introspecty much?
breakfast rules!!
bittersweet beauty (source)
dear homer, please let this coffee kick in soon. i'm ready to start not caring again. dreamt of target last night. think they're hiring. khaki and red? i think red's a good color on me. when i return from my labor day sabbatical, i'll go to the town centre and apply at different places. old navy, target, barnes & noble and others. my aunt bricelda's going to honduras on saturday. how i wish i could go with. i haven't been back since '99 but i can still remember how it felt, how it smelled, how it tasted and how it sounded. it was hot. hotter than florida but more pedestrian friendly. we stayed in a few cities and although they all share a common denominator, each city's personality was in stark contrast to its neighbor.
flew into what can only be described as catracho nyc, san pedro sula. this city is bustling with noise and movement and people. the frenetic pace so unfamiliar and yet comforting. american-style city complete with strip malls and garish advertisements. we dined at uber-american places like pizza hut; which had the funniest tasting ranch dressing. who knew ranch dressing tasted different outside of the states. the city was buzzing with people running in all directions. taxis vying for the limited roadways with street vendors and old school buses brightly painted with primary colors to attract passengers and cause the eyes to hurt. gaudy and tacky they are. in the most delicious and wonderful way. no one was refused a ride on these technicolor buses. come woman, man, child, chicken, bum, tourist, nun. the journey's price was repaid with lively conversations, exotic and rancid smells, landscapes untouched by man. sadness overcomes me now as i sit and wonder how many pristine places have fallen victim to exploitation by developers.
my grandma lives in the middle of nowhere. as trite as that expression is, in this case it applies. i don't even know the name of the city but i remember we had to traverse over unpaved pseudo-roads. roads composed primarily of rocks and holes and dirt. adorning the roads were houses. houses in only the most basic sense of the word. they were buildings with 4 walls and offered shelter to its inhabitants. luxuries like a sturdy roof and a/c were non-existant but the lack of a/c was not an issue. almost every house had an expansive patio where the country winds reminded me of how unspoiled and organic the environment was. sleeping in hammocks and enjoying the calmness made me feel part of the earth. made me feel as my ancestors must have felt. free from worldly worries. they found solace and escape in the trees and dirt and breeze and rivers. my escapist revelries were only interrupted when i saw children playing. children in dirty clothes, unsupervised, climbing over fallen branches and up trees. children who didn't care or needed to care about their appearance or not having the latest and greatest video game system. life in this town is simple and pure but hard and unfair. is it unfair because of how abundant riches are in america even for lower middle class me? or is it unfair because they don't get to share in the spoils...
bittersweet beauty (source)
dear homer, please let this coffee kick in soon. i'm ready to start not caring again. dreamt of target last night. think they're hiring. khaki and red? i think red's a good color on me. when i return from my labor day sabbatical, i'll go to the town centre and apply at different places. old navy, target, barnes & noble and others. my aunt bricelda's going to honduras on saturday. how i wish i could go with. i haven't been back since '99 but i can still remember how it felt, how it smelled, how it tasted and how it sounded. it was hot. hotter than florida but more pedestrian friendly. we stayed in a few cities and although they all share a common denominator, each city's personality was in stark contrast to its neighbor.
flew into what can only be described as catracho nyc, san pedro sula. this city is bustling with noise and movement and people. the frenetic pace so unfamiliar and yet comforting. american-style city complete with strip malls and garish advertisements. we dined at uber-american places like pizza hut; which had the funniest tasting ranch dressing. who knew ranch dressing tasted different outside of the states. the city was buzzing with people running in all directions. taxis vying for the limited roadways with street vendors and old school buses brightly painted with primary colors to attract passengers and cause the eyes to hurt. gaudy and tacky they are. in the most delicious and wonderful way. no one was refused a ride on these technicolor buses. come woman, man, child, chicken, bum, tourist, nun. the journey's price was repaid with lively conversations, exotic and rancid smells, landscapes untouched by man. sadness overcomes me now as i sit and wonder how many pristine places have fallen victim to exploitation by developers.
my grandma lives in the middle of nowhere. as trite as that expression is, in this case it applies. i don't even know the name of the city but i remember we had to traverse over unpaved pseudo-roads. roads composed primarily of rocks and holes and dirt. adorning the roads were houses. houses in only the most basic sense of the word. they were buildings with 4 walls and offered shelter to its inhabitants. luxuries like a sturdy roof and a/c were non-existant but the lack of a/c was not an issue. almost every house had an expansive patio where the country winds reminded me of how unspoiled and organic the environment was. sleeping in hammocks and enjoying the calmness made me feel part of the earth. made me feel as my ancestors must have felt. free from worldly worries. they found solace and escape in the trees and dirt and breeze and rivers. my escapist revelries were only interrupted when i saw children playing. children in dirty clothes, unsupervised, climbing over fallen branches and up trees. children who didn't care or needed to care about their appearance or not having the latest and greatest video game system. life in this town is simple and pure but hard and unfair. is it unfair because of how abundant riches are in america even for lower middle class me? or is it unfair because they don't get to share in the spoils...
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