busy weekend ahead

early in the morning i'm meeting up with my first friend ever and her beautiful girl, my god-daughter. then a quick drop-by at the orlando meeting and then off to the beth moore conference for the weekend. really excited about that. i'm going to the conference with my mom and grandma which should be a fun thing. then home to sleep. back to church at 9am to finish up the conference. then to royal oak all day for the johnny cupcakes event. sometime in there i'm supposed to eat. not sure how that's going to work out. as of now i am literally planning on being in line all day saturday to ensure that johnny and i will be best friends. poor michael has to be with me at that all day. he has no interest in johnny cupcakes, and part of the problem is i'm also getting paid tomorrow, so i'm sure to spend most of my low income paycheck. dave ramsey does not approve. at some point i should most likely review my lesson for sunday morning and then dreaded tornado drill. do you all remember those? i remember loving them! i loved that we were able to leave learning for a few and sit cramped in the boys or girls bathrooms until they called over the p.a. to release us. i always loved how the boys got SO excited to sit in the girls bathroom. elementary school was great. anyways, sunday morning i'll spend talking about the isrealites, then to a team meeting and then to detroit for the city to suburbs revolution called "reverse" detroit. so excited for that. excited to connect with high schoolers and hang out in the d. peace and love. a.

google

what it would be like if google took over the world....

all i have to say is....going to a real school completely sucks. i hate that i am stressed out about my classes ALL the time, and when im not stressing about the classes im currently taking, im stressing about all of the classes im taking next semester. this is terrible.

website

my new website is coming soon and i am sooooo excited! i have been in the process of getting my online cupcake ordering/shipping business up and running. obviously in very small steps but i realized that i am just going to need to jump start this if i want to see it happening any time soon. anyways, i finally posted a listing on etsy's alchemy page where you can post something you need and people bid on it. with that said, literally in two minutes of me posting it, i already have received 4 offers to do my logo design for both website and print. how exciting! i love that there are people in the world as passionate as i am about quality stuff and cupcakes! i'll let you know where to find my site hopefully soon! but for now, check out my other blog... holycupcake.blogspot.com.

peace and love, amanda

shopping

so i received my first paycheck last week that didn't go to paying my monthly tuition payments!! yay!! so my first splurge was at anthropologie. i decided that even though i should really be saving my extra money, i also really need to buy real clothes. when it comes to start student teaching next year all i will have is tshirts and jeans. i would much rather buy a couple of pieces of clothing every month now than save money for boring stuff and then a year from now have to spend $1000 on clothes all at once. anyways, i seriously LOVE that store. i could spend all day in there and have complete bliss. thats all for now, peace and love friends.

i used to love this movie...

i was just reminded of how awesome i used to think this movie was. i probably watched it at least one hundred times when i was a kid. i think im going to have to watch it soon...



Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure

homeless in detroit

This is by far the saddest picture I have ever seen.

It was on the FRONT PAGE of The Detroit News this morning.

Charlie LeDuff / The Detroit News

DETROIT -- This city has not always been a gentle place, but a series of events over the past few, frigid days causes one to wonder how cold the collective heart has grown.

It starts with a phone call made by a man who said his friend found a dead body in the elevator shaft of an abandoned building on the city's west side.

"He's encased in ice, except his legs, which are sticking out like Popsicle sticks," the caller phoned to tell this reporter.

"Why didn't your friend call the police?"

"He was trespassing and didn't want to get in trouble," the caller replied. As it happens, the caller's friend is an urban explorer who gets thrills rummaging through and photographing the ruins of Detroit. It turns out that this explorer last week was playing hockey with a group of other explorers on the frozen waters that had collected in the basement of the building. None of the men called the police, the explorer said. They, in fact, continued their hockey game.

Before calling the police, this reporter went to check on the tip, skeptical of a hoax. Sure enough, in the well of the cargo elevator, two feet jutted out above the ice. Closer inspection revealed that the rest of the body was encased in 2-3 feet of ice, the body prostrate, suspended into the ice like a porpoising walrus.

