where cider meets condensed milk
Monday, July 28, 2008
SMC
Even being in a building with electricity, a few blocks from this (Steung Meanchey), can feel like an ivory tower. I don't spend much time this close to the burning mountains of rubbish, but any visit is enough to haunt you. Nearly all our day care kids were either following their parents here to pick garbage, or waiting in their tiny homes for their family to return each day. Some university students that volunteer with us are doing a documentary, following several families during their working days at the dump and traveling back with them to their first-glance-idyllic countryside homelands, where most people live on less than 45 cents a day, and many families are starving. Perspective... still trying to find it.

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Thursday, July 17, 2008
Mister Mister
My boys. Muscle-san looks ready to jump off that spray bottle to scrub down our counters. Not a moment too soon, I say!

My occasional view from work. Not my desk (which overlooks a scenic whiteboard) but the community center. Cows and trucks stroll by. Power goes out. Sun blazes. Behind me, picture 50 of the cutest kids ever, running around and doing art projects and swinging. Catch me when I'm home to see photos.



Commute. Good times.
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So wrong it's right. And then wrong. And then wrong again... welcome to the inaka.
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