The adventures of RUBBER- my yellow cock.

About my blog- The adventures of RUBBER, my yellow cock will eventually be a book. The blog is a rough draft of sorts, but it is also a way for me to document my journey out of the life I came from, and the patterns that left me FAT. Over 60% of all Americans today are OBESE despite our best efforts to change it. The truth is that loosing weight is EASY! I lost all of mine in 7 months, and now I have moved on into fitness. I did it like it was NOTHING and yet, I remained trapped in a gelatinous fat suit for most of my adult life. My blog is a journey of discovery, the more I write the more I understand myself and recognize patterns that have left me unable to be successful and healthy. It is only in recognizing patterns that we are able to BREAK them and ind doing so shed the “FAT” that keeps us from being healthy. Life gets in the way of HEALTH and FITNESS. The stress of life, the REALITY of life.

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Anonymous asked: Are yoiu really retiring your blog???? I am confused.

No, I am not retiring my blog just restructuring and relocating it :) I have a website being built for my photography and blog. I will not be posting new adventures here but I will let you know how to find me. I created a facebook page today; You can look for updates there.

https://www.facebook.com/thelifeyouliveisachoice?ref=hl

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Amber Garibay (that would be ME) is a nationally recognized award winning photographer and the owner of A Smile Like Yours Photography. She is also a life blogger, infamously known for The adventures of RUBBER, my yellow cock. That publication has been retired but the entire story will be retold in Pandora’s Box which is available to paid subscribers with cliff notes and video commentary. thelifeyouliveisachoice.com (Website coming SOONish…….)
It’s weird to write about myself like I am not in the room so I am switching to first person.It takes a lot to build a business empire and sometimes I let it go. This blog is my wonderland which could be nothing more than, “I wonder what the hell I was thinking!!!!” This whole plan of mine is insane and exhausting but I am told that projection and positive thinking work and so I am projecting that I will have earned ten million dollars in the next ten years. My sister Katie asked me, “So what happens if you don’t make ten million dollars are you going to be disappointed.” I chuckled because I don’t rightly know. I have never had ten million dollars so I don’t know how I will feel without it. I don’t have it now and I am pretty fucking happy most of the time. Any day with FUCK in it is a win. Fuck and retarded are my two favorite swear words. I do not know if I will be wealthy someday, nor do I think it matters, but I do know that I get bored with life pretty easily and this project should keep me pretty damn busy. I also know that my best year in business I made $200,000 which is my gauge for earning potential. $2 million. That’s a good starting investment in the market. I would love to learn the market and invest………….. “Let’s roll that two million into ten and then move to New York!!” Maybe I will marry an investor so I have one less thing to learn………… I’ve written that I want to live in New York (ten million dollars could disappear quickly there) because I believe it is the center of the world and I would like to be a fly on that wall sometime in this life journey I am on. I don’t really want to live there though. I really want to move to California where the sun shines and you can be homeless on the beach and not freeze (people that freeze to death in warm places are retarded). I photographed the homeless while I was in Venice beach this year and they all seemed pretty happy to me. It was a culture that meshed and they were all smiling with the glint that comes from the streets. “I’m coming up Cuz……..”I said I plan to open a fine art portrait gallery in New York and in my vision the portraits are all printed 30x40 or larger with smaller pieces thrown in for accent. The idea is sexy to me mostly because my photography looks wicked printed huge and I love the idea that I will finally have an occasion to dress like a woman, wearing a sexy understated dress in shoes that look so hot I swear they are not killing me……Do I need that reality to be HAPPY? No, I don’t. It’s one possibility in a life with endless choices. I could very well apply myself to that specific plan, doing all that I can to manipulate the probability for success and I could make my destiny happen. I believe it, but do I want it?“How bad do you want it Velvet Mathews?” (Velvet Mathews is a singer I know who was brave enough to follow her dreams to Nashville. I sang in Nashville once………….)What is possible????There is a dreamer in ever crowd and an artist. I am the artist Amber Garibay. Photographer, singer, and writer. This page is my “Wonderland” I wonder how many of you will catch on to my idea’s enough to become fans? How many of you will like me?? How much power does facebook have to change lives? Could you all change my life by “Liking me??” So many questions to wonder about in wonderland. The Life You Live is a CHOICE- Make yours. I made mine already. I choose to be HAPPY and you are reading that story. Thank YOU!!!!!!!!!!

