Paige Graffunder
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Paige is a published author and a project professional in the Seattle area. They are focused on interpersonal interactions, poetry, and social commentary.
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I Hate To Say I Told You So
On March 11th I published a thought piece telling people to stop telling me to calm the fuck down about COVID-19, and largely I was ignored. I kept getting told to calm down, that it wasn't that bad. Now there are over 200,000 people dead and over 3 million cases globally. Nearly a third of those are in the United States cases and a quarter of those deaths are in the United States. Why? Because you chuckle-heads thought that this was some liberal hoax, spun up by the main stream media?
By Paige Graffunder6 years ago in Longevity
Losing Your Place
I'm a millennial, so I know what being laid off is like. I have been laid off from over 80% of the jobs I have ever had. I have been laid off due to economic crisis, failed company models, startups going bust, and embezzling executives. Being laid off because of a global pandemic is a new one, but not an unexpected one. The United States' response to COVID-19 has been abysmal at best, and because there is still no federal mandate on shelter in place orders, companies have scrambled to work out their new paradigm in this world where closeness can be the death of you.
By Paige Graffunder6 years ago in Journal
An Unexpected Glimpse
I feel like this all needs some explanation. There were no smartphones in 1999, and yet that's when the original picture was taken. However, this photo, was taken with a smartphone, more on that later. Believe me when I tell you that there are four extraordinary things about this photo, probably more, but I have time for four. Maybe this will never mean anything to anyone except me, but I need to put it out there anyway. To me, this picture, this story, means everything.
By Paige Graffunder6 years ago in Families
A Modern Proposal
2020 It is a melancholy object to those who walk through the streets of America when they see the state of things. Enormous houses, fit to house 10-20 souls, occupied by a single couple, the garage packed full of vehicles that utilize too much of our finite resources to build and maintain, and yet are never used. They are there for status and ornamentation only. The walls of these houses erected by laborers who are frequently underpaid, their unions having been dashed by the very politicians the residents of these monstrosities have bought and paid for. Diamonds mined by children in countries that the inhabitants of these houses can not pronounce the names of, nor point to on a map, adorn the limbs of these people. They think only of the weight of the stones, never of the blood spilled to obtain them.
By Paige Graffunder6 years ago in The Swamp
Je T'aime
He couldn’t believe his luck. Brian had been in Paris for three weeks and, after being shot down half a hundred times, he was now following the most beautiful woman he had ever seen up the sidewalk back to her apartment at four in the morning. To think he almost hadn’t gone out tonight. Only the insistent urging of his best friend Stefan had convinced him to go. Of course, by insistent urging, he meant Stefan had promised to buy him all his drinks. So, he had gone, reluctantly perhaps, but he had gone. He had sat at the bar as the bass-heavy music pounded into his ears, drinking expensive drinks his best friend was paying for. Eventually, he had wandered on to the dance floor to sway alone, as he had all the nights before.
By Paige Graffunder6 years ago in Filthy
Nobody's Hero
The news was released today that my hero had died on Tuesday, after a battle with brain cancer. Neil Peart, arguably the most talented drummer, and lyricist to ever walk the earth in the entirety of human history succumbed to his illness. The news did not break until Jan 10th, which to the millions of his fans came as no surprise. He died in the way he lived, quietly, privately, and without the fanfare we would all like to give him. Despite his rather quiet nature, he did author 6 books that were a glimpse into his life, his process, his pain, and his deeply introspective nature.
By Paige Graffunder6 years ago in Beat
I'll Be Roaring In the 20s
A lot of things have happened this past year, and the next year is looking to be just as eventful, and I was feeling kind of nostalgic and wistful, and also resolved, so I thought I would do a little recap, and speak some of my wishes into the world, in hopes they materialize.
By Paige Graffunder6 years ago in Motivation
A Burden Lessened
I have written a few times here about my writing process, and how destructive it can be. Also about how writing my former favorite subject matter (political satire) was becoming too much of a burden to continue to write. (If you are interested in reading those pieces you can find them here, and here.) But, I have started a new creative venture recently, and now four weeks into it and I feel good enough to finally write here about it.
By Paige Graffunder6 years ago in Journal
