last night, i watched a panel discussion on the race crisis in america. this younger guy on the panel mentioned how he thought people of color should join forces and use the resources available to us to build a political party that represents “the people”.
that idea is all i’ve been able to think about since i heard him say it.
really sometimes i just be up panicking thinking about how ima properly discuss shit like sexuality and race and religion with my future kids. every little thing you do/say to these people has the potential to have a major and permanent effect on them and that freaks me the fuck out.
just asked a panel of (minority and indigenous) writers in Australia to compare the struggle writers of color face there to the struggle writers of color face here in the states, and it turned into a whole interesting ass discussion
all online. through twitter and google hangout. technology is wild.
also, australians aren’t that great at pronouncing my name
the staff of my elementary school had several conversations with my mother about skipping me to the 2nd grade, when i was in kindergarten. the school felt i was advanced enough to handle a more complicated curriculum.
ultimately, both parties decided against the idea.
when i got older, my mother told me one of the deciding factors of me not being skipped ahead a couple grades was the fact that i was the only kid in my class who had no idea how to even begin to tie his shoes.
So. A few friends and I have been working on this snow fort the past two days. There’s a crazy huge pile of snow layered with ice from the plows in our parking lot and we’ve been hollowing and digging it out. It’s actually really epic. We made a lot of progress today and we celebrated by hot boxing it. It was awesome. We had six people fitting comfortably, a lantern, we were playing music. We smoked like three bowls. There’s an opening on the side and an opening on the top. We put a blanket over the top opening.
Halfway through the third bowl we see the legs of a dude shining a flashlight down into the side opening. We shut off the music and turn off the light. The guy (who turns out to be a cop, which was not obvious to all but many assumed) is like “what are you doing in there?” There’s like a 7 foot tunnel from the main chamber of this fort to the side entrance, and makenna is lying on her stomach with her legs out that tunnel. So makenna like turns around and sits up and says “we’re chilling in a snow fort” and he was like, “it smells like weed” and there was a long pause. And I was like, “there’s no weed in here.” And he was like, “how many of you are in there?” And we were all silent. And then the guy said it again, louder, and there was a long pause, and Sam was like, “six.” And then the dude mumbled something and walked away.
We all wait and then I walk into the house to put all weed paraphernalia back into my room, and I come back out and everyone else had left, but justin and Kenna were there with shovels working on the fort more. They said that while I was in the house two cops came back, shined the light in and saw them in there, then justin popped up from the top entrance and was like “hey” and the cops were like “hey” and walked away.
earl the pearl gathered a couple of my neighbors and asked them to go around my apartment building and get all of the tenants to move their cars out of the parking lot. there was a ton of snow and he wanted to clear the lot with his plow.
after all but two of the cars were moved from the lot to the street, earl the pearl thanked my neighbors, packed his plow away and drove home, leaving the lot covered in snow.
i just opened my w2 just to see what the numbers look like for when i file my taxes. i wasn’t aware that i made that much money last year. for the first time, i’m probably going to owe money to the government this year, which sucks because i’m broke now. it’s also pretty ridiculous of me to be broke right now after seeing this number and knowing it’s off by thousands of dollars from all the money that i didn’t claim
i found out that the person who entered my apartment while i was gone to unplug my space heater last night was not my landlord, but a man named “earl the pearl”. i know this because i found a business card with earl’s information on it on the floor near my back door. on the back, he wrote “call me at this # as soon as u get here about the heat Do not put ur heater on or touch thermostat”. shit. i did both of those things. i must have overlooked the business card he left for me as i cautiously entered my apartment last night thinking someone broke in and was still inside.
seeing richard ross speak at risd last night made me want to get more involved with my community. i don’t do shit, really. "you’re in your 20s. you can change the fucking world."
the bartender made some joke about a guy trying to tip her with hash. a few seconds later, she called my name from across the restaurant. i looked up and with a serious look on her face, she mouthed the words “do you want a brownie” and i gave her a nod and now i am at home