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There is no substitute for personal, hands-on, sustained contact with the poor.
Do not use the state as a proxy. Do it yourself.
Build relationships. Acquire poor friends.
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There is no substitute for personal, hands-on, sustained contact with the poor.
Do not use the state as a proxy. Do it yourself.
Build relationships. Acquire poor friends.
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Again, don’t use the state as a proxy. On the one hand, the taxpayers have no need to bankroll your personal altruism. On another hand, the “underclass” are, by definition, folk The System cannot reach; no state action has any real effect on their lives.
Three sectors come to mind: employment; homeless shelters; and low-income housing.
A financial crisis struck Thursday morning.
I’m inviting gifts, small or large, hoping to raise $100 before month’s end.
“Are you abnormal?”
Delayed Sleep Phase Syndrome (DSPS), like Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder (OCD), is a disturbance of the body’s processing of serotonin.
It’s been the bane of my existence.
This is the third of three posts about entitlement:
07/12 – “Entitlement(s): Attitude and policy”
07/19 – “How I became homeless”
Today – “When needs are met”
I have no trouble sharing my candy, when I have plenty.
Jim Snyder even offers people cigarettes, when he has plenty.
When needs are met, one becomes generous.
Continue reading When needs are met
This is the second of three posts about entitlement:
07/12 – “Entitlement(s): Attitude and policy”
Today – “How I became homeless”
07/26 – “When needs are met”
This is a long post. One may want to avail oneself of a navigation resource here.
I don’t write about easy things.
At this writing, a more immediate question is how I’ve stayed homeless, which has prompted no small amount of anger and depression in recent weeks. The short answer appears to be that I’ve stayed homeless the same way I became homeless.
Why is this man smiling?
… can make a hard situation easy, or make an easy situation hard.
To enter the shelter, you walk across this parking lot to an iron gate, and then down these steps to the “smoke pit,” an 8 x 20′ area with benches where we sit until they call us in, in groups of six, to register for this night. One does this every day.
The path of least resistance flows downhill.
“Every thought is a prayer.” To the end of making good use of the four hours or so every day we’re compelled to be idle at the shelter; and of speeding the day when I’ll find my own place; I’ve taken to daydreaming intentionally about things I’d like to do in my own place. Some of those, I mean to share here, as doing so involves giving more time to those dreams. Many involve cooking foods I like that we never get at the shelter. Related: “What a homeless man dreams of.“
(Note, March 28, 2018: By the time this post appears, I sure hope I have my own place.)
You don’t need a corn popper to pop corn. You can use a saucepan or skillet.