Come and hear, all you who fear God, and I will tell what he has done for my soul. Psalm 66:16
For a moment the void which separates the world of the blind from that of the seeing was temporarily bridged, and the [volounteer] learned what all blind people know as a matter of course: the blind only use lights to help others.
David Sills, The Volunteers: Means and Ends in a National Organization
I'm marking the transition to a new blog with this video I've finished.
It is for, Project Follow Me, some work from two lovely interns out in California. As of right now the only other videos for the project are from other Napkins but soon there should be media from all around the world. I'm excited to see the range of differences in people's lives. ch-ch-check it out!
This video sums up a typical week in my first six months of experiencing New York. It also represents what I think the inside of my brains looks like.
Welcome to my world.
I question life.
I was questioning my life.
I questions my life.
Life is a question.
Life questions I have.
Life…questions…brain….dead.
It had been a harsh weekend, and I found myself up at 11:00 am to meet my girl Kat H. Coffee. Bonding. Lady time. It all sounded so…difficult in my state. Once I got to Think, ordered my coffee, my Aranciata, and my Bagel with cream cheese and tomato, the fog started to lift. Just a bit. As I sat at my table, creating a wall of beverages (they have a pour your own water station), I noticed that I was in a great spot for people watching. Creeper liquid barrier and I had a grand old time watching various Europeans strutting from the Bowery Hotel to Soho for some inevitable shopping. Between bites of beautiful bagel, I peered at the old man writing furiously in his notebook. Every few minutes he would look up at me, and I would look away awkwardly. Sucks to get caught staring, am I right?
Luckily, the bagel, and the strong coffee began to lift me to an amazing pinnacle of creep. I started to stare unabashedly, while waiting for my counterpart. The rich, brown liquid coursed through my veins with such power that I could have had a staring contest with any one of the total strangers in the cafe. Good shit! The Loko hangover was quickly dissipating, and I felt like a brand new woman! One who could fully take advantage of an outing with a girlfriend. Giggling. Gushing. Raging. Saying inappropriate things at wholly inappropriate volumes.
Thank you, Think.
One of my biggest pastimes I’ve started to enjoy while living here has been to go on Yelp and see what people write about different establishments. Mainly to see if one of the many restaurants in a neighborhood I’m visiting for the first time has gotten people sick, and what the most praised meal is.
This particular post was very well done. Although if it were steak I wouldn’t eat it.
Commissar Formanav and Chepaev are two of my most favorite movie characters.
