Friday, May 29, 2009

sb - UNsafe

I can't even imagine how these Palestinian children would respond to the topic of 'safe.'  I can only imagine it would break our hearts into a million pieces.  I can only hope with our current administration that things will get better...

I found this photo on this blog


Thursday, May 28, 2009

Where do you feel safe these days? (Patricia)

SAFE- Sapphire Cordial

I used to be scared of everything. I was afraid to live on my own, to take risks, to let go of old habits.  I always knew this was unreasonable, but was so used to living this way that I didn't know how to adapt. And in a way I didn't want to. 
Living in a small town and seeing only the people I had known for years made me feel safe, and safety is a nice feeling, but only to a point. Without any challenges, I soon grow lethargic and my life becomes repetitive. It took me a long time to come out of my shell, and I still have a long way to go, I'm sure. 

One day a few years ago I was riding with my mom down 80 West, and we were discussing this. 
She pointed out the flower bushes growing in the highway median. She told me to imagine how they must feel, bombarded constantly by speeding cars, unprotected from the elements, sprayed with chemicals. But they weren't shying away or withered. They were blooming brightly and their branches were winding around and overtaking the manmade dividers, unhindered by their surroundings.

What can one accomplish being afraid to live?

Safety is an illusion anyhow. At any moment I could get hit by a car, my house could get broken into, I could get held up at gunpoint, I could have a brain hemorrhage and drop dead . Or those things could never happen. To live in fear accomplishes nothing.

Every time I drive through Davis now, I notice those bushes and I remember how fucking much I love my mom.

Safe - Michelle

The other day, I told my roommates that every time I go to the top of the stairs, to run down to my bedroom, and it is PITCH black down there, my heart leaps into my chest and I get really freaking scared. They both replied JUST TURN ON THE LIGHT SWITCH DUMMIE! Which obviously I do, every time, before I actually go downstairs. But first, I have a mini panic attack, because how am I to know if it is on or not before I go to the doorway and look down. Anyway, my point is I am scared of the dark and I am 28 years old. Even in my own house, and even when I am not alone. Most of the time I feel safe, but sometimes, not.


Safe- Jessica/Rob

Safety is an illusion. When you least expect it a stranger can cut your window screen and enter your home or force you into their car and drive away. Everyday there are stories of missing people all over the world, they just disappear. Some of them show up, some of them don't, and some bodies are never found. I like to scare myself, I imagine myself in dangerous situations when I am alone, in the shower, when I leave my window open at night. I indulge in my fears and find it fun and inspiring.

I listen to acidcop's giallo terrore, and savor the feeling of heightened senses. It's a soundtrack to an old Italian horror movie complete with glass shatters, unearthly screams, murders, climaxes, moments of extreme tension and eerie melodies. It makes my pulse race and sends my imagination into overdrive.

Now what?

I think I lost the key to my safe, which has all my important documents in it. Now I can't do my fafsa. I may have a hard time getting that driving permit, which I had planned on getting today.

Safe - graciela.

Moped safety regulation for the Metropolitan Area of Casablanca

safe - st.ofle

I think people house the idea of being "home" more than items or places sometimes.
I say this because it is human to associate the idea of being home with the idea of being safe.
Safe to me has a nasty edge to it, and people call that complacency.
I don't particularly like feeling safe

but when I do, here's where I do it.

(Polaroid of my bed)



Safe - Jessalyn

You cried when you met me at the restaurant because parking had been so hard. I held your slim fingers and kissed their nails across the table. You swam with me when the lake was cold and deep and you didn't want to. I wrapped you in a towel and fixed you tea, kept my arms around you until you stopped shivering. You read Don Quixote and I read my horoscope. Every blonde hair trapped on my pillow I saved. When I found lavender on my doorstep in the afternoon, I knew it was from you. Ivory soap is still the safest scent in the world to me.

am i human


What the F Brussels Airlines.
Two places come to mind when I think of where people like to feel most safe - in their homes, and when they're on an airplane.
I have no problem flying, I actually enjoy it (looking out at the wings and thinking about how people thought to put this heavy machinery together that can actually lift off the ground?? magnificent), and I've been flying a lot lately, so it's been fantastic to find companies like Scandinavian Airlines which are incredibly efficient at what they do. Organized, to the point, comfortable.
Taking Brussels Airlines to Spain the other day however was a disconcerting experience from start to finish - the chaotic check-in desk, the security people making fun of what I was wearing as they patted me down, the flight attendants coming in and out of the plane and cockpit in hushed, confused voices, the baggage workers having a yelling argument outside the windows as they loaded up the plane.
And you know people, the passengers start to look around with shifty eyes, they start to get hostile and stress each other out even more.
Anyway. Yes, I was already in a bad mood when I arrived to your place of business BrusselAir (how could I not be after only one hour of sleep and having to leave Paris?), but you are a huge FAIL when it comes to being good at what you do. Sorry.

(Air Baltic is not a FAIL. They are great.)

ok and

Safe. mmm I don't think about this word much. A similar concept maybe is to be at peace or "content". I feel that way when I'm on a good path and my future makes sense. I feel it when I achieve something I've been working towards. And most of all I feel it when I get to fall asleep next to the person I love. Beds are incredibly safe, beautiful places.

Wednesday, May 27, 2009

Self Portrait.