there is a book that now exists titled, Humans of New York created by self-taught photo journalist Brandon Stanton that you need to look at.
mr. Stanton approaches fellow New York denizens daily, asks permission (some times not) to take their photograph and conducts a brief interview. it’s (the book and visceral experience) easy to enjoy because, while there are certainly profound words, the effort drives its formidable impact through the startling images that define New York City.
I use the word “startling” as opposed to say, “stunning”, because of the way many of the pictures and associated bon mottes move me.
for example, it looks like one of my favorites contributions is from a woman that could fundamentally shape our global view:
“l tell you what my husband told me when he was dying. I said, ‘Mo, how am I going to live without you?’ And he said, take the love that you have for me and spread it around.”
that message drove me to my knees. I am genuinely thankful.
something you REALLY need to know:
Humans of New Yorkis a hugely popular blog (go check-out that link. ← do it!), by the way, and of course only now a book.
and, I’m warning you… it’s addictive – in a very human and healthy way. feed your soul. do it!
Brandon’s ability (I snagged these words from somewhere else and replaced the word “willingness” with “ability”) to:
“approach strangers has led to some pretty amazing moments of openness, “whether it’s someone telling me about their battle with cancer, or somebody even telling me how they were molested as a child,” he says of many “startlingly honest revelations.”
something you might care to know:
for me, an almost perfect day would be spent with my little Emma Jo hiking about New York City with her taking pictures with her new camera while I talked to people.
I love talking to people. I value stories. I’m no good with a camera. but, Emma Jo might be. and, I really like being around her. and I’m drawn to cities that create stories through their fascinating residents by design almost more than I desperately need to help people.
some stories are worth telling. some other people need to help with all of it.
I get inspired and motivated by all manner of things.
and, I tie them all together over the course of years, months, weeks, days, hours, minutes, and seconds.
happy Memorial Day, everyone.
and, this is just one more reason to honor you, Dad. I sure wish you were here to hug the girls. however, I did take Emma Jo kayaking yesterday and told her stories about you. all of it was mildly interesting to het for about fifteen minutes. then she was hot and sweaty. not much fun for an eleven year old girl that was more excited to learn she is bound for a shopping trip to Dallas.
in a playful mood, at one point along the river, I did ask her if she thought we were being watched by “wild indian”s. I got an over-the-shoulder no so amused glance for my efforts. so, in typically goofy-Dad fashion I followed my question with, “how about some-what wild Indians”, then, “mildly irritated indians”. of course I had to go down a long list of options, and finally, “impossibly flatulent illegal aliens”. that earned me an, “can I call Mommy”.
meanwhile, I was asked Saturday why I’m so good at coaching kids in youth sports, Lacrosse and Soccer, to be specific. I had to think about that one. while my teams tend to win, and the players improve, I’d don’t think of myself as being a “good coach”. the truth is I think I’m valuable as a motivator. it gets dicy after that. all that said, we were at the Union Hill Polo grounds Saturday and I met a strapping young fellow all of seven. he has just started playing Lacrosse. when word got out that I’m in the Milton system many of them figured out who I am and it started to look like a lacrosse game was inevitable.
I’ll dodge that part of the story and get back tot he core question. I’m certain I can coax girls into playing great and successful Soccer because I convince them to believe in themselves and play as a team. most girls are not raised that way. while that is a blog post worthy of its own merits, I’ll run with it another time. but,I believe I have a fair amount of success coaching boys in Lacrosse because I understand them better than most of their own Dads, especially if football has ever been involved. I relate to them. I probably think in similar fashion, and see the world in much the same way. my wife says I’ve never lost my sense of wonder and naiveté. I get VERY excited over “gear”.
in any event, all of this is a preamble to a brief discussion over Halo. going back to 2005 we had a shot at a movie with Peter Jackson (Hobbitmovies) at the helm. but, Microsoft (owns all rights to Halo – and deserves a lot of credit for ONLY that), the best example of the evil empire itself mucked it all up by being greedy. its true, read more about that here:
Halo could have been a blockbuster similar to Avatar. but now it’s destined to be small-screened on the forth-coming XBox-TV.
this is classic Microsoft being stupid and stodgy and turning a great concept into frustrating irrelevance.
for perspective, Microsoft has come up with Office 365. but, you can’t import contact pictures up to it. so, in our social media networked business community that is another VERY stupid mistake.
so… that’s just par for the ill-kept course with Microsoft.
