.

Really little one, what tribe are ya? 

Oh I’m ojibwe

oh nishnab

yeah I guess

what’sa matter little one?

look, i don’t…you know …ok here’s my problem, I don’t …I just…i hate being indian today, I hate having to prove myself everytime I turn around…

well why’dja gotta prove yourself?

b/c!!!! because I have to prove myself to all these other friken people who want to be indian. i want to understand why they want to be indian. there’s no glory to it, you know, theirs' no..no..we don’t get a parade on columbus day, oh our great festival is thanksgiving because the indians whatever that mythic story is…it’s a joke to be indian i don’t get it.

so ahhh, so why do you want to be indian then?  why do you walk around with your all your silver and junk, bone chocker, it’s a nice one btw

ok look, i want…i just want ppl to know i’m indian, i don’t want ppl to think i’m mexican, i’m not fn mexican.  and you’re mexican you’re not indian, native american, you have your own country. fine! fine you’re indian from down there why do you want a piece of this shit.  i don’t  get anything, I get a motherfucking headache if anything oh i get to have a pow wow yeah!, i get to have frybread, you know ok dont get me wrong i love frybread, i know…i get to cry everytime I watch an indian movie b/c of it’s simplification and you know people don’t know even we exist!  you know maybe that’s it, that’s why i have to walk around and be indian, to show people we exist and we’re still around.  I EXIST.  I don’t live on the tiny little patch of land, this glorious spread of land that the government has so kindly given to me, in my huge mansion that i can buy with my casino money, i don’t, i don’t live that life, i don’t talk the talk.

why don’t you learn little one?

b/c i don’t. you know i really really want to know more, but I wnat to know more for the right reasons, i want to know more b/c i want to know, not b/c i have some point to prove that I’m indian, so i can out indian the wannabees, you know, dude ,there is a tiny little indian in my head.  you know most people have an angel and a devil on either shoulder, well I have a little white person, and no, we’ll just call him neutral, if neutrals a colour and on my other shoulder is my litle indian.  she’s all dressed up, she lookes like a little cupie doll of an indian, her little braids ,her tiny buckskin dress with fringe, the single feahter at the side of her head the long braids just brushing her shoulders…that’s the little indian in my head that talks to me.  i’m not sure if you had to equate the indian to, the angel or the devil, i’m not sure which one she would be

really little one, you wanna be indian?  hey victor, set her up with my usual.. see that shot there in front of you?  drink it. then come back tomorrow and drink another, and the day after that another, you know what, welcome to my being indian, oh then maybe later we’ll go to the doctor, so he can me what a fat ass I am and how i oughta be eatin better, and that if i don’t get my weight down, i’m sure to get diabetes like everybody else in my family.  i’m the last one who doesn’t y’a know.  my older sister had to have her leg amputated cuz she had diabetes you wanna know what it is to be indian little one?  come home with me to the reservation when I visit people when i visit my family, come home with me and drive down the unpaved roads that have pot holes that will swallow your car whole, when we get outta the car, the dogs run up to you looking for love, who do they belong to? who knows? and they just run around free.  we’ll bring some groceries to my mother who’s still there we’ll bring her some milk and vegetables, we’ll pay her bills so that’s what my being indian is little one

Sunday, August 23, 2009

Sunday farmers market

I have a gray distrust for chili. I imagine it more beany than just ground meat. It was not until today I realized it's named after the spice, I never really thought about it.

Rob tried the award winning Primerib chili. Now, I cautioned him against getting his hopes up only to be let down again by a vendors award wining meal. I took 2 spoonfuls of the dark blend of meat. One to test, the other to form an opinion. It was very rich. Rob told me to be careful of the chili (hence my explanation of chili), not really that hot and a bit salty for me, although I have cut salt out of my life.

It wasn't horrible Chilli like that God Awful place Chilli Johns in Burbank or that other place in Sherman Oaks, but it wasn't the best. The best is usually some guy who has worked on his recipe for years perfecting it with beans and without. This stuff was good don't get me wrong. The chilli spice had a little bit of a smoky flavor and the meat was high grade, but didn't make me say "OH SHIT" I gotta get more of this stuff. Kinda of like how a crack addict probably feels the first time they suck the devil dick. Thats what I'm talking about that first taste that just makes you go "OH SHIT THATS GOOD!" but this stuff was pretty good just not that good. We did have the Hollywood ambieance of getting panhandled at least once and did find what the people next to us said was the best tamales in town. As a matter of fact the older mexican women came up and found the girl next to us and told her she had made flour free tamales for her. I have had only a couple of great tamales in my life and once you've had that everything else is a bunch of shit. I gotta check out grandma next week.

Wednesday, August 19, 2009

50 things to do in L.A.

