Homeless and Jobless / Is that Hopeless or Fearless?

Found this blog here: Gotta Find a Home | The plight of the homeless

The guy who writes it is doing something important, though there is no way to tell how much effect he will have, or how beneficial it will be if he does.

One thing that is obvious from his blog is that he, himself, has never been homeless either by accident or design.

Unlike so many people in his position he has either lost his fear of homeless people or never had any. Very commendable. He is now presenting a blog presenting his understanding of homeless people, and their plight as he sees and understands it. He gets this view largely from those homeless people he has befriended and spoken with.

This is good. And his view is correct — For the people he is talking too.

There is one VERY important distinction to make when discussing “Homeless” and / or “Jobless” people.

There are many types of homeless.

Here I am going to first divide them into two broad types.

Those who have fallen on hard times, been dropped unwilling into an alien world — Usually with no one around to help them find their way. They are alone, afraid, without the skills or knowledge needed to get them by, and without friends to rely on. To make their situation worse they face open hostility from people who see their situation as a possibility that they hate and they fear — Who do they take that hate and fear out on? The poor homeless person who represents it. This is the type dcardiff has had most of his dealings with.

I sincerely hope he can find ways to help them without doing injury to the second type.

l have been homeless. Like many others I chose that life and exhilarated in it. I’ve known a few who fell into the life by accident, found people who mentored them, and they grew to love the life as well. I was 12 when I decided I was not interested in the standard American lifestyle or a standard education. I was almost 30 before I stayed in one place and worked the same jobs year after year.

People try to tell me there are more homeless people today than there were in the 50’s, 60’s, and 70’s.

They are wrong.

What is different is that homeless people had more options.

Riding the rails was dangerous, and one of the biggest dangers was the bulls who would happily beat you to a pulp and throw you off as far from civilization as you could get. I am told the movie, “Emperor of the North” was pure fiction and it never happened like that — But if you want to know what it felt like to be riding the rails and have a bull after you — Watch the movie.

But now — For your own safety of course — Riding the rails is a felony.

You might as well make being a Hobo itself a crime. Even after I had a home, a steady job, and a family, I would get off work on Friday, hop the train and visit friends and relatives for a weekend. Then ride the train back in time to get to work on time. There are still Bo’s out there and they want no other life. Check this link to Britt, Iowa.

Another option for an honest Homeless person, taught to me by a Hobo for Life, is the art of bartering work for whatever I needed from store, boutique, restaurant, and any other privately owned place that had what I needed for sale.

BUT there are very few privately owned stores and restaurants any more.

You can’t barter with a fast food chain. But then it gets worse. Depending on the state they are not only legally forbidden to give a homeless person food — they can’t even leave it in an open garbage container — Because the homeless person might get sick from eating stale food.

Circuses and carnivals used to be places to gather quick coin and travel without having to marry the job. You could join up and drop out as you wanted to. But there don’t seem to be as many carnivals as there once was. Laws seriously impacted them. The Fat Lady isn’t allowed to be there any more, even though she made more money and lived a better life than the people who outlawed here. I’ve been told a circus isn’t a circus without an elephant — And I’m not sure if people want circuses without the “feeling of danger” they get from seeing big cats do tricks.

Fruit tramp was always a good option. Working piece work you had the option of working your butt off to get a few dollars more, or doing like I did: Earn what you needed, then take a nap. If you are homeless, and have a good sleeping bag, your expenses are low. A couple of days work a week is all you need.

BUT:

Laws are changing farm labor.

These laws are being made by people who judge piecework by their own standard. Most of them can’t conceive of people who will earn just what they need for the next day or two and then lay down under a tree and take a nap. They think all farm workers will forego rest breaks in order to earn a few cents more. And there are some who do. They are trying to turn farm work into 9 – 5  office work.

What are my points here, if any?

Homeless people need options. Not restrictions.

Those who want a homebound life full of obligations and restrictions need options that will fulfill their desire.

