May 17, 2006

  • I was interviewed for the California State University, Sacramento Library and Ethnic Studies Department Oral History Project. It was strange being on the other side of an oral history interview. I am so used to conducting the interview. It was pretty nerve racking. I was so self-conscious that I don't think I provided a good interview. Part of me is perplexed as to why I was the subject chosen. There are so many other more worthy people. I'm not accomplished or anything. Certainly, I'm flattered, and it's also an appealing idea that fifty years from now, someone may pull the tape of my interview and view it. Hopefully I said something poignant and people gain something valuable from the interview.


    The interviewer also needed pictures from me, so I looked through some photo albums and my picture boxes. It was nice going through all of them, reminiscing the good times. It's funny that pictures typically capture the good times if they are your own, but when a photographer takes pictures, they often can capture the not so good times. Yet both are powerful. They say a picture is worth a thousand words. Tonight I felt that it was an understatement.