Well, here's something that I wish I could participate in but unfortunately will be at work and... well, shoes are rather required for my job.www.onedaywithoutshoes.comAt least the weather around here is getting better. Not that I didn't mind trudging across snow and ice and other cold surfaces with just my calloused soles, but having warmth feels so much nicer.
(First post, doesn't look like there's much activity here...but I thought to post this as I was updating my ownjournal :)www.onedaywithoutshoes.com/learn.phpThere's still time!Go for any part of the day today WITHOUT SHOES for a good cause!I did, and it's SNOWING right now in my town!
One Day Without Shoes is the day we spread awareness about the impact a simple pair of shoes can have on a child’s life. On April 8th, we ask people to go the day, part of the day or even just a few minutes, barefoot, to experience a life without shoes first-hand, and inspire others at the same time.
Through everyday encounters with domestic poverty, we are reminded to appreciate having food and shelter, but most of us all but forget about our feet. Food, shelter, AND shoes facilitate life’s fundamentals. Imagine a life without shoes; constantly aware of the ground in front of you, suffering regular cuts and scrapes, tending to infection after each walk, and enduring not only terrain, but heat and cold.
The problem is large, but the solution is simple. Wearing shoes and practicing basic hygiene can prevent both infection and disease due to unsafe roads and contaminated soil. By imagining a life barefoot, we can all contribute to the awareness of these conditions. On April 8th, communities, campuses, organizations, and individuals are banding together to walk barefoot for One Day Without Shoes.
Take a walk with us on April 8th, 2010.
More fotos in my journal
Yes, I Baracked the Vote. Cast my ballot at roughly 8:00 AM this morning, and despite cold rain and below-60 temperatures, I did so barefoot... just because I can. The polls were packed but moving quickly. Almost everyone I saw had Obama buttons, caps, T-shirts and decals. That's not surprising, being as we live in King County, named for the Reverend Doctor King himself and perched between Capitol Hill and the Central District of Seattle. Still, I think we're gonna win this thing. And I think we're gonna win it big. Although I'm still concerned that certain parties will perform some Hot Diebold Action on this election, I think this time that's unlikely. Obama's popularity - unlike Gore's or Kerry's - is a force of nature. The Bush-era Republican Party has done almost everything imaginable wrong these last few years, and even many stalwart supporters want to see that Party burn, if only so that it might rise from the ashes as the GOP it could be, not the atrocity it has become. After all, it happened to the Democrats. If and when McPalin goes down so hard the earth trembles with its impact (which I dearly hope it does), the GOP will have themselves to blame. Sure, many of them will blame everybody except themselves, but I think the smarter Republicans will realize why they failed. A year ago, had John McCain been the man I wanted to believe he was, had he run the campaign he promised to pursue, I might have even voted for him. Had the "Maverick" John McCain who opposed Bush in 2000 led a revolt against the policies and tyrannies of BushChaneystein, going head-to-head against Hillary Clinton and the Grand Old Donkey's of the paleoleftist front, I would probably have voted for McCain. I want to see the GOP return to the integrity they claim to favor. I want to see small government, managed with an honest sense of responsibility. Instead, however, that campaign dredged up the absolute worst it had to offer. The Karl Rove handbook became its bible, and rather than accentuate American pride and progress toward redemption, the McPalin machine became a "surge" of everything wrong about America. The slack-jawed troglodytes (to use my Republican father's term) of the Southern Strategy scuttled out of the woodwork, dangling stuffed monkeys and calling for the nigger-lynching of Colin Powell himself. The GOP deserves to go down hard for that - deserves to shake the earth to its foundations. Tomorrow morning, I want to see an impact crater so deep and radioactive that no one will ever touch the Rove playbook again. I want to see the next rise of the Republican Party become a phoenix of integrity, or burn like a zombie on a pyre of its own sins. Am I waxing mythological here? Hell, yes. Because this is mythology in the making. This morning, I stood in line with people who had hope. People who were energized in ways they had not been in decades, if ever before. I saw people of all ages and ethnicities acting to become something greater than they've been - greater than we have been, these last horrible eight years. And the reason for that hope comes embodied in a man whose very existence would have made him a non-person not 50 years ago. Barack Obama is the child of an interracial marriage - something literally illegal in certain states until within my lifetime. His father came from Kenya, and his mother raised him with integrity. This is a man whose circumstances of birth and rearing make him - like Abraham Lincoln - an embodiment of the American Dream. That in itself is not a reason to vote for him. But it sure feels good to see that Dream alive and well again. The coolest thing I saw during my voting session was an old black man. This guy had to have been at least 80, wearing a portable respirator and leaning on a cane. This was a man who - like many other people in that polling place - has lived through the worst side of America's legacy: its racist foundations and genocidal past. This is a man who - within my lifetime, let alone his - has been relegated by law and circumstance to a lesser state of being. To see him come to cast a vote for something that was inconceivable for most of his lifetime - that was marvelous. It must have felt so good to be him this morning. I don't support Obama because he's black(*). I wouldn't, for example, have ever wanted a President Jessie Jackson. But Obama - his words, his actions, the inspiration he provides - transcends the bitter cliches of "race." He is a living symbol of the best that America offers: intellect, charisma, hard work, courage, eloquence, compassion, grace under pressure and a willingness to literally roll up his sleeves and throw down when necessary. Yes, he's also a man - an occasional smoker with questionable affiliations, flawed logic, ruthless pragmatism and a glib tongue that doesn't always speak the truth. Show me a politician who's not those things, though (aside from the "smoker" thing), and I'll show you someone who won't come near the Oval Office. Obama the symbol trumps Obama the man. And that symbol goes beyond race, beyond age, beyond hopelessness. I wrote above that I don't think "They" are going to steal the election this time. I write that in the utter assurance and personal experience that "They" have done so in the past two presidential races. This time, though, the winds are against "Them." This time, the forces of popular, political and economic will are so strong that opposing those forces is bad business. The power-hungry "Them" who command finance, media and Big Box Business are, first and foremost, practical. "They" want money, power and influence. And "They"'re smart enough to see which way the wind blows. This time out, it's not favoring the GOP... and again, the Republican Party has itself to blame for that. A McPalin "oopsie" at this point would lead to vast upheaval. And upheaval isn't profitable. I suspect "They" recognize as much. At least, I hope they do. And Hope is the bravest rebellion. :)So I brought my hope and my rebellious bare feet to the polling place where history is being made. I have seen a Dream walking again. Have you? --------------------------* Hell, technically he's not "black" at all - he's a mixed-ethnicity child of an African immigrant, born in Hawaii.