1) Cocktail punch at the Radio Room in The Edison
2) Chili dog from
Pink’s - DONE3) Rattlesnake and rabbit with jalapeno at Wurstkuche
4) Korean short ribs taco from Kogi BBQ taco truck
5)
Great Los Angeles Walk
6) Ajo Garlic Ramen at
Ramenya
7) Sour Kraut Cocktail from Copa d’Oro
8) Red velvet cupcake from
Sprinkles - DONE
9) Singing Elvis at
Palms Thai
10)
Churro from churro cart at Disneyland
11)
Junk food dessert platter at Simon LA
12) Dessert tasting menu at
Providence
13) Classic martini at
Musso & Frank Grill
14) Roasted bone marrow at
Church & State
15) Pedal boat at
Echo Park Lake
16) Bowling and $4 cocktails at
Shatto 39 Lanes
17) Kobe-style beef at
Park’s BBQ
18)
Mulholland Drive from 405 to 101
19) Medicina Latina at
Malo
20)
Father’s Office burger
21) Maple bacon doughnut at
Nickel Diner
22)
Mashti Malone’s lavender ice cream
23)
Red Line Metro barhop - DONE
24) Live music at
Spaceland
25)
Magic Mojito at Bar Centro at the Bazaar by Jose Andres
26) Wine tour through
San Antonio Winery
27) Sample everything at
Scoops ice cream
28)
Bike from Santa Monica to Hermosa Beach and back
29) Mochi from
Mikawaya Little Tokyo
30) Broiled San Francisco stuffed French toast at
Starling Diner
31) Mojito sampler jelly shots at
Bar Nineteen12
32) High Tea at
Royal/T
33) Pimp your own burger at the
Counter in Santa Monica
34) Carne asada burrito from Tacos Tumbras A Tomas at
Grand Central Market
35) Diddy Riese Chocolate Chip Cookies
36) Ride the mechanical bull at Saddle Ranch and have a premium
SR AMF
37) Greyhound Proper at
Hungry Cat
38) Blue cheese fries at
Pete’s Cafe and Bar
39)
L.A. Conservancy’s Historic Core walking tour
40)
21+ screenings at the ArcLight
41) Secret beef feast at
Totoraku
42)
Moonlight Rollerway
43)
Bartender’s Choice at Comme Ca
44) Tomato, mozzarella, sausage, salami, bacon & guanciale pizza at
Pizzeria Mozza
45) Ride the
Pacific Ferris Wheel at Santa Monica Pier
46)
Late-night Danger dogs
47) Bet on a horse at
Santa Anita racetrack - DONE
48) Loco Moco (foie gras loco moco, quail egg, spam, hamburger) at
Animal
49) Blood & Sand cocktail at
Tiki Ti
50) Tea and a stroll through
Huntington Gardens
51) Drive
Sunset Boulevard from Echo Park to PCH in a convertible
52) Double chocolate croissant pudding with Jack Daniels sauce at
Milk
53)
Hike from Fern Dell Drive to Mt. Hollywood, stopping at Griffith Observatory - DONE54) Meatball sandwich from Bay Cities Deli
55) Scorpion cocktail at
Hop Louie
56)
Magic Castle
57) Scoe’s No. 2 at
Roscoe’s Chicken & Waffles - DONE
58)
L.A. Conservancy’s Last Remaining Seats
59)
Philippe’s French Dip with hot mustard - DONE
60) Dim sum at
Empress Pavilion in Chinatown
61) Remember the Maine at the
Varnish
62) Omakase dinner at
Urasawa
63) LA Phil concert at
Walt Disney Concert Hall
64) Pool party at
Standard Rooftop Bar
65) Quarter chicken with side of garlic sauce at
Zankou Chicken
66) Goddess spa treatment at
Olympic Spa
67)
Vodbox at Nic’s Martini Lounge
68) Turkey dinner at
Clifton’s Cafeteria, don’t forget the green jello
69)
Los Angeles Marathon
70) Marty & Elayne at
Dresden Room - DONE
71) Coleslaw and sourdough toast at
Original Pantry
72)
Real Black Dahlia Tour by Esotouric
73) Ninotchka at
Bar Lubitsch
74) Stay in a bungalow at
Chateau Marmont
75)
Auntie Em’s Market dinner
76) Sunday wine tastings at
Silverlake Wine
77) Grilled cheese night at
Campanile
78) Power lunch at the
Polo Lounge
79) Cadillac Margarita at
El Cholo
80) Courtside at a Lakers game
81)
Angel City Derby Girls Tournament
82) Box seats at
Hollywood Bowl summer concert
83)
Dodger Dog at Dodger Stadium
84) Ride the
Good Year blimp
85) Sip mojitos poolside at the
Hotel Roosevelt’s Tropicana Bar
86) Ringside at
Lucha VaVoom
87)
Summer movie at the Hollywood Forever Cemetery
88)
History Walk from Mission San Gabriel to Olvera Street
89) Taro ice cream at
Fosselman’s
90)
Galco’s Soda Pop Shop
91) Apricot & Honey 75 at the
Penthouse during sunset
92)
Angel City Drive-In
93)
Downtown Art Walk
94) Bonfire at
Dockweiler Beach
95) Bingo at
Hamburger Mary’s
96) Karaoke at
Brass Monkey
97) Yee-Mee-Lu “blue drink” at
Good Luck Bar
98) Sunset dinner and horseback riding with
Sunset Ranch
99) American Food & Wine Festival

100) Hike to the top of SandStone Peak