Reality is gray, and colors are the accents. Reality is conforming to the norm of society in order to survive, in order to earn income and have a roof over your head when it rains. Colors are the superficial, aesthetically pleasing, “ne’er do wells” that serve nothing more than try to instill a uniqueness in the otherwise gray factual (physically hypothetical) world.
I had a discussion with somebody who had already decided that the colors were distracting in life, and all that mattered was the functionality and physical being of the gray matter.
Realism. Reality.
Priority was studying hard to get a good education, sealing a secure career, and providing for your family or those you feel close to. Even if that means giving up a good opportunity for schoolwork. That’s maturity. That’s something I can never achieve because at the back of my mind, I still want to believe that people can be able to live passionately. I think individuality, diversity, and empathy should co-exist. I believe in being free-spirited (which shares a border with carelessness), never passing up a opportunity, and being confident in your beliefs. To be a dreamer. I can’t just see gray.
I want color.
Sometimes I hate heart 2 hearts w/ people… they force me to start butting heads w/ them.
I couldn’t really find a picture of the girls, which just goes to show my point.
My AppliedAnth project is about the underrepresentation of the “Lost Girls of Sudan”, and helping them become enculturated into the United States via culturally sensitive/specific community centers (hopefully advocating the root of the problems at the refugee camps in Kenya too). I was a little wary about just focusing on the Lost Girls (which is not really a term used for the girl refugees, but just a reciprocal term of the “Lost Boys of Sudan”, who in turn got their names from the kids in Peter Pan that banded together in Neverland), but when looking up articles in the library, I found out that less than 3% of the U.S. refugees from the 2nd Sudanese war were female. This was a result of gender stereotypes from the UN — so although the girls were the same age as the boys, they were deemed too young to travel to the United States, and were instead placed in the care of foster parents in the Kakuma Kenya refugee camp (and then those foster parents sold the girls to be slaves, brides, and whatnot so they could feed themselves). Also, there were not many girls to start out with; they were usually at home when the villages were attacked, and the boys were mostly out herding cattle. Anyways, not being infinitely filled with knowledge, I had to go “research” it, “research” being wikipediaing a subject, and clicking on the external links at the bottom (I hate skipping all of it because my original project was on Sudanese refugee overcrowding in Chad, but my professor said that was an awfully difficult societal problem to fix don’t you think?). I finally saw this:
I got really excited. I mean, maybe this could give me resources, literature, media, organizations, specific NGOs, ongoing projects, and I could contact them for more information. Let’s click on it — maybe there is hope for this community after all.
When you cook a crane, make sure that the head does not touch the water, but is outside it. When it has been cooked, wrap it in a warm cloth and pull its head.
APICUS (first-century C.E. Roman gourmet)
Child With Goose. Louvre Museum, Paris, France. Artist/Maker Unknown.
“Maybe we can sleep in
I’ll make you banana pancakes
pretend like it’s the weekend now
And we can pretend it all the time,
Can’t you see that it’s just raining
there ain’t no need to go outside” (hate you so bad Seattle rain)
(want you so bad banana pancake)
