On Tuesday you told us what you slept in. Today, we want to know: How many people have you slept with?

Elaborate please, although you do not have to draw a picture as I do. Thank you.—-dancewu(dot)net

Hi George — what I meant was that the truths, stories, demands and expectations that so shape us when we are young, as well as the demands of the society we live in, can really lead us down paths that are not necessarily best for us, and much of what I learned from my Caltholic Church (Catholic Church one of the worst things that happened to me) upbringing as well as my nutty Irish mother and her family, my dad was killed by a drunk driver when I was four and my mother, who was a registered nurse (good job at that time) and had to work to supoort us put me into boarding school life. So, the truth is I didn’t know beans about much of anything that was useful and what I learned was not necessarily the truth for me. It’s a subject I am thinking about and plan to write about. I see that happening in the livew of kids today. From what I know about Chinese families, they can be very strict, hence affect the person who is brought up in that environment as you seem to be saying. I’m not sure our kids of today are being given useful information in many ways either though. Sex and drugs are serious adventures and can be extremely perilous today. In my view, learning about life and yourself and what you want as early as possible is a real plus, but survival has got to be a serious goal, too. I’m not sure enough people are aware of survival being an important goal these days or even what that means or how to describe it. I’m complaining that my teen generation went way to far one way and this generation seems to be going W A Y to far in another direction. I suspect the pendulum will be swinging back to something more useful — doesn’t it always. A 70 year old can still observe him/herself, take a look what is available in the world and place he lives in and the reasoning behind all of it and design a satisfying life for himself from now on. I guess I should add that I learned a lot in Berkeley and am working on reshaping the crazy life I have right now caring for my traumatically brain injured son. Trying to figure out how to help him live the best life he can and me too. Fairly challenging. He doesn’t pine for all he lost becaue of the drunk driver so much anymore and I am learning I have to drop all my thoughts of what he was, what he may have been and just let him enjoy himself — a mistake — I have been hanging onto what he was and could have been much to much. He was quite a kid and it’s hard to let go. He still has his great sense of humor though, plays a mean game of pool, always beats me at chess — no hi top victory; I just play with him because I love him, not a chess fan. Mark was a very good chess player before he got hurt, beat the second best player at the Mechanics library when he was 17. Mechanics is snotty intellectual group in San Francisco, but Mark could be kinda snotty, too, and certainly able to hold his own in the environment. Strong vital human being with drive and will that just wouldn’t stop. Will still there — wears me out if I don’t watch it and retreat when possible — hard to do. Our lives are there everyday and most of the great control that he also had in spades before he was hurt just ain’t there as much as I would like. Interesting life to be sure. I’m glad Mark is alive, we weren’t sure for several weeks after the accident, but sure wish handling the aftermath was not so hard. Things may change when all of our soldiers come home with their TBI’s, but it’s a heck of a way to get attention except that so far, the civilian TBI population is lil lost chickens in this busy world of ours for the most part. Always some kind of battle like California’s latest threats to our already limited funding. Der. der George, you weren’t expecting a book for an answer — zorry. AWK!

Sabina sounds like a lively person. That is great! I envy you. I think I am a half dead person by now. Although I still try to take walks every day, dance as much as possible, bench-press twice a day, but since the surgery three years ago, I am no longer the same person anymore. That is why I have such an urge to USE MY BEST TALENT to draw my past life as the way I witnessed it through my eyes. I have a good memory and the ability to illustrate it. For example, I could draw the floor plans of all the residences I ever lived in, I can draw faces I met from childhood either in caricature or representationally. I was always the top in drawing and design in all the classes I ever went to. Therefore I would be able to do this GRAPHIC AUTOBIOGRAPHY.—- I want to finish it before I am gone.—-dancewu(dot)net