My garage is always a diaster area. I couldn’t fit a car in there if I tried. Heck, I’m not even sure a bike would fit. Now let me be clear. Even if I could fit a car in my garage, I wouldn’t put one in there. I like to use my garage space as an art studio, a place where I can do crazy projects like projectwarm.us or any other crazy idea that pops into my head.
Being an artist, I see everything as a blank canvas and every little trinket having some artistic value. My garage clearly reflects my views. Continue reading →
I keep trying to make these postings into something perfect. I want to post each one with some info about what it is, you know, setting the context. Then I want to make the post and ask questions about it afterward. I want to edit, read, reread, rewrite… you get the picture. The problem? Time. I haven’t had time to do all of this, so I’m choosing to let it go. I’ll be posting what I have written already so I can get it out there. Here’s another journal entry about homelessness in suburbia.
Journal entry: Looking homeless
The goal today is to not spend a single penny, blend into suburbia and put more miles on my shoes than my car.
I order to fit in, you need the critical mass crowd, meaning enough people around you to make you invisible. Looking homeless in suburbia means to not look homeless. I guess that’s why I didn’t fit in at Starbucks this morning. I looked like I just woke up, my hair a mess and my clothing not that of the typical customer in this area. And just wait until the next time I try to get a refill with my paper cup. Even with all of the cleaning and care I’ve given it, the seams are swollen and stained and some of the coffee spots on the outside of it are permanent. It’s starting to look as though I might have pulled it out of the trash can, which may be my next option. Continue reading →
There are so many challenges for homeless people, I can’t even begin to scratch the surface. What I can do is give people some things to think about. That’s really all I’m trying to do here. As humanitarians, what can we do to help?
Wants and needs
I’m quickly slowing down, meaning my life pace. What’s the hurry? I have no place to go, no friends to see, no job to work and no house to clean. Also, moving around, as I mentioned earlier, cost money. All moves must be well planned. I have time to plan. Continue reading →
Okay, maybe the title of this post is a little harsh, or is it? This is another journal entry from my homelessness thing. I still don’t know what to call it.
Here’s a reality most of us don’t think about. Gasoline is a necessity in suburbia, if of course, you have a car. On Maslow’s hierarchy of human needs, gas ranks on the safety level. This could be a whole blog post in itself.
Basic necessities are scarce or unavailable
It’s becoming increasingly difficult to fit in, especially when you don’t have money to buy anything. I’m at a different Starbucks than yesterday. I still have about $4.00 in cash and I would love nothing more than a hot cup of coffee, but instead, I’m drinking my cold leftovers from yesterday. Continue reading →
I’ve been in design hibernation on a secret graphic design mission, so I haven’t been blogging over the last two weeks. The project still undercover, so I can’t share it just yet.
This is the next in the series of my homeless journals. Today is Labor Day, a day where we celebrate our economic prosperity through the contributions of the American workforce. I received a text message from a homeless friend yesterday about holidays. Let me answer the obvious question here. Yes, he has a cell phone. I’m quite sure it’s a prepaid phone, but if he ever has any hope of finding a job, he must have a phone where he can be reached.
The text message said, “...holidays are doubly painful-not only no family to go to but all the libraries close leaving you with no where to go.” He’s right. I had never thought about that, from the holiday perspective, that is. I had planned to go grocery shopping today, but the store where I shop (Aldi) is closed for the holiday. I don’t know that I was irritated about it, but my plans were altered. Shopping will have to wait until they reopen tomorrow, as I don’t want to pay a premium for going to a different grocery store. After receiving this text message, I felt bad for even thinking in that direction. Continue reading →