Those who, like my Bo friend whose only desire in life was a bridge to sleep under, a bite to eat, and a cup of coffee to get the day started right, should have the options to live that way.

Right now I have a wife, a home, and a family. But that might not always be true. The prospect of being homeless doesn’t bother me. What worries me is the social attitude, that I see as near pathological, that makes people want to make laws that prevents homeless people from joining society on the one hand while making it almost impossible to survive, let alone enjoy, the freedom from shackles the homeless lifestyle provides you on the other hand.

Well, dcardiff keep up the good work.

And always encourage those people who want to help the homeless to be sure they are doing things FOR them and not TO them.

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Dare to do it awful!e

Mister G Kids @ 1 – Artists | Mister G Kids

This guy says a lot in his little toon.

When I was a kid I spent way too much time thinking people sounded intelligent when I should have spent more time thinking they were idiots.

One of the things that made sense to me until I really started thinking about it was the sentiment espoused by several people:

“When you do something you should do it well or don’t do it at all.”

“Anything I do I make sure I do it right.”

“If it is not worth doing right it is not worth doing at all.” “Always give it your best.”

It wasn’t until I discovered I wanted to do something that I enjoyed doing that I realized that kind of sentiment is retarded.

You see I realized there are a lot of things I enjoy that I would never have the time or the resources to be good at. A few things, like math, I simply wasn’t smart enough to become good at. Other things, like philosophy, I would never be able to afford the education to find out if I were smart enough.

It really struck me when I heard a couple of golfers discussing one of their club members. “He’s just a duffer. That is all he ever will be. He doesn’t put enough into it to get even half way good.”

Well, wait a minute. Whose talking? These aren’t pro golfers themselves. Sure, maybe they get in decent games, but compared to the top pros, what are they?

Duffers.

We’re just kids.

We should all do what we enjoy doing first and the quality will take care of itself.

 

 

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Stencils and airbrush!

“I create custom works of art using a rather unique style. I hand cut stencils and use Spray Paint to make my work. Yes everything you see is spray paint on canvas!

I work in Business or Residential spaces and have done many pieces all over the globe.”

So says Ray Ferrer – Emotion on Canvas | ** OFFICIAL Site of Artist Ray Ferrer **

I love doing art and my wife is an artist. She paints in oils. She is also a ceramicist and works in glass — But that has nothing to do with this blog.

I paint in acrylics and have done some air brush art in the past. Sometimes I mix and match.

The sentiment I bump across every so often is that if the artist uses stencils they are not producing true art — Even though the artist created the stencils themselves.

Let me put that to rest. Especially for all of those snobs who look down on any work of art that is not their own.

Art is not the materials used. Oil, crayon, and bits of found cloth are all equal.

Art is not the method used to compose it. Methodology creates a genre, nothing more. Oil painting and Origami are different genres. And some of us mix both our mediums and our genres.

Art is the result.

Either you appreciate that result or you do not.

Not every sunset, nor every sunrise, is beautiful to every beholder.

A sunrise that portends a dry hot day is viewed differently on a beach or a mountain lake than it is in the middle of a parched desert.

 

 

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Family is great!

So my little rat rod that gets me to work and back is in the hospital. It will take a week to get the part to fix it. Fortunately it doesn’t cost a fortune.

The grandsons are fixing a car for their  sister and cousin that I’m told will be sold to their aunt, another daughter.

In the mean time I get to drive it to work.

Family is wonderful.

Life is good.

Enjoy it and live it like you mean it!

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Tech no lies Tech no lousy

Went to the gas station. Did the whole credit card at the pump thing.

Had to go inside to the clerk to get my receipt — Again.

The guy at the next pump, same thing. It happens way too often. In fact more often than not I find myself going inside for a receipt.

His comment was, “All the time. Shitty technology, shitty service.”

Technology is amazing, but it is highly over promised. What ever the salesman say technology will do today, you can bet two or three upgrades down the road, that is what technology will be able to do.

If you want to know what today’s current technology will actually do today go back and see what the salesman said it would do two or three downgrades in the past.

