Anonymous asked: Are you going to Jordan through a specific organization / program? If so, may I ask with whom?
Yes, it is a 3 week old organization. It is now able to accept tax deductible donations as of a few hours ago.
Email me for details. :) jifunkera@gmail.com
Anonymous asked: your plans for jordan?
Building refugee camps. Help Syrians. Save the world.
A week in pictures. 4.14.13
Random photos from the weekend at Northern GRADE.
Keira Crowther.
I’m moving to Jordan soon. Real soon.
i remember waking up just before sunrise, when the air is thin and cold. the faces of weary children emerge from the surrounding mud homes to fetch the day’s water. i grab a white t-shirt off the line, which i hung to dry but feels wet from the dew.
i walk over to uncover my motorcycle from underneath a large black tarp. sometimes small mice, frogs, snakes, or large spiders find shelter beneath the warmth of the engine from the previous night’s ride, they can be seen scurrying, leaping, or slithering away.
the motor is stubborn from the morning cold. it takes a few tries, you cant twist the throttle too much or you’ll flood the engine. you have to be gentle. but if that fails, a few harsh words and a couple kicks will get her going.
the ride starts slow, i’m not wearing a helmet, they’re hard to come by. i have to first ride out of the village, since potholes are too deep. the roads further out are less traveled, mostly used by the military who comb the dirt road so its more smooth. it’s a straight road headed north, that is rumored to take you all the way up to Egypt if you kept on it. i’m testing the limits of this cheap Chinese bike, given away as some charity. the motor is roaring, the handlebars begin to vibrate enough to make my hands feel numb.
100km/h… 115km/h… 125km/h.. the road is beginning to sweep beneath my feet. the bush surrounding the road is a streak of green. the wind in my face is freezing. my shirt is gripping my body. my jeans feel heavy. the road is getting brighter as the sun begins to creep up to my right. i’m chasing the horizon. the dust begins to rise as the dew dries. i’ll have to slow down soon or i will lose control. the motor is screaming, protesting against such harsh abuse. my arms are tense. the sharp wind in my eyes are making it impossible to see. everything is a blur.
i grip the clutch, subtle with the brake. downshift. downshift. downshift. neutral. the bike quiets, and gives an exhausted sigh as i kill the engine.
the road ahead looks the same as the road behind me, like standing in a mirror. i drop the kickstand and lean against the bike. the sun will crest the horizon soon. i don’t want to miss it.
i detest the thought of growing old.
aging is an inevitability, but far too many begin to live passively. i was thrust into this world violently and i live violently. i eat too little or far too much. i have gone days without sleep and slept in for days. i drink and drank excessively and take my hangovers as a consequence, not a punishment. i have worked to exhaustion— i have pushed, pulled, lifted, lowered, chopped, and built with my hands. i have loved, lost and languished. i have been the hedonist and have found joy in asceticism.
i traveled and still long to leave. i find delight in the unknown where the language, food, culture, and architecture is unfamiliar. people are always telling me that maturity or marriage will keep me grounded, but that only makes those things become undesireable.
when old age does arrive, i refuse to delay toward death. far too many people do all they can to prolong their exits. it’s bad theatre and its bad living. men grow into babies, needing to be fed, bathed, and changed. why regress into infancy? i will live for Glory, i will die in gain.
why are you so much responsibility? I just wanted to enjoy you as I watch my movie. Your instructions are so simple. Are the kitchen appliances to blame?
why are all these microwaves not universal in power? hi-power must mean hi-power in all microwave sets, no? i mean, you even have a popcorn setting! GE, Panasonic, Kenmore, and whoever else produces microwaves, how dare you assume that all microwaveable popcorn will require equal amount of time and power! How pretentious that you would call yourselves intelligent products of the 21st century and not know that popcorn does not take five minutes to cook.
I had one bag of popcorn left, and you have ruined my whole movie experience. If you had established a setting that would at least under cook my popcorn, I would have at least some, rather than none to eat.
Furthermore, the subsequent fire that I had to put out ruined my microwave AND my garbage can. My home smells like smoke. My clothes smell like smoke. I don’t even want to watch my movie anymore.
You bastards.
One more thing, if we have fire detectors that can detect smoke and alert you, why can’t our microwaves be equipped with the same technology to turn off automatically when smoke is detected? I realize weirdo may love his food burnt to a crisp, so maybe have an option to turn the setting off? The added benefit is that you’d have a microwave that also detected fires, right? Someone patent this and make tons of money and buy my ticket to Africa, its all i ask for… maybe a bag of popcorn too.
Random ranting. :)
my beautiful mother. this was her passport photo when she moved to the US.
she deserves to be blogged.
No dogs allowed.
Hi Nala.
Walking my dog. I’m not doing it right. (Taken with instagram)
