Something I jotted down from last Wednesday...

Another day, another spiritual mission. Wednesday I had some time after class and went abound the lower east side. Why is it that everytime I go by a cynagogue they are closed. Actually, locked at that. How should one ever convert? Through the youngjewishprofessionals.com website? "Let's meet over matzos at Moishes bakery in Stuytown and talk about the wait"So I am looking for Eldridge where my dear new alliance church lay and zoned out for a particular amount of time to which leaves me off at Pitt st and delancEy. This is most likely because of the kind of immediate neighborhoodchange. It reminds me of how I experienced my first time in alphabet city. There was a gorgeous amount of debris, and I'm not being sarcastic ( recall American Beauty, the plastic bag), and silence, but people. Boy there were people. This moment was interrupted by a chattering of kids on a stoop of what happened to be a catholic school. I asked if they went there, slightly interrupting some skilled foot pattering. "uhh yeaa...". The confrontation from a tot all of ten gave me courage to be cpnfrontstional in return."so what's your thoughts on religion?"Really plainly, as to not sway any specific answer, not that I'm positive I could with these guys."I'm holy, and I'll kick your ass! HaHA! Chea"We all giggled, but I'm sure they thought I was crazy because I got a few looks.I walked on amused, and took their picture from afar in that creepy kind of way.Further down the street which mainly resembles a large parking lot with a tiny lane in the center the beautifully quiet garbage scene returns.A booming megaphone chanted lords name, and I could swear I was meant to zone out into this bizarre parking garage of Christ. A small yellow truck with the words Sunday school on wheels printed on the side in that font meant to look like a child wrote it in crayon, was surrounded by children munching candy that way too closely screamed Mr Softy for my own comfort. But it was Ms Lenette, preaching from her truck that opened up on one side like a circus road show, yielding colorful depictions of biblical scenes while actively engaging what became a crowd of women men and children alike. This site was like nothing i'd seen. Unfortunately as I walked over she began closing it all up, as God's word was unphasing to mother natures demand for gale winds, so I didn't have much time. What I did get was something great to look foward to shooting, when Lenette comes through, and "I'm Lenette" of course. Sweet, sweet blonde lady.My camera dies for a while and I wander around admiring the neighborhood while the spirit van takes off. The sky is in full dusk mode, but unusual, full of bold grayish indigo clouds, like a storm was shouting nearby or something. I squeeze the remaining battery juice from both camera battery packs and capture some great scenes that resemble what I did for my "stAged reality" assignments. Wander along to wo hop, then take the subway from canal st home. Feeling slightly underaccomplished, but all the rest I feel the potential with this growing. I'm drawn to the subculture of stabilized housing which could be easily inferred with stabilized churching. This really really interests me.