1920's

Last night I went to see "The Artist" a new silent flim set in the late 1920's and early 30's.

This is one of a few depression era flims I have in the last year. The thing is that it is so taboo to say the word 'depression' as if we utter the word things will get worse. The already are worse. There are so many people that are up against the ropes and have little or no way of advancing. Its not just here but in other countries as well.

While the film I saw last night was great and really sweet,it brought home to me what is really going on here. Right now I have my homemade jam in the frig, we now make our own soda, and have a flock of chickens. There is a bottle of make-up remover in my bathroom that has two drops left and I won't throw it out yet.

I have been wasteful in the past but not now. Its not that I don't have nice things or all my shoes have holes in them. Its just that I'm not buying anything new and using everything I have to the last drop.

This year people are getting tamales and cookies from me. Its not that I am really into the holidays. I just want to be nice and generouse and this is all I can do. So can we please say that this is a depression already? Will the stocks crash further if we say it out loud? Maybe if we dare to say it we can stop pretending there is a recovery when there isn't one. In the mean time I may rent out more 1920's and 1930's films to see how they did it the last time....oh yeah the dust bowl era. Time to write a follow up to The Grapes of Wrath.