Wednesday, March 29, 2017

THE MOROCCAN ELEPHANT

FIRST:  I want to thank everyone who responds to my blogs.  It really means quite a lot to me.  I get a very warm feeling of connection with you.  It makes a big difference, especially when I'm traveling alone.

SECOND:  I'm getting a feeling from people's responses that the lovely glow of my experiences here is convincing many of you to think of coming here.  But I confess I have neglected to mention the elephant in the room:  The status of women.


I haven't talked about how it feels to be in a country where so many women hide their faces.  It doesn't feel good!  So if you do come, expect to deal with your feelings about THAT.  

When I was in Agadir with Rosalia, it was different.  I was meeting and teaching strong, creative, outspoken young women, some of whom wear the hijab (headscarf).  I was getting to know Rosalia's  close women friends, some who wear hijab.  These are two highly self-selected groups of Moroccan women.  Even in Essaouira, Rosalia and I met a young woman in jeans (no scarf) who was a rapper that we were hoping to see perform.  

But now, in Marrakech, I only talk with men.   Sometimes I have a nice joking exchange with a man for a couple of minutes.  I have not dealt with a single woman shopkeeper.  Everywhere it's men, men, men, often telling me that they're selling goods made by a women's association in the bled (countryside).  They know people are interested in helping women and that makes their carpets cosmetics purses whatevers more attractive.  Maybe I should confront these men and ask why aren't WOMEN selling the goods if women made them?  Rosalia probably would!  (Yeah but part of me just wants to be on vacation.) 

I don't feel disrespected by the men here, but I know that's because I'm an old woman. And everywhere everywhere everywhere I look I see women in the full burka, with only their eyes showing.  Some wear gloves too, and it was really warm today.  I hate it.  It's hard for me not to hate THEM.  I have a visceral response, and Rosalia does too.  She tells me all the time it wasn't like this when she came here in 1988, that the Moslem fundamentalism has become much more widespread.  She feels every time one of her students decides to remove her headscarf, it's a victory for that girl's personal liberation.  She mourned when her good friend decided to start wearing one. 

As for me, the headscarf doesn't bother me visually.  For some reason, they all look like fairy princesses to me.  The politics of it are very abstract to me.

But the burka....  Not every one is a big black enveloping cloud.  They come in all styles and fabrics.  Yesterday I saw a group of people I'm sure were tourists from another Moslem country.  The women were dressed in modern pants and blouses.  Very summery clothes.  And they all had hats and full veils in matching prints.  One of them had a hat and veil with big red polka dots on white fabric.  The bizarre irony of concealing your identity with red polka dots... It got to me.  I wanted to scream at that woman, "What is WRONG with you?"  Maybe it's because I like polka dots so much.

Today I saw a woman in full burka walking holding hands with her very butch little girl who was wearing a baseball cap, t-shirt, pants, and cowboy boots.  Oh, do I wonder what that girl is going to do -- or be forced to do -- when she grows up.  

To see all these wonderful lively beautiful girls with their masked mothers... 

I know that many women feel they have no choice but to do it.  I know that some women DO choose to wear the full veil, as they're choosing to wear the hijab.  And I feel my own freedom personally threatened by every single veiled woman I see.

That's what's happening now. And what's the distant past?  I'm experiencing a little bit, staying in a 19th century Riadd.  Here's where I'm sitting right now:

This is one of the many pavilions in my riadd.  How many?  Five?  This is the most isolated one.  I came here because there's a lot of noise in the central patio, where the restaurant is.  The only noise here is the splashing of the fountain. Blissful.  And in between pavilions, there  are little nooks everywhere.  Here's a couple of nooks.


Oh yeah, and let's not forget the terraces.  Here's the terrace where I sat and wrote my last blog:

One could say that Riadd Sebban is a complete world unto itself.  A graceful, comfortable, elaborately decorated world.  As well it HAD TO BE because the women of this very rich merchant family NEVER LEFT THE HOUSE.  Never.  Women lived in total seclusion.  According to Paul Bowles, who wrote in the 1950's, there was a saying:  A good Moroccan woman only leaves the house three times in her life:  When she's born (she leaves the house of her mother's body), when she marries (when she actually DOES get to leave the house and hopefully even has a good time but probably not) and --- of COURSE -- when she DIES!   Does that sound like a great way for a human being to live or WHAT??

