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Red, Green, Gold

My legs are cramping, my palms are sweating. The rage is pumping through my brain. I look around, my compatriots surround me. My friends, the ones I love, and they love me the same. This is the one point where we change sides. Did he take more than me?! Is there still enough for seconds?! When is the next meal going to be?! Food stress is such a mystery. When you find yourself in a scarce environment you start living like an animal. When mealtime comes, you stock up on food like the next meal won’t come for weeks. I’ll be sitting down during a meal with a large plate of food, plenty enough food for one person, and all I can think is if there will be enough for me to have another serving. It’s part of the primal brain humans still retain. It makes you feel like an animal, like you have no civilized intelligence. And it brings about hunger that one has never experienced. It’s a deep hole that can never be filled. The hardest part of it all is bringing your mind back to earth and asking if you really do need that extra food. I think we can all agree that you don’t. But for now we will dancing around like monkeys waiting for the next meal. And when it comes we will eat like lions. After we’ve filled our tummys with much too much to eat, well then we will sleep like hippos.

By: Alex Depavloff

Sitting, Waiting, Fishing

You watch the white line disappear into the water. Where did it go? The smell reaches your nose. Not too pleasant. You let the line sit… while you sit. The object of the game is to sit. The sun beats down and the only reasonable way to pass the time is to talk to the least likely person to go fishing. You decide its time to bring the line in. You almost expect it to be a chaotic endeavor. You start reeling and at first it goes nice and smooth, then you feel where it catches. It starts to get tougher and tougher. The top of the pole curves like an archers bow. You realize this an animal fighting for its life. It knows it won’t live much longer. The top of the pole feels like its going to break at this point, its got a crazy curve. You wonder if you’ve caught a whale. You buckle down… in the name of sport? In the name of dinner? Maybe its just an “in the moment” thing. The fish thrashes in the water as you bring it to shore and get ready to seal the deal. You drag it through the sand, it flops in its last moments of life. You stare it in the eye. It stares back. It breathes in air, it chokes. You breath in air, to steady your hand. You plunge your knife in its head and spasms run through its body. You twist the knife, its body stills. Its life has been taken by your hands and now it lays dead in the sand. All you can do now is have gratitude. You sink your knees into the sand… look at the sky. Life and death, just like that. So simple, so fast. Your mind is racing and the only way to quiet your thoughts is to rig up some more bait and cast again.

By: Alex Depavloff

My Day in Mehico

Today I witnessed a vast cultural difference between Americans and Mexicans. Finding the Good had the privilege to meet with a large group of kids that were close to our age. After getting to know them for a little while I proposed that we do some interviews as a part of the media piece I’ve been working on. I worked up a list of questions to ask the kids, such as “What are you passionate about?” and “What is a major concern for you in the world today?” When we sat down for the interview I was geared to grill these kids and find out a Mexican’s perspective was on all the different issues that I myself find very important. The answers that came out really surprised me. Most of the kids just said: “I don’t know”. Over and over I got this response and I wondered if these kids just didn’t think outside of their area and their lives. I talked to some of the staff about it later on and they thought that most of these kids were brought up in a culture that doesn’t really support that kind of expression. They live their lives with concern for the present and what’s going on around them. Their minds don’t think about glaciers falling into the ocean or mass extinctions in Japan.  Plus they are not exposed to nearly the same amount of mass media that we are in the U.S. It was an interesting observation and I hope I can learn more about why this goes on.

By: Alex Depavloff

Banjos Strumming at Midnight

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Banjos Strumming At Midnight

We all wear the same color

As we hustle and bustle about

The clouds are elaborate in our minds

The task at hand is clear

That much is certain




Computer… Typing!



Just be a robot… yes just like that

What comes into our peripheral when we hustle?

Something to break our ground

Everything shatters around us when it happens

None of us expected it, thank god for random occurrence

The food was finished

Set out for consumption

The epitome of perfect timing!

Rufus swooped down on our congregation with a curious eye

Well two actually

Hustle bustle, hustle bustle

Rufus yells stop in the calm way that he does

He’s so great at that

Listen up! Listen up! He yells

I’m here! My name is Rufus and I won’t come again

Take advantage of such a clear profile

Such a close perspective

Ok, you guys seem nice enough

Maybe I’ll come a little closer

Maybe a little closer

I love your little jokes

Your petty expressions

Your countenance entertains me

By the way, I can smell your food

You succeeded Rufus

We all slowed down

Were watching you now

Everything else is mute

You’ve captured our attention in a jar

All we can wonder now is whether or not your hurt

I’m not hurt! I’m curious!

By golly, You aliens are so ugly

Get back to your things

I know your important people

With important cameras and such

Remember me though

Off Rufus flies into the great blue

Such a majestic creature

For once we are slow

For once we are breathing

Don’t stop now

We love you Rufus

By: Alex Depavloff

Crossing The Border

On the 16th of February we left our campground in San Diego and headed for the Mexican border. We made a quick stop in San Ysidro to change our money. We noticed right away how different the culture and heritage was incorporated into the money. On the pesos there were pictures of native tribes and local vegetables. We instantly saw that they had a deeper connection to their roots and natural history.

We all worked ourselves up thinking that crossing the border would be a long, stressful process. But we were surprised by the relative simplicity and quickness of it. The first thing that caught our eyes was the soldiers with their fully automatic weapons, and MARINA clearly printed across their chests. We parked, had our visas checked, and just like that we headed into Tijuana. Throughout our lives we had been subjected to images of Mexico being a place of solace and beauty. This was so much more.

Tijuana was the embodiment of poverty. America wasn’t what the world was like. This was what the world was like, and it got much worse. The thing we noticed right away was the huge fence looming over us that separated Mexico from America. On one side you had the Mexican fence, which was made up of 8ft high pieces of sheet metal that hung from a weak frame. But on the other side huge cement pillars topped with barbed wire advertising a clear message of Keep Out. The group found ourselves wondering why we had to separate our country from such a beautiful and close neighbor. Crossing the border was an eye-opening experience and none of us expected what we saw.

By Alex Depavloff & Genesis Napel