Meditation, The Key Is.

The only way to survive this one is deep meditation.

As I sit on the floor at the School Board office the constant verbal barrage continues in the next room. The fourth hour of the endless debate now goes into what must be done to improve the public school system. While the hot air is slicing through the cold central air I continue to meditate.

My reflection into how I came here starts to roll through my thoughts. My lovely assignment editor informs me that I have to do I live shot for the evening shows. But before that the Nubian Princess and I have to get a march of concerned parents wanting to present their proposal to the school board on how to improve their schools. No problem, I shoot the march, feed it back via the wok, do a couple of live shots, and go into cruise control.

Sirens roll past the building, no rumble from my phone to go check it out. So I continue to meditate as my fate handed to me by an earlier phone call. Turns out that their is another story involving the system getting additional money may come up. A long agenda is not in my favor. The item in question is near the end of the meeting. No point in both of us dealing with a drawn out meeting so show she was able to get out of there while I began to meditate.

More sirens roll by, this might be my ticket out of here. Spot news is better than school board but nothing to it. Eventually they get to the item in question. I very quick introduction followed by an even faster vote. Five and a half hours for a 2 minute story. So it goes.

Who would have thought the long days meditating at the Phallus Palace would come in handy. At least those meetings were more entertaining, did you know?