we now return to our
regularly scheduled program.



today, on my way to place an order for customized fortune cookies for thursday evening's event, i walked past st. francis house on 12th street. the st. francis house is a soup kitchen, donation center, and i always see very dirty-looking, mostly non-white individuals loitering outside of it. i couldn't help but feel odd that i was on my way to order fortune cookies for an event celebrating social justice while passing this group of individuals who looked like they were in desperate need of some food and a shower. a little bit up the street there was an old parked car with two little children climbing all over the dashboard. it was a nice sunny day, and i walked past without making eye contact with any of them.

what does it mean to work for the poor? everyone has his own ideas. my parents seem to be really concerned with the issue, but only when they're in the philippines. a friend of mine thinks that the only solution is to become someone with power and authority, someone like obama. the people i work with seem to think it is about flooding more law school graduates into the legal services field. my old boss seems to think it is living simply, paying her uninsured college graduate employees close to nothing, and furnishing their apartments with nasty 1970's style decor. others like to teach at institutions, and they think that will do some good.

my english professor liked to quote jesus a lot. she'd say what jesus once said: "the poor you will have with you always." the saying can be taken two ways. the poor will always be around, therefore it is imperative that we all dedicate our lives to improving their situation. another way of looking at it is to say, they'll always be around because the system is broken; therefore, why bother? sit at your desk and play flood-it. link another funny video on twitter. go find romance somewhere.

in the morning, my bus passes the lowe's on rainier. there are always mexican men standing on the sidewalks, waiting to be picked up, waiting for work. i buy 20 starbucks gift cards at $5 each for some law students as rewards for filling out a survey. the baristas look like college students, possibly graduates. in the back of each of their minds is, "i am not going to do this forever." it becomes a mantra. the school custodian, a small, older laotian man gets on his knees, uses a squeegee to clean the windows of the school's entrance while a clean-cut young man in an expensive-looking suit walks past him.

all in the game, though, right?

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