Bowles has absolutely no critique of this saying, not being a feminist.  And then all the male writers about this culture complain that the women really ARE evil, that half of them try to poison their husbands, they're always yelling and irritable.  But why WOULDN'T you get just a bit irritable if you could never leave the house, even such a beautiful house as this?  Just thinking about it makes me want to poison my husband.  Fortunately I've never had one of those.

So here I am reveling in the beauty and luxury of my riadd, which was built as a prison for women.  Traveling in a Muslim Arabic country brings up a lot of troubling issues.  

But dammit, I still want to have a good time and tell you all the cool things I'm seeing and doing!  So here's an argan tree (only found in Morocco) full of goats eating the argan berries. We actually saw this on the way to Marrakech.

In case you haven't heard yet, argan oil (made from the berries found in the goats' dung after they've digested the tough covering) is the new wonder food AND wonder cosmetic!  Put it on salad, and it cures your diabetes!  Rub it in your skin and it banishes your wrinkles!  We've got goats and Morocco to thank for this great advance.    That's all, folks!





Tuesday, March 28, 2017

ESSAOUIRA

Rosalia and I went to Essaouira, three hours up the coast from Agadir, to stay for several days, by grand taxi.  The little taxis are confined to their particular cities.  The grand taxis can take you anywhere.  Rosalia went to great effort to arrange through Mohammed, her friend and city taxi driver, for a "really nice" driver to take us to Esssaouira (three hours away), come back three days later to drive us to Marrakech (three more hours away), wait in Marrakech while we had lunch at the historic Mamounia Hotel (turned out to be three hours), and then drive Rosalia back to Agadir -- all for $240!

Achmed, the driver, stopped in a small banana-growing town to buy us bananas and bread, an action that won Rosalia's approval.  "You see?  That's real Moroccan hospitality.  They just love to have guests!"

Rosalia and I met in 1980 when I directed her in Shaw's MISALLIANCE for the Bear Republic Theater in Santa Cruz.  Our first night in Essaouira was Rosalia's 80th birthday.  Eighty!  Rosalia lives on her own in Agadir, where she first was assigned as a Peace Corps volunteer in 1988.  She's lived other places since, but now this is her 10th year in Agadir.  "When I was in the U.S., I thought about Morocco all the time.  When I'm in Morocco, I never think about the U.S."

Rosalia teaches drama to Moroccan young people several times a week.  Once or twice a year, they put on performances, which she directs and produces.  She's recently added a class in journal writing.  Her great passion is theater, and she ignites that passion in others.

She does all this despite her rheumatoid arthritis, which makes it difficult for her to walk or use her hands.  When I had all the students write scenes, she wrote one talking to her body.  This was the first time she had ever spoken of her feelings about her disability to her students.  It was a liberation for her.  She wants to write more about it, and all her friends encourage her to do it.

Rosalia is extremely friendly to everyone, except when she loses her temper, which causes her to apologize.  She has many close friends: ex-students, fellow teachers, doctors who treat her, her helper Fatima.  I met them and they are WONDERFUL.  She enjoys her work, her friends, the good weather, Moroccan food, the beauty and perks of living in Agadir, facials at a fancy hotel. She appears to be unstoppable.  She moves slow, but she's unstoppable.

Everyone has heroes.  Rosalia is one of mine.

Oh yeah.  Essaouira.  At dinner at the Riadd (a former traditional mansion turned into a guesthouse), I told them it was Rosalia's birthday, and only a few minutes later they came out with a beautiful chocolate cream cake......


And it was frosted with her name!

Her passport says "Joan."

In all the restaurant birthdays I have celebrated, I have NEVER seen a cake frosted with the NAME of the birthday girl/boy.  And on a few minutes notice!
I was honored to witness my dear friend entering her eighth decade.





