I am a sucker for romance so when I saw this my heart melted... Here's the deal (as told through the guy who made it):
"After my girlfriend moved away for graduate school, I wanted to create something different to express my feelings for her. I secretly created a song and video with my friends the Daylights in hopes that it would be passed around and get to her organically. WITH YOUR HELP, we can meet this goal and it can stand as a symbol of what we can do as an digital social community. This is dedicated to anyone who is separated from people they love.
I will let you know if it works on my Twitter @WalterCMay"
As the sounds of the screams and the crying fade away, as the visual of seeing the burning buildings and the people running towards me when the buildings fell get more and more blurry, and as the smell of smoke and the feeling of time standing still become an almost non-existent memory, I honor all those who needlessly died on this day. Your passing was not in vain and we, as a people, will hopefully rise above the petty indifferences that brought us to that point - the point where innocent lives were taken just for living in this country.
"I keep thinking how strange it is … I kill a man and most people understand and forgive me. However, I love a man, and to so many people this is an unforgivable sin; this makes me an evil person. So, even though I never went to jail, I have been in prison almost all my life." - Emile Griffin, gay welterweight boxing champ
If you want to see an amazing video abot this man, watch it after the jump.
As if it couldn't get any worse... Last night, at just after midnight, a man jumped off the 22nd floor of my friends' building and the four of us got to witness it. My first time seeing a dead person on the street and I was a bit in shock, to say the least.
When I woke this morning, I took myself to the housing court to file a complaint against my landlord for not holding up his end of the bargain in a court-ordered decision. Unfortunately I needed the physical copy of the court order to file a complaint which I left on my coffee table. In Los Angeles.
That left me a bit frazzled and I went to the gym which made me miss my doctor's appointment (forgot), I missed my meeting up w/ an old friend, and I finally went all the way uptown to file another complaint against my landlord at the NY Dept of Housing as I just found out I have been paying my landlord doub the rent in a rent stabilized apartment for the past 5 years only to find out there was a 4-year statute of limitations. I am a year too late.
NOW I'm finding out that the reason I flew out here - to work the next 2 days on Fire Island - might be for nothing. There's a hurricane a-comin' and they're this close to evacuating Fire Island until Sat. So no work for me. And to think I gave up 2 nights of work in L.A. for this. Not to mention the cost of my flight/travel expenses. I mean...really??
When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives mean the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a warm and tender hand. The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares.
UPDATE: Upon re-reading this, I thinkI read it incorrectly. Yes, we all need friends who will just "be there" for us, but those who mean the most to me are those who give advice, solutions, and cures; the ones who can slap you across the face and say "Snap Out Of It!" are the ones I keep closest.
"I like living. I have sometimes been wildly, despairingly, acutely miserable, racked with sorrow, but through it all I still know quite certainly that just to be alive is a grand thing." - Agatha Christie
You know that feeling? That feeling when you just want the right thing to fall into the right place, not only because it’s right, but because it will mean that such a thing is still possible? I want to believe that.
I grew up on both coasts and watched a shizz-load of TV, and two commercials really stuck out as ones I recreated or sang the jingles to. in fact they still play in the steel-trap-of-useless-crap that I call my brain.
One of my favorite episodes of Little House on the Prairie was about Laura Ingalls' horse and how Nelly Olsen falls off said horse and winds up in a wheelchair. As is the norm for Nelly, the injury is milked and one sunny afternoon Laura spies on Nelly dancing around her living room (when she's supposedly struck lame - in more ways than one). Laura aint having it and takes Nelly for a little walk. What happens then is O-V-A-H. Watch:
Since I'm a YouTube addict, I thought I'd start posting clips of things that made me who I am -- a look into my upbringing, if you will. Here's the first which is a song that makes my entire being happy - Miss Minnie Ripperton's Loving You: