When I moved to my neighborhood I became especially interested in historical redlining and how it must have played out with the family and homes here.
Philadelphia is a city of neighborhoods, but even more micro than that. It’s a city of ‘good’ and ‘bad’ blocks with no transition zones. It’s absolutely crazy if you think about it, and was quite a smack when I moved here 15 years ago.
Anyway. A lot of the abandoned decaying tiny two story row homes on the worst blocks are being razed and trendy modern buildings are going up in their place, and the people who live here are so diverse (not without some tensions I hear) and as I walk the dorky hell hound I think a lot about history and the generations that lived in this place, and the population ebbs and flows. If this was a Catholic neighborhood, how did they fit families of 10 into two bedrooms? What useful businesses used to be on the commercial streets that are now nothing but take out Chinese and hair shops? Who were the first people to live in these houses? How many families passed through before they were left to rot? How quickly will the cycles repeat with the new homes being built?
So I wanted to look up to see what this neighborhood was originally designated as. And that’s when I learned that all of center city Philadelphia was redlined, and basically the whole of what I think of as the city was written off.
(Prudence) Island Life #nofilter (at Prudence Island)
wisdom is learnt
through a costly process
of success and failure
"It’s a funny tension, I think, because what both science, and at least some philosophical and even religious traditions, tell us is that the world is impermanent. Nothing in it stays the same. We don’t stay the same. Our bodies don’t stay the same. The people that we love and the things we love don’t stay the same. That’s just the truth of the matter, is that there’s this constant impermanence, and this constant flux. And some philosophers have argued over the years that we should just embrace that. We would be freer if we didn’t try to hold that flux for a moment.
I have I say, my feeling about it is, part of what makes everything so precious to us is exactly the fact that we know it’s going to disappear, we know it’s impermanent, we know it won’t last, but what we love is this thing now […]
I think there’s something really deep and profound about our human lives, the fact that we can do both of those things – that we recognize the impermanence, but that we feel the attachments. That seems to me to give our life its very special texture.”
Molly Dies took headshots of all the Percolate employees. I made faces. She GIF’d them.
A human being is a part of the whole, called by us “Universe”, a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feelings as something separated from the rest — a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest to us. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty. Nobody is able to achieve this completely, but the striving for such achievement is in itself a part of the liberation and a foundation for inner security.
In the future days, which we seek to make secure, we look forward to a world founded upon four essential human freedoms.
The first is freedom of speech and expression–everywhere in the world.
The second is freedom of every person to worship God in his own way–everywhere in the world.
The third is freedom from want…everywhere in the world.
The fourth is freedom from fear…anywhere in the world.
That is no vision of a distant millennium. It is a definite basis for a kind of world attainable in our own time and generation.
Franklin D. Roosevelt
January 6, 1941 (at Franklin D. Roosevelt Four Freedoms Park)
three white horses / when you go that way
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