Oh yeah.  Essaouira.  A beautiful Arabic medina (walled town)... 


next to a small and vibrant port....

..... famous for the sturdy blue fishing boats they still make there....



..... and a crenellated fortress dating from the Portuguese occupation 100s of years ago....

Orson Welles fell in love with the fortress and the cannons.....


....... and filmed the opening of his film of Shakespeare's OTHELLO here, which led the Essaouirans to honor him with a park and a statue.....
..... a photo of which I cannot seem to find.  But now I have to see the movie, which begins with Iago hanging in a cage in the air over the rocky coast or SOMETHING like that.  

Our Riadd was in the Medina, filled with tiny winding streets and tiny shops and great big tourists, like myself.  Just around the corner from our riadd,  I spotted the Sweet Clock Hotel Literary Coffee.


Sweet Clock Hotel Literary Coffee.  It sounded like a magical incantation to me. I entered in search of Literary Coffee.  There was no coffee to be had, literary or otherwise.  But the amber incense, the chirping of caged birds, and the seedy elegance swept me away....

Yes, I felt the Sweet Clock Hotel Literary Coffee and I were meant for each other. Here was a place where great plays could be written!  But the young man at the desk seemed very doubtful that I would be happy leaving my 900 dirim a day riadd for a 200 dirim/shared bathroom Sweet Clock Hotel Literary Coffee. 


And then one of the residents of the Sweet Clock came wobbling through the lobby.  Very stoned and grimy, he looked.  And I realized that perhaps the desk clerk was right.  I inhaled my last breath of the sensual, disorienting fragrance of the lobby, and wandered back to my riadd.  On the way, I bought some amber incense, so that I can always transport myself back to Sweet Clock Literary Coffee, whenever I choose.



IN MOROCCO

I've been here in Agadir, in the south of Morocco,  for 10 days and very remiss about not communicating with anyone.  I came here to visit my old friend Rosalia, who's been teaching drama here since 1988, and to teach playwriting and improvisation to the young people she's been guiding -- all in English.  

I have been BUSY teaching.  And, when not teaching, having long dinners with Rosalia and her wonderful friends.  And, when not meeting friends, talking and laughing for hours with Rosalia.  So not writing to you.

I arrived at the new Marrakech Airport, which just opened last year.  Had lots of time to hang out there.  It's the most beautiful airport I've ever seen!






It was designed by E2A Architecture (Zurich) to "create a space where the light comes in filtered by the arabesques that cover the windows and enriches the visual contact between the inside and the outside."


  • Give the world a modern vision of Moroccan architecture, not forgetting the traditions.  
  • Develop a friendly and safe space.
  • Through materials and techniques of past and present, apply a new modernity.
Well, this may not be what you thought you'd read in my blog about Morocco.  But when you spend seven hours hanging around a building, you greatly appreciate that it's a beautiful building.  I have never been inspired to take photos of an airport before, let alone google the architects.  Who seem to have done nothing else interesting.  So they were obviously inspired by the Moroccan building traditions.

You know, I don't think we in the U.S. consider lattice and arabesques often enough.  It creates a boundary and beautiful patterns of light and shadow.  My hotel room has a very simple masonry lattice wall separating the bedroom from the rest of the room and the light/shadow interplay delights me.

Look, I'm sorry if this first blog is disappointing.  I am exhausted from teaching so much.  Teaching is HARD -- a combination of preparation and performance and improvisation to meet the needs of the students.  It takes a lot more energy than performing, I'll tell you that.  When I perform, everyone sits quietly in rows while I do my thing, and then showers me with appreciation afterwards, both with applause and comments.  I think teachers should be applauded at the end of every class.  Teaching is DEFINITELY a very complex performance. 

Actually I did receive applause and appreciation after every class.   But I'm still exhausted.  