I want to buy more Microsoft stock (I bought a lot in the late ’80′s and early ’90′s). however, I keep having to ask myself how could a company that is so relevant be so goofy with its execution? kind of like Dad’s with sons that don’t understand what Lacrosse means.
it’s all tied together.
more later. we are off to the club today for a pool party. my Jeep driving Haley Anne might just join us. I am grateful for so much. I have been training hard of late and I am craving a hamburger.
today, in honor of Microsoft, and that of our Military heroes, I am listening to Despair by the Yeah Yeah Yeah’s. you can watch it here:
I’m kind of cheating, today. but, this so by public request (WordPress does not have a other form of “repost” capability).
love and hate.
or, love and hatred.
they represent genuine extremes, I think.
as an aside… we’ve witnessed; and unfortunately, some of you have lived – “love hate” relationships.
but, some people love to hate. we assign that to terrorists, for example. other folks might submit they hate to love.
“there’s nothing in this world so sweet as love. and next to love the sweetest thing is hate.” – Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
I’m intently considering my keyboard, and thinking love is an elixir, whereas hatred is fuel. however, both can be the foundation for a cause. and, a result of a cause, I suppose.
apparently there exists, some where, but I don’t, in truth, care precisely where, a study using a brain scanner to investigate the neural circuits that become active when people look at a photograph of someone they say they hate has found that the “hate circuit” shares something in common with the “love circuit”.
I’m thinking the opposite of love is not hate. however, it could be indifference. but, we’re trying not to introduce other words, here. on the other hand, indifference is not the same result if you say: the opposite of hate is not love. the meaning, if not the entire context changes, and radically.
what the hell, I’ll add an aside, here. me? I’ll fear indifference long before hate, and certainly love. indifference might suggest the loss of hope. And, maybe that’s the key to strapping on a vest stuffed with dynamite, or losing the will to love. love might take more courage and effort than hate, after all.
these words, and their application, might represent an important battlefield. the on-going war that rages (now, that’s an interesting word relative to this line-of-thinking) between these emotions is relentless. we seem to have just enough religion to make us hate, but not enough to make us love one another, unflinchingly. it’s more likely that love will turn, and viciously, into seething hatred, and not so likely that hate will transform itself into love. if someone were to say: ‘I hate loving”, it’s sad, but that is more easy to relate to than: “I love hating”, which almost sounds like a chest-thumping cause for action, or call-to-action.
hate is often considered to be an evil passion that should, in a better world, be tamed, controlled and eradicated. yet, I think were you a biologist, hate is a passion that is of equal interest to love.
like love, hate is often seemingly irrational, and can lead individuals to both heroic and evil deeds. this fascinates me. how can two opposite sentiments lead to the same behavior?
perhaps that line-of-thinking led Ella Wilcox to say:“love lights more fire than hate extinguishes.”
I can’t say I agree with that. for example, love is often viewed as given, whereas is hatred is acquired. but, we can demonstrate how hatred is ladled-out carefully and becomes so much more powerful over time. if someone handed a terrorist (we really do leverage that term liberally, don’t we) a flower, they would likely shove up the givers butt, or grind it into dust and mix it with weed-killer and craftily introduce it into their coca-cola. having said that, perhaps the makers of coca-cola are actually terrorists of a sort because soft drinks are, indeed poison, and slowly killing a large portion of the worlds population. too many people say: “I love coca-cola”, and not enough say: “I hate coca-cola”. but, I digress (although shareholders of coca-cola enterprises love to make money, and certainly don’t hate it).
me? as I continue to explore the complexities of living the authentic life, I’m more likely to try and love, in general. or, at least care. this is where indifference creeps back into the thinking. I’m not sure you can win once love is part of the equation because many lines become blurred and the self can be lost. but, nobody actually wins where hate evolves. that’s a kobayashi maru. I’ll submit once indifference corrupts the soul, there exists hatreds foothold. and, I’ll often try to encourage my fourteen year old daughter to try, and hard, not to even use the word hate in a sentence – especially relative to people, and also inanimate objects (like new cellular telephones) – but more so, then, from a common-sensical standpoint. I also want her to be careful about dispensing and leveraging the word love. there is that tipping-point, after-all.
can change always be good? its unavoidable. more so change, hopefully, good.
I’m wondering how poetry can fit into the evolution of life.
what is the hell is “poetic justice”? that’s a bit of random thinking. however, it just struck me as I was preparing to stop tapping and launch this post. so, I’m exploring that.
all that said, the point of this post is founded with:
“The days will continue to flee, and we shall want for their passing with each missed opportunity”.
I’m listening to Fall At Your Feet (again) by Crowded House. But also, You’ll Never Walk Alone for Liverpool FC! life is such a beautiful game, poetry adds beauty and balance to it. and, it turns out that Soccer (proper football) is referred to globally as “the beautiful game”. and, a great moment in soccer is more often referred to as, “poetic”.
you may be wondering what this has to do with Joanne, at least from a post title perspective. the answer is specifically nothing and everything. it all depends on how you read it, or say it, or interpret it.
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So, while I harangue the public in my not so gentle way, you will discover that I am fascinated by all things arcane, curious about those whom appear religious, love music, dabble in politics, loathe the media, value education, still think I am an athlete, and might offer a recipe.
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