The hem of a beige jacket could be made out, as could the cuffs of blue jeans. The socks were relatively clean and white. The left shoe was worn at the heel but carried fresh laces. Adding to the macabre and incongruous scene was a pillow that gently propped up the left foot of the corpse. It looked almost peaceful.

What happened to this person, one wonders? Murder in Motown is a definite possibility. Perhaps it was death by alcoholic stupor. Perhaps the person was crawling around in the elevator shaft trying to retrieve some metal that he could sell at a scrap yard. In any event, there the person was. Stone-cold dead.

A symbol of decay
The building is known as the Roosevelt Warehouse, once belonging to the Detroit Public Schools as a book repository. Located near 14th Street and Michigan Avenue, the warehouse burned in 1987 and caused something of a scandal as thousands of books, scissors, footballs and crayons were left to rot while Detroit schoolchildren -- some of the poorest children in the country -- went without supplies.

The building was eventually sold to Matty Moroun, the trucking and real estate mogul who is worth billions of dollars and is the largest private property owner in the state of Michigan. Among other properties, Moroun owns the decrepit Michigan Central Rail Depot that squats directly next to the warehouse. The train station has become the symbol of Detroit's decay. Like much of his property in southwestern Detroit, Moroun's warehouse and the train station are gaping sores.

The warehouse is so easily accessible, a person in a wheelchair could get in with little effort. There are holes in the fence and in the side entrance. The elevator shaft is wide open. It appears no one has ever tried to close the bay doors.

A colony of homeless men live in the warehouse. Wednesday morning a few fires were burning inside oil drums. Scott Ruben, 38, huddled under filthy blankets not 20 paces from the elevator shaft.

"Yeah, I seen him," Ruben said. The snow outside howled. The heat from the can warped the landscape of rotting buildings and razor wire.

Did he know who the dead person was?

"I don't recognize him from his shoes."

Did he call the police?

"No, I figured someone else did," he said.

"There's lots of people coming through here with cameras and cell phones. I don't got no phone. I don't got no quarter. Things is tight around here."

His shack mate, Kenneth Williams, 47, returned at that point with an armload of wood.

"Yeah, he's been down there since last month at least."

He was asked if he called the police.

"No, I thought it was a dummy myself," he said unconvincingly. Besides, Williams said, there were more pressing issues like keeping warm and finding something to eat.

"You got a couple bucks?" he asked.

Waiting for a response
There are at least 19,000 homeless people in Detroit, by some estimates. Put another way, more than 1 in 50 people here are homeless.

The human problem is so bad, and the beds so few, that some shelters in the city provide only a chair. The chair is yours as long as you sit in it. Once you leave, the chair is reassigned.

Thousands of down-on-their-luck adults do nothing more with their day than clutch onto a chair. This passes for normal in some quarters of the city.

"I hate that musical chair game," Ruben said. He said he'd rather live next to a corpse.

Convinced that it was indeed a body, this reporter made a discreet call to a police officer.

"Aw, just give 911 a call," the cop said. "We'll be called eventually."

A call was placed to 911. A woman answered. She was told it was a reporter calling. The operator tried to follow, but seemed confused. "Where is this building?"

She promised to contact the appropriate authorities.

Twenty minutes or so went by when 911 called the newsroom. This time it was a man.

"Where's this building?"

It was explained to him, as was the elevator shaft and the tomb of ice.

"Bring a jack-hammer," this reporter suggested.

"That's what we do," he said.

Nearly 24 hours went by. The elevator shaft was still a gaping wound. There was no crime scene tape. The homeless continued to burn their fires. City schoolchildren still do not have the necessary books to learn. The train station continues to crumble. Too many homicides still go unsolved.

After another two calls to 911 on Wednesday afternoon (one of which was disconnected), the Detroit Fire Department called and agreed to meet nearby.

Capt. Emma McDonald was on the scene.

"Every time I think I've seen it all, I see this," she said.

And with that they went about the work of recovering a person who might otherwise be waiting for the warm winds of spring.