Well, in a few minutes Rosalia's taxi driver -- Rosalia has a friendship with every single person she deals with in her daily life -- is picking me up and taking me on a tour of Agadir's attractions.  And then tomorrow we take a Grand Taxi to Essouera (sp?), the hippie beach town to the north which has not been ruined by beach tourism because there's a horrible insistent wind that makes the beach unpleasant.  

So maybe another day or two before the next installment, where I'll talk about teaching, which was quite inspiring. If exhausting.  So here are some photos:
Rosalia in front of the Municipal Building


Selfie with extremely talented Drama Students at the American Language Center, whose motto is "English opens doors."
ALC Students with Rosalia



Wednesday, December 14, 2016

IMPORTANT! One Last Card!

Please write a postcard to  Texas (!) Republican Elector Chris Suprun thanking him for his courage in coming out publicly with his refusal to vote for Trump on Monday.  So far he is alone among Republicans.  He has written an Op Ed about it for the NY Times, which I mentioned before.

TEXAS ELECTOR ABANDONING TRUMP

He is also is the ONLY Republican elector, along with 54 Democractic electors, who has signed a letter asking James Clapper, the Head of Intelligence, to brief the Electors on the  Russian hacking of Democratic Party internal emails and its intent.

ELECTORS DEMAND INTELLIGENCE BRIEFING RE: RUSSIAN HACKS

Suprun is getting LOTS of hate mail.  It's important that he hear from those of us who are grateful that he is listening to his conscience.

Terry

Tuesday, December 13, 2016

Wed. 12/14 7-10 LAST POSTCARD PARTY!!

LAST CHANCE TO WRITE POSTCARDS 4 DEMOCRACY IS DECEMBER 14!

LAST POSTCARD PARTY @ TERRY'S!
THIS  Wednesday, Dec. 14 6-10 PM
Nice Folks!  Nice Snacks!  FABULOUS Postcards!  Excellent Stamps!  Spectacular Cause!
547 Douglass St., SF, between 21st & 22nd St.
Buses 24,35,48         Parking Possible
INFO:  415 648-5244

OR.... WRITE THEM YOURSELF AT HOME.  HERE'S ALL THE INFO YOU NEED:

ELECTOR ADDRESSES HERE

 POSTCARDS 4 DEMOCRACY FAQ HERE

SAMPLE POSTCARD MESSAGES HERE:
http://bit.ly/2fQQHOQ

POSTCARDS MUST BE IN THE MAIL BY THURSDAY MORNING!

IAN'S POSTCARD -- Thank you Ian in Philadelphia!


Well, it's been quite a wild ride Alexandria and I have been on.  It stops on Thursday, when it's too late to write any more.  

We have ABSOLUTELY NO IDEA how many people have written how many postcards.  If you have not already communicated this information to me, I'd love to know it --- and the snail mailing addresses of anyone who's organized something or written to many of the electors.  

Have we moved any of the Electors to change their votes?  We ended up focusing on Arizona, Pennsylvania & Florida.  But even if NO ONE changes their vote, that does NOT mean that we didn't affect them!

I know we have affected ourselves.  

I have enjoyed all the Postcard4Democracy parties at my house SO MUCH.  Getting together with old friends, making new ones, watching connections build between people as they write and chat.  It's very very nice.  I will miss it.

No, I WON'T!  Because we're going to continue doing this.  Don't know what our next project will be.  Alexandria and I are just getting this thing DOWN.  Very strange to do something so chaotic and imperfect and so wonderful.  My friend Martha said that research has shown that successful creative people don't accomplish things in the "Ready, Aim, Fire!" order, but rather in the "Ready, Fire, Aim!" sequence.  We've been doing doing doing and then realizing that our doing could have been so much MORE effective if we had... the list is endless.  Let's just say:  Steep Learning Curve Ahead.

NEXT BLOG ABOUT THE LAST PARTY

Terry


Friday, December 9, 2016

P4D Party Sun. 11am/ P4D @ Glen Park Bookstore!!/ And More!

POSTCARD FOR DEMOCRACY BASICS:  http://bit.ly/2hnkRyg
WE MUST GET ALL THE CARDS MAILED BY DECEMBER 15!!

