A Weekly Journal Chronicling My Life
As It Intersects With The Garbage Dump Community Near La Ceiba, Honduras

Tuesday, May 31, 2011

Killin' Parasites & Other Fun Things

So I've had this project up my sleeve for some time now and I've been waiting for the opportune time to launch it. A few months ago I got an unexpected donation - someone gave me two tubs full of very powerful and effective de-worming pills. There were enough pills for every man, woman, child and probably every house pet as well, in Los Laureles. I had these pills and a lot of motivation but a problem presented itself; this was not a job for one person or even two - I needed slaves. I needed them to write down names, take pictures, draw a community map, hold my dog's leash; I needed lots of slaves. I wrung my hands and racked my brain and thought to myself, "Wherever will I find such unsuspecting dupes to do my bidding?" I thought and I thought; I thought about the children here in Los Laureles but realized that they're much too flighty for this type of work. They'd start out with me like eager beavers and then suddenly get distracted by a loud crash or a scampering lizard (read lunch) and scatter to off to the four winds, they would never do. I thought about the youth from church but quickly dismissed them because they tend to be whiny and afraid of things like dust and puddles of water; it's a good thing I dismissed them as I may have ended up in jail for murder. I was at the end of my rope when I remembered the YES Team; they were coming, they would be here within a month or two, they would arrive with the perfect mix of naïveté, energy and fear, they could be my slaves! When they first arrived I was really nice to them and buttered them up alot; I took them swimming, introduced them to all the kind children, I didn't yell at them for traipsing through my house with feet that look like they belong to trolls. In short, I was not myself - I had a plan after all. Slowly though I began to acclimatize them to my reign of terror - I held day trips to exotic places out in front of them and then snatched them away with a twinkle in my eye, I began to bring around the nasty, bruttish children that whine and scream and are not very pleasant to look at, I started making them walk backwards into my home, cloth in-hand, wipping up their footprints as they advanced. I had them, and when I was convinced that I had broken their spirits sufficiently I sprung this project on them. Their response was unforseen, it was a mixture of joy and gratitude; the joy I still don't get but the gratitude I think came from not having to be surrounded by grimey little toad-children all day.
So! All that to say, the following 46 photographs are from our forrays into parasite land and might I add that I don't think I took a single one of them though they all came from my camera. Go Slaves!

ok, so rule number one: no dead babies.
like i said, this is a powerful pill and could be fatal to any child under 2 years of age.
we're playing it safe and saying no one under 3.

rule number 2: find a fluent spanish-speaking slave to do everything for you.
this one here traveled up from tegucigalpa to visit us.
we put her to work before she knew what hit her.
rule number 3: if responsible adults aren't at home, just talk to the 4 year olds they've so responsibly left in-charge and leave the baby killing pills with them.
rule number 5: just because everyone stares at it long enough doesn't mean it will go away, stop screaming or become less unpleasant to look at.

rule number 6: people that live in green houses are probably leprechauns that don't need de-wormed anyways.

ok, enough of the rules.
just artsy photos now.

carrie and blakely

a view of the upper part of the community from the ridge



a creator's beauty in a garbage dump

yeah, the garbage dump

but mostly beauty

i likes it

observation deck

bath time

coming out to meet the gringos
they're real and everything

dixon, one of the kind children

ronal one of the not-so-kind children

ok he's in a category all his own

"Good bye, I promise to write."

this guy
what a lovely photo

like i said about ronal

duke's sister

garbage dump tours

here's a turnaround story
i'll write about it sometime


best friends

headed off to soccer practice
even though they're too young to be on the team

nothing at all like the original


personal shade



laureles style
oh and mateito turned 2
still isn't talking yet
turns out he doesn't much care for cake either

his older brother elvin loves it though
to a fault

Thursday, May 26, 2011

Innocent Joy

Darwin and his mango-stained smile
Sunday afternoons are a day of semi-rest for me. Usually girlfriend comes over after church, the other occupants of the house head to the river and we stay behind listening to music, drinking coffee and cleaning...we're both OCD freaks and for us this is fun. This past Sunday we were half-way through cleaning the house when two of Marta's youngest boys showed up at my door, well-dressed as though they were headed into town. I asked if the needed anything and the older of the two, Elvin, plainly stated that they had come to visit. I was taken aback by his grown-up manner and had to stiffle a chuckle. Not wanting to be a bad host I invited them on to the porch offered them a drink and mentioned that girlfriend might have some books she could read them. She more than jumped at the chance to stop dusting my soup cans and grabbed her favorites off the book shelf. Two Curious George and three dinosaur books later the kids were getting ansty so they decided to play hide-and-go-seek with Cesar the neighbor boy. I discovered that they're not the most intelligent children, their ideas of what constituted well-placed hiding spots were beyond absurd; a blind horse could have found them out. Each round last apporximately 2 minutes and 25 seconds, all the child had to do was stop counting, open his eyes and look about in plain day, there were the other two tucked under a long-legged table or standing behind a rocking chair. This gaming of theirs baffled me but I let it carry on because it kept them occupied and allowed me to clean.  When they had had enough of the games they let it be known that they were getting hungry, again not wanting to be rude I offered them a mango which they devoured and forthwith laid down on my porch floor to nap. I was beginning to think that perhaps the boys had come to stay for good but I was wrong. When it began to get late Elvin announced that it was time to be heading home, he took Darwin's hand in his and headed down the hill; as they were walking away he yelled that they would be back tomorrow. They were.

Wednesday, May 25, 2011

Who Are The People In My Neighborood?

I remember that song from my childhood, watching Sesame Street, it came back to me just now. Ok, that's a bizarre, stream-of-conciousness way to begin a post. This post really isn't about my neighborhood per se, if it were it would include Blance, Johnny, Pancha and a lot of chickens. I was looking back through my camera the other day though and noticed that a lot of my recent pictures are close-ups of people's faces; and they're really good. I've been lending the Nikon out to kids and YES'ers as of late and the following then is what they've been seeing through the lense. 

ok, this really wasn't supposed to be my first photo.
blogger.com is not photo friendly.
even though they claim to be.
they're not.
ergo, they make me look arrogant by putting my photo first when I was supposed to be somewhere in the middle.
I am arrogant though.
maybe blogger.com is really about revealing our true selves despite our best intentions.

guarded joy

coffee break
meche claims to be my girlfriend.
i don't deny it nor do i confirm it.
i did procur for her coffee and a seat at the latest community meeting.
she kissed me and blew on my neck.
she's 76.

that's meche's great-grandson.

gossip session around the tortilla maker

these kids are the most photogenic in the community 


ronal and rafa
a happy couple




angie on her birthday

this was uspposed to be the first photo.
not me.
i swear.

pepe being man-handled by abel

blakely and pani in the tamarindo tree

this is the picture of arrogance
i give you...

blakely again

who's gonna mess with that?

a meeting of sorts


any thoughts?