And whatever he says it will do today you can happily look forward to it doing some time in the future.

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Just eat once in a while

Doesn’t anybody just eat any more?

People see an avocado — They want to make guacamole.

Someone sees a stalk of celery they want to add peanut butter or something else to it.

They have to make everything into a salad or a soup or a sandwich.

Surprise! You do not have to stuff a bell pepper. You can just pick it up and eat it. You can eat grapes without it being involved with a fruit salad. You can eat veggies that are raw all by themselves.

The worst offenders are often vegetarians. I had a friend who was a vegetarian. He invited me for dinner and I thought that was great. I love my veggies. But when I looked at my plate I could identify nothing that looked in the least like a veggie. Everything looked like some kind of meat patty with sauce on them.

I was very disappointed.

I know there is a wave of chefs on TV who can do amazing things with food — And that is okay too — But you don’t have to do anything with it at all.

Just pick it up and eat it.

 

 

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Tallness and Time

Interesting blog. A Short Introduction… | datingtallsingle.

I used to be tall. But before that I was short. The shortest kid in class. I was quick, I was coordinated. I could not be caught by any tall kids who wanted to mess with me. I loved it.

Then one summer I grew two inches.

I was the tallest kid in class. I was clumsy, I was uncoordinated. I didn’t dare use a fork or a knife for fear I’d poke my own eye out. No one had to trip me. Just stick their leg out and I’d trip over my own feet.

Eventually my muscles caught up with my bones and the next year I was normal as far as speed, agility, etc was concerned.

In 1965 six foot was tall. I was six-foot and a pinch.

I used to think women really didn’t like me. They just kept me around to reach things off the top shelf for them. To this day I will be shopping and some lady, sometimes even a man, will ask me to reach up and get something for them.

Nowadays six-foot isn’t all that tall and I’ve managed to shrink an inch.

So I guess by the time I’m a hundred  I’ll be this little old guy asking tall young folks to get things off the top shelves for me.

Circle of life, bud, circle of life.

 

 

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The protocol defense

Another relative is in the hospital. Call up, how they doing?

Can’t talk to you without a password.

Okay. I give the family password. Every since some public disservant invented the idea of necessary passwords we have had the same one.

Sorry, wrong password.

How can that be. It is the one we always use.

Oh, but now you can’t use the same password you used in the past. You have to have a brand new password every time now. This is for your own security.

Nobody here needs security. Nobody feels threatened or feels the need for protection.

Just the same, it is for your own protection.

What if somebody did feel threatened? What if someone felt they were in danger. What security precautions would you take then?

We do not discriminate. This is why we have passwords.

So you have just enough security in place to harass everyone but not enough to really protect anyone, is that correct?

I’m sorry you feel that way, sir.

So you are telling me what you have in place is The Protocol Defense. So long as you follow protocol you it doesn’t matter what happens or to whom it happens, you can’t be blamed.

That is why we have protocol, sir. Please call back when you have a password.

 

 

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What’s missing?

Social worker comes in with the doctor to tell the adult children their mother is going to be a vegetable if she ever revives and that is doubtful.

Everyone is nice. Everyone is kind.

When people get unruly or look like they might be going to argue the social worker politely heads off any potential problems.

The day comes, the decision is made, the anguish begins. People are in the hallways crying. People are bumping into walls because they can’t see where they are going. No one quite knows what to do for themselves or for each other.

But everybody tries their best.

Where is a social worker now? Where is anyone trained to deal with Post Death Shock?

Is anyone trained?

The plug is pulled, their job is done. They went home. If one of the survivors leaves a mess on the floor one of the janitors will clean it up before he or she goes home too.

It is a stock photograph.

No one questions it.

Visiting hours are over. Nothing to see here. Go home.

 

 

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Life, death, and what the hell.

This is going to be thoughts, as I think them, when I think them.

Why do I think them? Don’t know and don’t care.

Comments on what I see, hear, feel, and what I don’t see, hear, or feel.

I’ll probably publish things I should keep to myself.