 Wow wow wow wow wow.
Got a phone call at 5 am from Maryann in Philadelphia.  She didn't know she was phoning San Francisco.  She'd done cards, wanted to do more addresses.  And now I just found out that a group in Oakland has done 1000 postcards!!!  ONE THOUSAND!  

I'm so grateful to all of you who have responded to this quirky idea which came to me in the depths of my despair.  And I am so grateful to Alexandria Nichandros, who dropped out of the sky to share this project with me.  And of course my crony, Carolyn Myers, who sat in cafes in Ashland to corral folks to write cards.  You lift my spirits  And, from what you tell me, writing Postcards for Democracy lifts yours.  Are lifting yours???  Hmmm.  No, it's WRITING that is lifting your spirits, so it's "is.  Well.

And clearly we are part of a HUGE groundswell that is determined to do everything possible to keep Trump from dragging this country back to the 19th century.

1. SUNDAY P4D PARTY AT MY HOUSE!!
Dec. 11th, 11 am - 2 pm
547 Douglass St. betw. 21st & 22nd St.
San Francisco
Snacks & drinks (great samosas)
Buses:  24, 35, 48
Parking not impossible
Me:  415 648-5244

Maybe it'll be sunny and we can write in the garden!!!
This is the Spring Garden, not the Winter Garden.
And the little terrier has been replaced by two  Standard Poodles.  But it's still a lovely place.
LAST P4D PARTY AT MY HOUSE:  Wed. 12/14  7-10 pm


2.  P4D SUPPLIES AT BIRD & BECKETT BOOKSTORE IN GLEN PARK!
This is the greatest bookstore because it's also a cultural center with performances 4-5 days a week.  Great place to hear jazz.  They have had their own P4D party and now have happily agreed to be a place where, starting Sat. morning,  people can come in and get:
Stamped postcards & elector address lists
Thank you, Eric and all at B&B, my favorite bookstore and a very special place.
BIRD & BECKETT  (www.birdbeckett.com)
 653 Chenery St, San Francisco, CA 94131
Hours
Friday11AM–8PM
Saturday11AM–10PM
Sunday11AM–10PM
Monday11AM–7PM
Tuesday11AM–7PM
Wednesday11AM–7PM
Thursday11AM–7PM

I produced a show there of my late friend, the incredible blues singer Gwen Avery.  It was a beautiful and terrifying experience, as Gwen was very drunk.  Yes, Gwen was often late.  Very late.  But now that she's late as in GONE,  I wish I hadn't gotten so angry at her for just being.... late. Rest in peace, Gwennie.

3.  A NEW CONCEPT:  PRACTICING DEMOCRACY
My Dharma buddy, Pat Hendricks, just casually, even jokingly, threw out the phrase "practicing democracy" in an email to me.  Those two words blew my mind.  I always thought of democracy as something to BELIEVE in.  But what is belief without ACTION??!  We must learn to PRACTICE democracy in big ways and small.  The smallest action, really, is voting.  It takes very little effort (unless your vote is being suppressed).  Voting is the teeny tiny itsy bitsy tippy top point of a giant pyramid that is built on so many different activities:  campaigning, registering voters, protesting, running for office, ballot access reform, getting rid of the Electoral College...  The list is very long.  By doing these things, we practice democracy.  We need to practice democracy.... frequently.  We have ALWAYS needed to do it frequently.  But now, it is more imperative than ever.

4.  FROM JACK KORNFELD, BUDDHIST TEACHER:
Whatever your political perspective, now is the season to stand up for what matters. To stand against hate. To stand for respect. To stand for protection of the vulnerable. To care for the natural world.
Do not believe that meditation and contemplation are the fulfillment of the Buddhist Path. Inner peace, freedom and joy develop only when paired with the outer teachings of virtue, respect and mutual care. The foundation of Dharma is relational, built on generosity, virtue and loving-kindness. The Path to human happiness and liberation requires Right Intention, intentions that are free from greed, hatred and cruelty; Right Speech, speech that is true and helpful, not harsh, not vain, slanderous nor abusive; and Right Action, actions that are free from causing harm, killing, stealing and sexual exploitation.

Since the election, storms of uncertainty and fear have arisen. It is time to collectively stand up, calm and clear. With peacefulness and mutual respect, our Buddhist communities can become centers of protection and vision. MORE...

5.  LINKS, WE GOT LINKS:


LINK TO ELECTOR ADDRESSES:

LINK TO POSTCARD FOR DEMOCRACY BASICS
http://bit.ly/2hnkRyg

SAMPLE POSTCARD MESSAGES
http://bit.ly/2fQQHOQ


LINK TO LOG TO RECORD RESULTS OF POSTCARD WRITING 
(HOW MANY TO WHICH STATES):

JACK KORNFELD
https://jackkornfield.com/now-is-the-time-to-stand-up/

BERNIE SANDERS ON DEMOCRACY NOW
https://www.democracynow.org/2016/11/29/democracy_now_special_bernie_sanders_on

BUDDHISM IN THE AGE OF TRUMP LINK
http://bit.ly/2gZ2vUc

LINK TO ARTICLE ON HISTORY & PURPOSE OF ELECTORAL COLLEGE
http://www.vox.com/the-big-idea/2016/11/29/13771920/electoral-college-faithless-electors-independent-trump

NATIONAL POPULAR VOTE INTERSTATE COMPACT
http://www.nationalpopularvote.com

TEXAS ELECTOR ABANDONING TRUMP
http://www.nytimes.com/2016/12/05/opinion/why-i-will-not-cast-my-electoral-vote-for-donald-trump.html?_r=0

HAMILTON ELECTORS WEBSITE

HAMILTON ELECTORS ARTICLE
http://www.theatlantic.com/politics/archive/2016/11/meet-the-hamilton-electors-hoping-for-an-electoral-college-revolt/508433/

CHANGE.ORG PETITION

http://bit.ly/2h4857g

  


POSTCARDS FOR DEMOCRACY BASICS

POSTCARDS 4 DEMOCRACY: It’s a party, it’s a movement, it’s…. SOMETHING TO DO!

LINK TO ELECTOR ADDRESSES:

SAMPLE POSTCARD MESSAGES
http://bit.ly/2fQQHOQ

LINK TO LOG  RESULTS OF POSTCARD WRITING 
(HOW MANY TO WHICH STATES):

WHAT IS “POSTCARDS 4 DEMOCRACY”?
We are very concerned (as in “freaked out”) citizens who are sending hand-written messages on postcards to members of the Electoral College in three Red states where the vote for the Presidency was extremely close and where there's no laws against electors switching their votes. People are sending different messages, depending on what they feel is important   It's YOUR postcard!  YOU shape the message.  

THE SEVEN BENEFITS OF POSTCARDS 4 DEMOCRACY
1.    We might change history.  Admittedly it’s a long shot.  I won’t go into HOW long a shot it is. 
2.    We’re planting seeds for a campaign to rid the U.S. of the tragic effect of the Electoral College by 2020. (Go to nationalpopularvote.com for the best idea).
3.    We’re building a culture of civility.
4.    We’re alleviating our depression and despair through activism.
5.    We’re gathering with like-minded souls to create COMMUNITY!
6.    We’re spreading beauty in the world through picture postcards.
7.    We’re supporting the U.S. Post Office, which could really use a helping hand.
WHAT’S NOT TO LIKE, FOLKS?!?

WHY ARE WE DOING THIS?
Currently, as instructed by the Constitution, the President is not chosen by the votes of the people but rather by the votes of each state's Electors. The Democratic and Republican Parties in each state have their own electors. For example, when you vote for the President in Florida, you actually are voting for either the Florida Democratic electors or the Florida Republican electors. 

The President of the United States will actually be elected on December 19, 2016 when the state electors vote. This system can result in someone being elected President who did not actually receive the most votes, which is what will happen unless we make a big enough effort to change the minds of the Electors.

