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Deadly Serious Owl of the Day: Do you mind? I’m staring over here.
[squee.]
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You have 20 seconds to live.
I want my tombstone to read, “She died as she lived, watching videos of puppies having fever dreams while people in the background spoke in a language she didn’t understand.”
I tried, Ringo.
I tried real hard not to reblog this.
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Settling a bet with some neighborhood emo teen vampires.
I totally thought the werewolves were going to win.
Next year.
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The American military has been eagerly reading “Three Cups of Tea” but hasn’t absorbed the central lesson: building schools is a better bet for peace than firing missiles (especially when one cruise missile costs about as much as building 11 schools). Mr. Mortenson lamented to me that for the cost of just 246 soldiers posted for one year, America could pay for a higher education plan for all Afghanistan. That would help build an Afghan economy, civil society and future — all for one-quarter of 1 percent of our military spending in Afghanistan this year.
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Fuck Planet Earth.
I like this because I’m ten.
I’m twelve.
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I’ve been on a lot of trains in the last year. And I’ve seen a lot of things that can’t be seen any other way.
Train tracks make great metaphors. For fate, or destiny, or direction in life. They also bring trains, and noise, decreased property values, and awkward zoning.
There are miles of land that cushion development from railroads. Sometimes there are no buildings in sight from my window, sometimes I could reach into someone’s home and steal their Sun Chips if my window could open.
And in that space between these metal monsters and the world, many people have chosen to build homes that many of us would not consider homes. So we call the occupants of those homes “homeless”.
I have seen structures ranging from a trash bag on sticks to incredibly complicated and solid structures made of anything and everything.
I have become obsessed with these places. I plot them on my iPhone’s map, and think about the balance involved in that act. I think about how briefly they appear in my view, and about how fitting a metaphor that is for the space they occupy in my mind and life.
I just pointed my camera out the window minutes ago and took a few pictures for this post, trying to capture a blur that would compliment some of what I’ve said here. But my third shot caught this, someone’s home at some point.
My father was homeless from about the time I was three to about the time I was an adult. That made him hard to find. It wasn’t until a building owner offered him a room in his apartment complex that I was able to track him down. In many ways, he did not exist until he had an address.
In the past year, I have seen the homes of many people who do not exist. True to that description, I never see the people. Just the huts and tents and miniature cities.
I have only seen one, in fact. I saw a man brushing his teeth in a river bed with a dog.
I wonder if the dog had a tag, and if the dog or the man were thought about and missed more.
I don’t always like how things are, even when I feel comfortable with my level of understanding them. I had an amazing relationship with my father after I found him. He used to say he simply gave up. I wonder how many of these people have given up, and how many people are looking for them, and how many of those people have given up looking.
I’m sorry if you’ve read this far hoping for a point, because I’m not sure I have one. But I have this picture. And to me there is more in this picture than there has been in most that I have taken.
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