Dear Elana & Camilo
I wanted to write something to help you document the impact “Grand Rounds” had on my life as a working-class denizen of
at the same time, I wanted to create a response to your project that labored
against the projected impermanence of your project. While the objective of your
project was certainly not to record the “proceedings,” I thought I might write
something that recorded the proceedings as my closed-circuit televisions system
interpreted them. This letter are those thoughts; or more importantly, the
letters of this letter comprise that letter which is itself a cipher for
something larger than what it refers to (and cue the etcetera barges, etc.). Los Angeles
First off, I need for you to know that it was a pain in the ass to get to “Grand Rounds," an informal discussion (and free, brown-bag lunch) at Grand Park in downtown Los Angeles (courtesy of Elana Mann and Camilo Cruz) because I had to take the Long Beach line in to Hope and 7th Avenue. At the same time, the fact that I was able to get to
I accepted Camilo’s invite because I was interested in the admixture of city, county, and non-profit overlords that were scheduled to participate in “Grand Rounds" on that particular day. I figured at the very worst, it was going to be like a super-awkward interview, and at the very best it was going to be like talking to the supervisors of all the agents and telephone associates that put me on hold for inordinate amounts of time. However, once the free lunches started getting passed around, people let down their guards and opened up a little. I enjoyed participating in “Grand Rounds," because I felt like the ship I run as an English teacher in the L.A. County Jail is the same ship being steered in other public-service sectors of Los Angeles city and county cliques. As a patient of psychotherapy, I’ve learned the aim of talking to a psychologist is to get yourself to enunciate your ailment, and declare your prowess for change; in much the same way, “Grand Rounds," allowed me to talk to people (people just like me) who do too much with too little; and, we got to enunciate our ailments, diagnose our better practices, and share an authentic brown-bag lunch at high noon in Grand Park.
Thank You Immensely!
Yago S. Cura