Sunday, November 22, 2009

Butterflies and Zebras


Yes, my very own handiwork on the versatile Amanda.



note: everything you see is a prop

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

Sometimes my selfishness astounds me

Sometimes, when I'm wallowing in my own petty bullshit, I have to take a step back and think about the meaningful things in my life.  There are things of so much more import out there to care about that sometimes I need to be reminded.



Darius Weems was born with Duchenne Muscular Dystrophy.  It is the number one, 100% fatal genetic killer of children in the world, and will one day affect his heart and breathing ability.  Funny thing is, at 20, he's led more of a life than most of the people I know.  These guys have devoted themselves to raising money and awareness for DMD and they are my favorite organization.  When I grow up and get a job and make lots and lots of money, I'm giving a boatload of it to them ;).

They made an amazing documentary that will make you laugh and cry.  No seriously, it will make you laugh and cry. 

www.DariusGoesWest.org

P.S. See ladies? Awesome, smart, passionate and intelligent men do exist!

Monday, November 16, 2009

Would you make it strong? 'Cause I don't need to think...

Julian Casablancas just came out with a new album, and in light of my friend Alex's recent post in my honor, I think I owe it to Mr. Casablancas to quote him here:

"Everything seems to go wrong when I stop drinkin', everything seemed to go my way last night.  Everything seems so wrong to me this morning.  I know things will be brighter later tonight."

Julian was an alcoholic for the majority of his time with the Strokes and finally cleaned up his act, got married, put out a solo album, etc.  I don't intend to do any of this, except for maybe slightly clean up my act.  As Alex mentions, I'm not an embarrassment to my friends, nor do I wallow in my bathtub with ice cream and Jack--just ice cream.  But sometimes drinking gets old.  And since we're not 17 anymore, it's not always pleasant waking up and feeling like a crushed dandelion.  So, let's end with a call to action (in honor of the speech I have to give tomorrow morning for my Oral Presentations class in which I will end with either a question, a quote, or a call to action).  Don't forget that there's more to life than drinking!

(I will now drink the antidote serum I've saved for moments like this, when Sister Sammy Sunshine comes out to pontificate and must be stifled.)

Cheers!