Amber Garibay (that would be ME) is a nationally recognized award winning photographer and the owner of A Smile Like Yours Photography. She is also a life blogger, infamously known for The adventures of RUBBER, my yellow cock. That publication has been retired but the entire story will be retold in Pandora’s Box which is available to paid subscribers with cliff notes and video commentary. thelifeyouliveisachoice.com (Website coming SOONish…….)


It’s weird to write about myself like I am not in the room so I am switching to first person.

It takes a lot to build a business empire and sometimes I let it go. This blog is my wonderland which could be nothing more than, “I wonder what the hell I was thinking!!!!” This whole plan of mine is insane and exhausting but I am told that projection and positive thinking work and so I am projecting that I will have earned ten million dollars in the next ten years. My sister Katie asked me, “So what happens if you don’t make ten million dollars are you going to be disappointed.” I chuckled because I don’t rightly know. I have never had ten million dollars so I don’t know how I will feel without it. I don’t have it now and I am pretty fucking happy most of the time. Any day with FUCK in it is a win. Fuck and retarded are my two favorite swear words. 

I do not know if I will be wealthy someday, nor do I think it matters, but I do know that I get bored with life pretty easily and this project should keep me pretty damn busy. I also know that my best year in business I made $200,000 which is my gauge for earning potential. $2 million. That’s a good starting investment in the market. I would love to learn the market and invest………….. “Let’s roll that two million into ten and then move to New York!!” Maybe I will marry an investor so I have one less thing to learn………… 

I’ve written that I want to live in New York (ten million dollars could disappear quickly there) because I believe it is the center of the world and I would like to be a fly on that wall sometime in this life journey I am on. I don’t really want to live there though. I really want to move to California where the sun shines and you can be homeless on the beach and not freeze (people that freeze to death in warm places are retarded). I photographed the homeless while I was in Venice beach this year and they all seemed pretty happy to me. It was a culture that meshed and they were all smiling with the glint that comes from the streets. “I’m coming up Cuz……..”

I said I plan to open a fine art portrait gallery in New York and in my vision the portraits are all printed 30x40 or larger with smaller pieces thrown in for accent. The idea is sexy to me mostly because my photography looks wicked printed huge and I love the idea that I will finally have an occasion to dress like a woman, wearing a sexy understated dress in shoes that look so hot I swear they are not killing me……

Do I need that reality to be HAPPY? No, I don’t. It’s one possibility in a life with endless choices. I could very well apply myself to that specific plan, doing all that I can to manipulate the probability for success and I could make my destiny happen. I believe it, but do I want it?

“How bad do you want it Velvet Mathews?” (Velvet Mathews is a singer I know who was brave enough to follow her dreams to Nashville. I sang in Nashville once………….)

What is possible????

There is a dreamer in ever crowd and an artist. I am the artist Amber Garibay. Photographer, singer, and writer. This page is my “Wonderland” 

I wonder how many of you will catch on to my idea’s enough to become fans? How many of you will like me?? How much power does facebook have to change lives? Could you all change my life by “Liking me??” So many questions to wonder about in wonderland. 

The Life You Live is a CHOICE- Make yours. I made mine already. 

I choose to be HAPPY and you are reading that story. Thank YOU!!!!!!!!!!

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http://finance.yahoo.com/news/drink-less-more-billionaire-tells-152654355.html"Gina Rinehart Now, the Australian mining heiress, worth $19 billion and earlier this year thought to be the world’s richest woman, has sparked another controversy in her latest column in Australian Resources and Investment magazine. (Yes, I am a registered reader online.) Rinehart rails against class warfare and says the non-rich should stop attacking the rich and go to work.

"There is no monopoly on becoming a millionaire," she writes. "If you’re jealous of those with more money, don’t just sit there and complain. Do something to make more money yourself - spend less time drinking, or smoking and socializing and more time working."
 Wow, I am sure the fuck not jealous of Gina Rinehart. She needs that $19 billion dollars to hide behind because that woman is a slovenly SOW!!!!!!!!!! I can not imagine any man sticking his dick in her, NOPE, not for all the money in the world. If I get one email telling me she is lesbian I am going to cough up a hairball because the woman makes me want to VOMIT. 
 “Spend more time working?” She inherited her fortune and her family is fighting her which should be primetime television because they breed ball busting bitches in that family so one can only hope that the males throw down like pit bulls. Someone needs to take that money from her and put her on a diet of discipline because clearly she has NONE. Gina Rinehart is a mining heiress, “Spend more time working…….”
 Can you imagine that fat bitch down in a mine??? There she blows!!!!! If anything she is a liability. Those poor bastards would suffocate if she got stuck in the shaft. Shit, if she worked a job like that her pounds would melt off of her. Mining is a TOUGH, TOUGH job. Men die in those mines so their families can eat and their children can go away to college FOR A BETTER LIFE (another reason to take out a student loan to educate yourself). If her family made that much money mining then they deserve every penny that they have. Gina Rinhart thinks that WE aren’t working hard enough and that we aren’t successful because we drink, smoke, and fraternize, we in the middle and then the poor. I see kids at McDonald’s slanging burgers like crack rocks and they are working it. I have always worked hard but not all career paths lead to fortune.
 I would suggest a degree in finance to learn about investing if you choose a career in mining. It seems that the Rinehart family are smart about money so now they don’t need to work so hard. It is a shame I want to run Gina over with my car so I can cook her up and eat her like bacon. I am sure she could teach me a lot. It is a shame that I am always hungry…. I better hit the gym so I don’t get FAT!!!!  The adventures of RUBBER, my yellow cock (Google it

http://finance.yahoo.com/news/drink-less-more-billionaire-tells-152654355.html

"Gina Rinehart Now, the Australian mining heiress, worth $19 billion and earlier this year thought to be the world’s richest woman, has sparked another controversy in her latest column in Australian Resources and Investment magazine. (Yes, I am a registered reader online.) Rinehart rails against class warfare and says the non-rich should stop attacking the rich and go to work.

"There is no monopoly on becoming a millionaire," she writes. "If you’re jealous of those with more money, don’t just sit there and complain. Do something to make more money yourself - spend less time drinking, or smoking and socializing and more time working."
 

Wow, I am sure the fuck not jealous of Gina Rinehart. She needs that $19 billion dollars to hide behind because that woman is a slovenly SOW!!!!!!!!!! I can not imagine any man sticking his dick in her, NOPE, not for all the money in the world. If I get one email telling me she is lesbian I am going to cough up a hairball because the woman makes me want to VOMIT. 
 

“Spend more time working?” She inherited her fortune and her family is fighting her which should be primetime television because they breed ball busting bitches in that family so one can only hope that the males throw down like pit bulls. Someone needs to take that money from her and put her on a diet of discipline because clearly she has NONE. 

Gina Rinehart is a mining heiress, “Spend more time working…….”
 

Can you imagine that fat bitch down in a mine??? There she blows!!!!! If anything she is a liability. Those poor bastards would suffocate if she got stuck in the shaft. Shit, if she worked a job like that her pounds would melt off of her. Mining is a TOUGH, TOUGH job. Men die in those mines so their families can eat and their children can go away to college FOR A BETTER LIFE (another reason to take out a student loan to educate yourself). If her family made that much money mining then they deserve every penny that they have. 

Gina Rinhart thinks that WE aren’t working hard enough and that we aren’t successful because we drink, smoke, and fraternize, we in the middle and then the poor. I see kids at McDonald’s slanging burgers like crack rocks and they are working it. I have always worked hard but not all career paths lead to fortune.
 

I would suggest a degree in finance to learn about investing if you choose a career in mining. It seems that the Rinehart family are smart about money so now they don’t need to work so hard. It is a shame I want to run Gina over with my car so I can cook her up and eat her like bacon. I am sure she could teach me a lot. It is a shame that I am always hungry…. I better hit the gym so I don’t get FAT!!!! 
 
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Creative, passionate, overachieving blogger needed…

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If you can easily come up with exciting things to post online about student loans, and making smart decisions in managing them,

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The goal here is for the articles to go viral. They need to be really over the top, awesome reading material. So if you’re interested, please write a unique, personal letter discussing your interest in this specific position. You’re applying to be part of long-term, close-knit group of people who work well together and provide very reliable business, so please take this seriously. Please also include links to any blogs you have written, and let us know whether you are familiar with blog publishing using Wordpress software (not the wordpress.com site). Thank you.