If we can convince 37 Electors to switch, then Trump is no longer the President-Elect.  If they all switch to Clinton, we will have a democratically elected President! There's also the possibility of a compromise candidate, which would be MUCH better than what is happening now!  Want to try to change history?

TAKE ACTION WITH US! IT'S EASY!
Option 1: Write your own postcards! (Elector addresses are listed above)
Option 2: Attend a Postcards 4 Democracy Party! 
Option 3: Host a Postcards 4 Democracy Party!  If it's open to the public, we will help you publicize it on social media!

WHAT DO YOU NEED?
1. Postcard stamps ("forever" or 34 cents)
2. Ten or more postcards for each guest if you're hosting
3. The address list (link above)
I WILL REIMBURSE ANYONE FOR POSTCARDS AND STAMPS. HONEST. Email me your address and I’ll send you a check to reimburse you.

WHAT IS THE MESSAGE?
Your message should be personal to YOU.  Of course, discuss it with others, have people suggest, critique.  But we are going for NOT standardized here. 
For instance, you can urge the Elector to do one of several things:

1. Vote their conscience
2.  Vote for the winner of the national popular vote
3. Vote for anyone but Trump because he has demonstrated his unfitness for          office since he was "elected"

SAMPLE POSTCARD MESSAGES
http://bit.ly/2fQQHOQ 

BE CIVIL.  We’re appealing directly to the goodness and fairness of another human being.  We are asking to be heard. "You idiot, do the right thing or I'll firebomb your house!" tends to be counter-productive.
My best message so far:  "Dear Elector (name here):  Please consider casting your vote for the candidate who won the national popular vote by more the one million!
         It is terrible that, in the U.S.A., every person’s vote is not equal.  How can we call ourselves a democracy?  You have the power to help correct this injustice.  Please use your vote to make democracy stronger.” (It was a big postcard.)
Definitely sign your name.  I also put my address.  
Please, no address labels!  Hand-write entire postcard!

WHAT KIND OF POSTCARDS?
IF YOU LIVE IN THE BAY AREA, YOU CAN PICK UP POSTCARDS FROM US.
(Not all post offices sell postcards, but some do.  If you can find some, that's the easiest.  If not:)
1.    Easiest:  Buy packets of Avery (or other) postcards – 4 on each 8 ½ X 11 sheet.  200 in every packet.  Put address on one side, message on other.  They’re in the “label” section of office supply stores.  You can also print one of your own pretty photos on these sheets, giving you picture postcards.  
2.    Next easiest:  Buy picture postcards in drug stores, museums, gift shops.  Go for pretty, interesting, patriotic, nature, traditional art --  but NOT political, subversive, lefty, raunchy or boundary-pushing in any way.   Van Gogh: Yes.  Picasso: No.   San Francisco/New York City images: No. Everywhere else: Yes. 
3.    Make your own picture postcards by printing out your 4X6 photos, and back them with 4X6 labels to make them sturdy.  I happen to have many 4x6 photos of my beautiful garden.  I have no idea why I printed out so many.  But I’m using them now.
The advantage of a picture postcard is that you’re giving the Elector a little gift, putting out some beauty into the world.

THESE ARE THE IDEAS FROM THE FIRST “P4D” PARTY.  IF YOU WANT TO MAIL 2000 PICASSO POSTCARDS, PLEASE DO IT!

PLEASE TELL ME HOW MANY YOU MAILED TO WHICH STATES. We are keeping a log of how many postcards have been sent to which states.  Here is the link to that log:
LINK TO LOG TO RECORD RESULTS OF POSTCARD WRITING 
(HOW MANY TO WHICH STATES):

With love and gratitude, 

Terry Baum
terry@terrybaum.com

THIS IS ONE MY FAVORITE PHOTOS FROM WHEN I RAN FOR MAYOR OF SF:
ELLEN TRYING TO MAKE PHONE CALLS FOR THE CAMPAIGN
WHILE MY PUP LIZZIE TRIES TO KISS HER.
DEMOCRACY AT ITS FINEST!