Tuesday, March 28, 2006

adventures in kentucky

Cranks is a small rural mining community in the southeast part of the state of Kentucky--in the Appalacian region. It is only about 10 miles from Virginia, and about 5 miles from Tennessee.

Since 1983, an elderly couple has volunteered their time, directing a survival center on their property--a center in which people from all over the country come to volunteer with home building and repair, in order to help the town and its population of sub-standard housing.

The Center is hospitable and definitely "liveable," the directors' home--modest at best. A small ranch home here, one we might consider in need of "updating" or demolition, would be a luxury to people in the Cranks community. Many people live in trailers that are falling apart, some with multiple children or other family members, and only one or two bedrooms.

The surrounding neighborhoods, however, are perhaps one of the most disheartening aspects of this small-town Kentucky atmosphere. People live along steep hillsides, on land that is owned by the mining companies. For most families, coal mining is not a choice, but a way of life.

Garbage bags and old furniture decorate most everyone's front lawn, dogs and wild foul roam the streets. The creek, in some places beautiful and seemingly clean, is polluted with chemicals from improper mining.

It is not uncommon to hear from those who have never even left Harlan County, the furthest some have travelled--the capital city of Frankfort, KY.

Broken glass and an uprooted cross decorate the facade of Cranks Holiness Church--a Baptist church up the road from the Center--which is free and open to everyone. We went for the cultural experience--a night that not only amazed me, but scared the Hell out of me, as well.

What is perhaps more interesting, is the magnitude of drug problems in Appalacia (especially among crystal meth users). And more often than not, these issues are swept under the rug. We met a number of people who were using, some who had gone to prison for dealing, and most everyone who either had a loved one in rehab, or had been to rehab themselves. The drug problems in the area provoke petty theft (something we experienced first-hand) and addiction, which only added to the depressing living conditions of the region.


I have seen poverty in other countries--some in areas so badly deprived, that crime, starvation, and homelessness is a way of life.

It was somewhat surreal to see this population in Harlan County, in which this community resides.

It is even more difficult to believe that anyone in this country has to growup in these conditions, let alone live inside this bubble of helplessness their entire life.

Friday, March 24, 2006

I miss kentucky

Monday, March 20, 2006

ya'll wanna see a fight?

Not only do I look like a man in this photo, but I am touching this guy's cock.

Friday, March 10, 2006

i'm going to kentucky, i'm going to the fair...

The past two months have been absolutely insane, but everything I have done in the past couple months has further defined who I am as a person. I got a third job, I bought a new car, I pet a cat.

And despite the fact that I still cannot get the ounce of fur off my fleece zip-up, I am bringing that damn fleece to Kentucky, when we leave today.

I am going to Kentucky for spring break, and I am scared as Hell. I am scared that they won't like me. I am scared that they won't have Nutter Butter at their Walmart.

I am scared that Michelle will meet the man of her dreams on the Internet while I'm gone, and as a result, will no longer leave long-winded voice mail messages on my phone describing the shirt she just bought; it's color, texture, shape, and the men she will pick up while wearing it, because she will now have someone new to do that with.

I'm scared they will have Jesus fish everywhere.

But I am also excited.

Excited because this is a place I've never visited, and a place where they can surely use our help. I'm excited to be experiencing something unique, something in which not everyone has a chance to see in their lifetime. I am interested to see this part of the country--to see a culture, with which I am not at all familiar.

Monday, March 06, 2006

i can't decide if this is endearing in a white-trash kind of way

I just hope that whoever owns this house (in Minnesota) doesn't read my blog for fun. Let me point out that the sign on that house says "Christ the Savior is Born."
Don't get me wrong- I respect people's religious values, but I do not think that Jesus would be thrilled to see this. Especially in March.

Friday, March 03, 2006

Mike is an anal-retentive accountant, that is how he remembers these things

As you can see from the comment below, my friend Mike believes that indeed, he came up with the color "Kentucky Bluegrass" for the Crayola contest.

Mike, I want to thank you, because now I can finally get that off my conscious.

I am glad that you remember these things. Were we even 11? I don't freaking remember. But you probably remember, don't you?

Do you remember your 10th birthday party? Probably not.

You thought it would be funny to have all the girls practice peeing standing up.