Hi, I started going completely unshod a couple of months ago. At first I wibbled a bit, trying to find every excuse I could to "protect" my feet (like I wondered if painting them with latex would help, but as you pointed out that was unecessary - thanks.) Since then I have been going all over the place with bare feet; In town, on the bus, into the village shop etc... I have only been stopped twice, both times by old ladies who asked my where my shoes were, and I told them that I had balance problems and podiatrists had tried to make me have very complicated/expensive treatments which didn't work, or said I could go barefoot. Both the nosey old ladies said they knew someone who had got special dispensation to go barefoot as they had a club foot or arthritus, so either old ladies rock or they are big liers (possibly both).Anyway, my feet have become quite tough, I step on thistles and stones every day whilst walking my dogs and they don't penetrate my soles. Every night I rub my soles with sunflower oil as it says to do in ayurvedic medicine, but this seems to make them soft so I am going to stop. I want them to become tough and leathery.I am thinking of washing my feet with strong tea before I go to bed as this will clean them, antiseptic them, and 'tan' them like leather (because of the tannin). What do you think? Obviously you have been doing this barefoot thing longer than me and I have a tendancy to be, um, 'overenthusiastic' about things which I love.
These pretty girls, as well, as all the girls on www.city-feet.com are really crfazy about walking barefoot in the street!!! Enjoy them posing theis dirty soles for you.
So okay, hello, I'm new here. I found my way here after reading the article mentioned below when it was linked on the Coast to Coast AM website last week and it struck a chord with me. I've always loved being barefoot. The first thing I do when I get home from work is shed the shoes, not to mention that I tend to wear shoes to work that I can easily kick off anyway. But especially when I was young and in the summertime my family would spend two weeks at a resort in Minnesota. A shoe would not touch my foot for the whole two weeks. Not to mention that all summer long I wouldn't wear shoes unless going somewhere. In fact, I used to go outside at night and run down the middle of the asphalt street just as fast and hard as I could. I never have been very fond of wearing constricting uncomfortable shoes, although I've had a pair here and there. I have ordered some of the FiveFingers shoes mentioned in the article. I live in the city and have to worry a bit about glass and other urban hazards but I intend to go barefoot a little more this year than I have been lately. See you around!PS-When will it ever get warm! Crappity crap!!
Hi everyone, I have only just started to go barefoot now that the weather is nice where I am and my feet are v. tender - I need to toughen them up. I was wondering if anybody had tried painting their feet with liquid latex (It comes in different colors, is cheap on ebay and apparently peels off easily) to give the illusion of being shod and a tiny bit of protection/dirt prevention. Am I missing the point entirely, is it a messy waste of time or a good idea? I was thinking of using black latex paint while my feet are getting used to no shoes, especially in town. What do you think?By the way, I got the idea from the fact that people round here used to walk their geese to market and they coated their feet in tar so that they could walk a long way on the roads.
Well, I’m afraid I have some bad news for you: You walk wrong.
Look, it’s not your fault. It’s your shoes. Shoes are bad. I don’t just mean stiletto heels, or cowboy boots, or tottering espadrilles, or any of the other fairly obvious foot-torture devices into which we wincingly jam our feet. I mean all shoes. Shoes hurt your feet. They change how you walk. In fact, your feet—your poor, tender, abused, ignored, maligned, misunderstood feet—are getting trounced in a war that’s been raging for roughly a thousand years: the battle of shoes versus feet
Look, it’s not your fault. It’s your shoes. Shoes are bad. I don’t just mean stiletto heels, or cowboy boots, or tottering espadrilles, or any of the other fairly obvious foot-torture devices into which we wincingly jam our feet. I mean all shoes. Shoes hurt your feet. They change how you walk. In fact, your feet—your poor, tender, abused, ignored, maligned, misunderstood feet—are getting trounced in a war that’s been raging for roughly a thousand years: the battle of shoes versus feet...http://nymag.com/health/features/46213/Thanks,
Usually my feet don't get to see too much of ground during the winter, so Springtime is just a happy time for me and my feet...And unfortunately, I also seem to neglect my feet during the winter. This means that once the warmer weather starts, my feet see a bit more action and love... and with that, I present My First Spring Colours!It's a bit more orangey in real life. Its' called Really Rio