Linda Lane, Secretary of Change in a Democratic Society

Today I accepted my nomination as the Secretary of Change in President Obama's cabinet, a position which he had not opened up even though he ran on a platform of change. As a representative of the Ministry of Change I appointed, anointed, and nominated myself this morning and accepted on behalf of everyone.

That's what the Secretary of Change does --act! It's everyone's job.

My second action today was to take a walk and look for evidence of change. As its spring, and after a hard rain fell for an entire day it wasn't difficult to find.

We have a centrist population, which is likely good to come back to the center, but we need to supply that little extra view to the future, and a willingness to change. To seek change we must become uncomfortable with our old unsustainable ways -- we've misabused ourselves, other people and species in this world, and mistreated the only planet we know harbors life -ours.

That evidence in photos will appear shortly on the Wonderlane Flickr photo stream http://www.flickr.com/photos/wonderlane/ under a Creative Commons License.

We can change, we can't even stop if we wanted to. I've always loved that old saying, "Baby you're the greatest, don't ever change!" cause it's so funny!

HOLA! The Magic Has Started!

Well the recession has recessed me right out of living in California, so I am driving down Mexico way to stay with friends who offered to put me up for a spell. Goal? document the ongoing effort to save endangered species, and the social changes in modern middle class Guadalajara. In the turtle spawning grounds the locals earn $1 an endangered egg for soup. The last time I visited we were threatened by men on horseback with rifles. They bullied me into not photographing them; this time I will shoot them (so to speak!).

When the economy comes ROARING BACK! I'll take that job, and complete my masters degree.

Hey lets face it nearly $0% interest loans? A rocking great new president of the US? Americans don't like depressions. Americans don't believe in failure. People of the US don't like second place, won't stand for dead rats in the peanut butter, bankers with their hands in the public till, an old man freezing to death in his own home as he donates a 1/2 million to a hospital, a widow shooting herself in despair of loosing her home - these are the kinds of things Americans can not abide.

If we don't have people robbing grocery stories with shotguns, and riots in the streets we will have peace in two years and an expanding economy.

Things are going to change and they will change swiftly - but not fast enough for me to remain in San Mateo... My friend Ariel said I should bring another gringo to ride shotgun meanwhile.

You are #1 ...

My office is 2 blocks from the US Federal Reserve Bank and The Bank of America in San Francisco, California.

Walking between them next to the US Fed Reserve Bank building I noticed the sidewalk is very sparkly with black mica embedded in the concrete, right then a young chicano man walked by me, wearing a sparkly black shirt with the words "Big Money" in a large cursive script emblazoned across his chest as he dragged his long levis along his ankles original gangster style. (Yah, by the way Ice-T you make it look good.)

As I passed by the Fed's high security entry gate for vehicles an enormous breaker bar of massive steel suddenly and quietly appeared from a steel panel in the ground with a yellow bar at the top of it. Nobody driving anything is getting in that gate, not even Batman. They'd have to come from above.

Rounding the corner, three guys in a tiny white car passed me, one stuck his head and chest out the window and bellowed out in my general direction "You are #1 Bitch." I think those were the words to the song.

Being the research geek I am I looked it up in the Urban Dictionary - but You are Number 1 Bitch is not defined yet. http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=number+one+bitch. There you have it.

Well of course I should reserve judgement, but I prefer to think at the street level in San Francisco at least, being ichiban is surely royal like. Now that I could find as an American made t-shirt for your Ichiban Dog - http://pets.cafepress.com/item/ichiban-1-dog-tshirt/22320213.

So I offer this to the #1 Ichiban Federal Reserve Bank -

"She's a Brick-house,
She's mighty mighty,
Just lettin' it all hang out.
Yea she's a brick-house,
That lady's stacked,
And that's a fact,
Ain't holdin' nothin back,
Oh she's a brick-house,
Yeah she's the one, the only one,
Built like an Amazon"