Live. A friend of mine has a play running as part of the Philly Fringe Festival. When I told him I was going to come see it, he hesitated. When I asked what was wrong, he said, "There's a lot of talk about sex in the play. I'm just warning you." I laughed. He was protecting me because he knows I'm a Jesus Fan. I appreciated his concern. I guess it gets pretty raunchy. Still, as the mother of a 3-year old, I'm pretty sure I know what sex is, folks. Being a Christian does not make me a prude or dead to the world. Actually, it makes me feel really alive. Anybody else out there think they have to be perfectly prudish to get to heaven?
Laugh. Last Friday, 9/11, I celebrated my birthday at World Cafe Live in downtown Philadelphia. One of my favorite music venues, World Cafe was hosting the "Philly Song Shuffle" which consisted of "four minute sets, four second set changes, fifty artists on one stage." I enjoyed discovering a few new artists as well as seeing my friend Alfred perform--my amazing cellist friend--from the Alfred James Band. Most of the music was folk-centric. One guy sang about strangling his Betty Lou, and he went into detail about how he would do it. Another man sang about the naked guy at his gym, which I found pretty funny. I probably laughed the hardest at myself when a man by the name of Abe Dubb came on stage. I read his name as "Ah-Bay." Then I thought about it for a minute: "Ah-Bay" singing folk music? I don't think so. Anyway, I chuckled to myself. We live in a land of diversity. And it seems that I have fully assimilated.
Laugh. Last Friday, 9/11, I celebrated my birthday at World Cafe Live in downtown Philadelphia. One of my favorite music venues, World Cafe was hosting the "Philly Song Shuffle" which consisted of "four minute sets, four second set changes, fifty artists on one stage." I enjoyed discovering a few new artists as well as seeing my friend Alfred perform--my amazing cellist friend--from the Alfred James Band. Most of the music was folk-centric. One guy sang about strangling his Betty Lou, and he went into detail about how he would do it. Another man sang about the naked guy at his gym, which I found pretty funny. I probably laughed the hardest at myself when a man by the name of Abe Dubb came on stage. I read his name as "Ah-Bay." Then I thought about it for a minute: "Ah-Bay" singing folk music? I don't think so. Anyway, I chuckled to myself. We live in a land of diversity. And it seems that I have fully assimilated.
http://www.myspace.com/alfredjames
http://www.worldcafelive.com
Learn. After the post about my father's suicide Thursday, September 10th, (which, unknown to me at the time of the post, was World Suicide Prevention Day), I learned that many of you have also suffered the death of a parent, relative, or friend via suicide. I'm so thankful you had the courage to talk about it. At the same time, I'm very sad it has happened to so many of us. I also learned that some of you have had thoughts to end it all but didn't. For that I am grateful. Each one of us has enormous value, great purpose, and a beautiful destiny. Call a friend if you're struggling. Please...don't ever be ashamed to share with someone your darkest thoughts. We are here to look out for each other. If you feel like you have no one, contact me via my website. For more information about Suicide Prevention, visit:
International Association for Suicide Prevention
http://www.worldcafelive.com
Learn. After the post about my father's suicide Thursday, September 10th, (which, unknown to me at the time of the post, was World Suicide Prevention Day), I learned that many of you have also suffered the death of a parent, relative, or friend via suicide. I'm so thankful you had the courage to talk about it. At the same time, I'm very sad it has happened to so many of us. I also learned that some of you have had thoughts to end it all but didn't. For that I am grateful. Each one of us has enormous value, great purpose, and a beautiful destiny. Call a friend if you're struggling. Please...don't ever be ashamed to share with someone your darkest thoughts. We are here to look out for each other. If you feel like you have no one, contact me via my website. For more information about Suicide Prevention, visit:
International Association for Suicide Prevention
http://www.iasp.info/
Like. Still in high school when Dirty Dancing was released, my very lovely and protective mom--who had not seen the movie--would not let me go see it, which I found terribly frustrating. So...my best friend and I waited until it came out on video and we watched it at her house. After it was over, we both looked at each other like "What was the big deal?" We were really disappointed to find absolutely nothing inappropriate in the movie. I admitted to mom later that I watched it and she replied with "So?" I quickly reminded her that she had forbidden me to see it earlier. I guess she forgot. All that stress with the sneaking around, all the hype about what I would see in the movie and didn't, all of it...wasted. Anyway, I liked the movie. And I liked Patrick Swayze. I hate cancer. Rest in peace, Johnny Castle.
Love. I love the days in which we live. At our fingertips is a medley of global interactions through a variety of social networking platforms. Today I watched Kanye West's interruption of Taylor Swift's award at the VMA's. If you haven't seen it, you will. It was totally unprofessional but not unexpected from Kanye West. It's fascinating how quickly society responds to these gaffes. There's no hiding from your mistakes anymore. Whether you're Serena Williams, Kanye or Miss Teen South Carolina, your mistakes are out there...in a million places...forever. And people are going to comment on them...forever. It's horrible. And yet, I think it's a little bit like a continuation of playground socialization. Everybody knew your business on the playground. It's also where you got beat up, Dodgeballed in the head (never happened to me, I swear), gossiped about, bullied, picked last, dissed, and kissed. On the Twitter playground today lots of tweets looked like this: "Yo Patrick Swayze ima let you rest in peace but you know Michael Jackson had one of the best deaths this year." Should make Kanye feel pretty low. Drunk or not...it's not right to upstage anyone under any circumstances. But if you do, you can count on this: all the kids will hear about it and you will get it tomorrow in Dodgeball. Don't say I didn't warn you.
Like. Still in high school when Dirty Dancing was released, my very lovely and protective mom--who had not seen the movie--would not let me go see it, which I found terribly frustrating. So...my best friend and I waited until it came out on video and we watched it at her house. After it was over, we both looked at each other like "What was the big deal?" We were really disappointed to find absolutely nothing inappropriate in the movie. I admitted to mom later that I watched it and she replied with "So?" I quickly reminded her that she had forbidden me to see it earlier. I guess she forgot. All that stress with the sneaking around, all the hype about what I would see in the movie and didn't, all of it...wasted. Anyway, I liked the movie. And I liked Patrick Swayze. I hate cancer. Rest in peace, Johnny Castle.
Love. I love the days in which we live. At our fingertips is a medley of global interactions through a variety of social networking platforms. Today I watched Kanye West's interruption of Taylor Swift's award at the VMA's. If you haven't seen it, you will. It was totally unprofessional but not unexpected from Kanye West. It's fascinating how quickly society responds to these gaffes. There's no hiding from your mistakes anymore. Whether you're Serena Williams, Kanye or Miss Teen South Carolina, your mistakes are out there...in a million places...forever. And people are going to comment on them...forever. It's horrible. And yet, I think it's a little bit like a continuation of playground socialization. Everybody knew your business on the playground. It's also where you got beat up, Dodgeballed in the head (never happened to me, I swear), gossiped about, bullied, picked last, dissed, and kissed. On the Twitter playground today lots of tweets looked like this: "Yo Patrick Swayze ima let you rest in peace but you know Michael Jackson had one of the best deaths this year." Should make Kanye feel pretty low. Drunk or not...it's not right to upstage anyone under any circumstances. But if you do, you can count on this: all the kids will hear about it and you will get it tomorrow in Dodgeball. Don't say I didn't warn you.
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