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and MY APPLICATION READS……………….

Please take this SERIOUS!!!! 

One hundred and fifty dollars a week compensation, are you freaking kidding me!!! Now THAT is a good incentive for the youth of our country to keep their happy asses in school. Your ad on Craig’s list made me want to take out a student loan just so I could separate myself from the imbeciles that may consider your post a valid job offer. One hundred and fifty dollars is a night out on the town these days, if you appreciate the finer things in life which most people do. I am sure that some Walmartian out there will bite on your generous offer to pay them to try to sell what you can’t.

“If you can easily come up with exciting things to post online about STUDENT LOANS…??”

You are kidding right? You fell down, bumped your head and have brain damage…. Student loans as Easy and Exciting? 
 

 

And you want to go VIRAL………… Bwhahahahahahahahahaha 
I am pointing my finger and laughing at you. You must be smoking crack because the only way a blog about student loans will EVER go viral is if you print it out on paper first, cut a hole dead center and tape it to a whore’s behind! 

Let me know if you are hiring for that position because I will take it!!! It has been awhile since I have been laid. I will take the other position too, as your “GHOST” writer but you should know that the best way to get a virus is to be passed around repeatedly. You are kind of cutting yourself off at the knees by keeping me hidden because there is already a line……

The name of my blog is The adventures of RUBBER, my yellow cock and I will be posting YOUR listing. My fans will want to know if I got the job and finally made my success as a writer! $150 a week baby!!!!!!!!! I am well on my way toward my ten million dollar plan!!!

I always exit with a wink and a smile ;) Amber Garibay (360) 878-5936.

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“Amber, your daughter will be what ever she wants not with the help of you, you have made a big disruption in her life and the lives of all your surroundings “loved ones and friends”. People are afraid to talk to you as friends for our words will end up on here….you have made a bed of gravel and shall lie in it. You will be left with nothing but a selfish blog, and not much more, you will find your true hero within yourself, and I hope that’s soon, before you hurt to many more people….”

"Amber……. When I saw this gif……maybe you’ve used it before?  

I love it :-)
BTW……I want my cock :-))  
Hope you’re doing well Princess. 
Oz xo

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To New York City

Where I came to seek my fortune 
And found it by finding Bob, Jimmy, Ned and Mary
For whom this book is written too.

The Death and Life of Great American Cities (Jane Jacobs)

There are two things that should be noted about the book and its dedication. I want you to stop for a moment and try to decide which two things I would pick as defining if I were only choosing two because that small tidbit is a morsel. Would I lend myself to the obvious tout, so that all vaniginadom can slither along on the celebratory greasing that comes from knowing that this book was written by a very sexy woman? No…. that is too obvious and I am into COCK remember??? This whole crazy thing started with Moby’s BIG FAT DICK… a bookthen soon after a blog entitled, “The Great Divide… Can men and women be friends?” I posted it on facebook because The adventures of RUBBER, my yellow cock had yet to be born.

A party in honor of a VERY popular COCK would not be complete with out Sasha Grey. It is funny……… this is the only time I say my friend Mario the entire night. He
 laid his head in her lap and never came back……………

My dear friend Mario warned me then about slippery slopes and told me in usual blunt fashion, “Don’t fuck up your marriage Amber or I will kill you.” I remember pacing back and forth in my living room because I couldn’t really say that I was worried about it. If anything I wanted to throw it back at him, “Here you go mother fucker, If you think my marriage is so great then you have it because I am tired of being with Mr. Wonderful. If he is so fucking awesome then what in the hell is wrong with me because I am not happy.” 

Just me CHOKIN my Chicken :)

I rolled my eyes over the phone, “How am I going to fuck up my marriage Mario. We are just writing about a book…”

“If you want to talk about books join a book club moron! What the hell is wrong with you Amber?” 

“I don’t want to join a fucking book club Mario. I like to be alone with my thoughts. I like to write them down but I also like the interaction of sharing them.” 

“Well are you looking to get fucked or aren’t you because if you are writing in that depth to one man you are going to wind up with your legs spread. Is that what you want?”

I pouted my no, “I need to find a way to get my needs met Mario!!!!”

“Write a blog then.” He threw it out there like a duh.

“What’s a blog????”

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Why has poor RUBBER retired????

I BEAT THE HELL OUT OF THAT COCK!!!!! I TORE THAT BITCH RIGHT OPEN LIKE A PINIATTA BABY!!!!! RUBBER is a thread bare blanket because I rub one out daily like an apple.

 

Speaking of apples…..

I emphasize with Eve because she just wanted a little of everything without taking too much. “No apple??? Why in the hell did you put it here then, if you didn’t want me to eat it, makes no fucking sense. If your plan was so perfect then you should have given me willpower because the way I see it you set me up to fail like you wanted me to be cast out the whole time. You’re GOD for crying out loud!!!! You could have made me with some sort of anti apple chromosome. I don’t eat everything in front of me. I don’t eat my own shit because it stinks. You could have made the apple stink…. Just sayin.” 

Hey people it’s your favorite COCK named RUBBER here for my VERY FIRST of MANY…….. COCK CONFESSIONALS. You all know damm well that I have NOTHING to say to that CRAZY BITCH who has been carrying me around. I HATE that woman! BUT……… there are somethings you really NEED to know about your favorite rooster. The first is…………. There is NO WAY IN HELL I am becoming a cop!!!!!!!! Don’t get me wrong, I love our men in blue and I am grateful for their service. I don’t know if you all remember but a FAT KID BIT OF MY GOD DAMM FOOT!! I am a broken COCK people!!!!!!!! How in the hell do you expect me to chase down bad guys with a gimpy leg??? YES! I was trying to escape from that nut bag that kidnapped me but do you want to know the real reason I went to CITY HALL………………..????? I was casein the joint people!!! Do you know what cops do with all of the drugs and cash they collect from the scum bags they lock up……….. (besides put a little in their pocket)??? They put it in an EVIDENCE LOCKER where it sits- WASTED!!!!!! I need some WEED people!!!!!!! A big, fat GREEN BUD!!!!
WAIT!!!!!!!! Before you get the wrong impression about me let me make one thing clear. I DO NOT HAVE A DRUG PROBLEM!!! IT is for medicinal purposes!!!! I don’t know if you all remember but a FAT KID BIT OFF MY GOD DAMM FOOT!! I am a broken COCK people!!!!!!!! and……………….. If you don’t think that shit HURTS! You are a crack smoker. I am in PAIN people. Not only do I have a splitting headache from listening to that NAG ramble on about my future but my foot is fucking killing me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I will find a way to get me some of that sticky icky they keep locked up in evidence down there at the station. It may be HARD but this COCK has fit into some pretty tight holes in the past. 
BIGGER, BETTER, BOLDER, as in we put a fucking boulder on the box because Pandora has a nest full of secrets that she is aching to share…… 

If you thought I got into trouble with RUBBER, my 20 inch cock just wait until you see what happens when you add a little sparkle…….

That’s right baby……….. my new RUBBER has BLING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Another gratitude to Samantha Williams from Studio One Dance and Acro Center. She gave me my first rubber chicken, RUBBER himself, and my second too!!!!!!! The next generation is packing some serious heat with double fortified latex and this one is wearing PANTS!!!!!!!!!!! (The all new adventures will be decently exposed)

That is my beautiful friend Sam on the far left. She is standing next to RUBBER and that new COCK…………. Sam is the one that gave me RUBBER :):) YES!! She is the reason you now have these adventures. So if you are sick of hearing me say COCK…………… you should know something about Sam….. EVERYTHING is ALWAYS her fault.

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The All New Adventures featuring Mr. Cock. E. Pants. OCTOBER 2012

I got caught with my pants down once before do you dare me to do it again??? ;):)

We are going to bust the top off of this “White Trash Party” in October but you will have to pay if you want to enter my box. Don’t worry my little Walmartians, those of you who are, because I am still giving you the goods for free….

Like crack until you are hooked, itchin’ for a taste of what could be if you wander down my rabbit hole to open my box with a little drink me. My brother thinks that I have fallen off of the path of righteousness in the writing of my blog. Wouldn’t you like to know just how far I have fallen???? 

If this is not OLY in a nut shell! Saw these 2 signs posted together-On  the left we have STOP THE WAR- free love and idealism. The same  idealism that includes fairytales and the belief that humanity is  capable of pulling its head out of its own ass. FYI women are dream  killers and for all of you hoping for world peace- let me be the one to  crush your happy little bubble&. We will always have WAR because people  will always need to prove that they have the biggest COCK!!!!!!!!!!!! On  the right we have OLY es Planned Parent Hood Clearly this sign  represents the older crowd- the more conservative, middle class,  Olympia. Dont get me wrong we are talking OLY here so get the razors  out because the hearts are bleeding. No, these people are the tax  payers, the ones who are trying to keep up the Joneses
 but are
 barely  scraping by.  People like me who look like they have money but are  secretly loathing every red cent that goes out to uncle Sam or any one  else for that matter. The fact that those two signs were posted TOGETHER  sends a clear message&&..  You can have all the free love you want, do  your drugs, spread your sunshine, but PLEASE KEEP YOUR LEGS CLOSED  unless you PLAN ON PAYING FOR YOUR DAMM KID. OLY es Planned Parenthood  BECAUSE we hate paying for your poor planning. You want us to STOP THE  WAR well than quit pissing us off!!! I am sick and tired of paying for  your family when I can barely feed my own. I hate that I have to work  all the time for NOTHING it makes me want to strap a bomb to my back and  blow myself up!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

To New York City
Where I came to seek my fortune 
And found it by finding Bob, Jimmy, Ned and Mary
For whom this book is written too.

The Death and Life of Great American Cities (Jane Jacobs)

There are two things that should be noted about the book and its dedication. Jane recognizes that New York City (part of my own ten year plan) is the center of the entire world because it is the pot that melted into people, all people in equal disgust which is the American Way. So she gave her book to it. “I give you the world.” The other dually noted substance is that she leads with decay, with DEATH. ‘Death’ precedes ‘Life’ in the title because most new things are born from rot. 

"Dear Jane,
I am born from the same disparity would you be so kind as to send me Bob, Jimmy, Ned and Mary because I too am seeking my fortune in that great city. I will be residing in “The OC” however because I prefer the California sun and I have a point to make. After I find my fortune I want to buy a house there so I can blast mariachi music and have shit ton of fiestas because I was told they don’t like Mexican’s in Orange County???? California is a fucking taco what in the hell are you rich people putting in your sauce ?? I asked three wealthy OC residents and they all said the same thing. They were surprised I married a Mexican. “Latino’s are SEXY!!” “No…. they are sexy for a short span and then they blow up to be Maria the woman who vacuums crumbs out of my couch cushions.” I spoke to another business man, not an OC resident, and he said that they had to change his daughter’s Spanish sounding last name while they were being scouted by major talent networks because the casting agents weren’t looking for Mexicans. My dear Jane when you send me Bob, Jimmy, Ned, and Mary will you please make sure they are able to make reasonable sense of how that mentality has been allowed to settle into a city in our modern world of equal rights and progressive liberties? My daughter is half Mexican and Orange County is where I will have her live when you send me my fortune dear Jane because learning how to live among plastics will help keep her real. It will be a fortune to see there was some kind of mistake. Fortunate indeed……….

I always exit with a wink and a smile ;);) Amber Garibay of Irish Catholic decent and German Jew lineage. Mexican by matrimony. 

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The Death and Life of Great American Cities (Jane Jacobs)

“No sense in lending money into the North End,” the banker said. “It’s a slum! It’s still getting some immigrants.”

“It doesn’t seem like a slum to me,” I said.

“Why, that’s the worst slum in the city…. I hate to admit we have anything like that in Boston, but it’s a fact.”

“Do you have any figures on it? I asked.”

“Yes….. funny thing. It has the lowest delinquency disease and infant mortality in the city. Let’s see, the child population is just above average for the city, on the nose. The death rate is low, less than one per ten thousand…. I can’t understand it. It’s lower than Brookline’s… They must be a strong people of course it is a terrible slum…..” 

“You should have more slums like this,” I said. “Don’t tell me there are plans to wipe this out! You ought to be down there learning as much as you can from it……..”

RUBBER with his new homies, “kicking it” at the HUGE party we threw to celebrate our 100th fan. You should have seen him trying to throw gang signs with his scrawny little wings. I did not have the heart to tell him that you need fingers to do it properly.