Because I can
Today, I’m going to share a video with you…and a poem.
Because:
- Kelly Diels is a goddess, clearly shares part of my soul and knew that I would love it.
- Vanessa Hidary is a writer and woman SUPREME.
- Therefore, she should be celebrated.
- I applaud all people that say what they mean to say in a way that says what other people mean to/wish to/want to say but never, ever would. Like Ani DiFranco, for instance.
- I think a few people will learn/benefit/catharticize from it.
- It’s Saturday.
- My birthday is on Tuesday.
- It’s really, really hot and humid where I live.
- Well, quite simply put—and said with the same verve that Meg Ryan says, “They’re my bags” in French Kiss, one of my favorite movies with one of the best on-screen kisses ever (yes, the one on the train)—this is, after all, my blog and I can.
Warning! Do not watch this video if any of the following apply to you:
- You don’t like the P word.
- You don’t like the F word (specifically when people use it instead of something prissy like ‘intercourse’)
- You are my father.
- You are my mother. Or mother-in-law.
- You still think I’m eight-years-old (ie. you are either of my older brothers).
- You have a problem with strong women that speak their mind (in which case, why are you here exactly?)
- After watching it, you think to yourself, “Peru sounds rather nice.”
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Old Eyes, New Place. New Eyes, Old Place.
Image by Jeky
One of the things I love most about writing is the concept of laying my eyes on a familiar (to me) place, person or concept in a new way. But this week, I’m setting my old eyes on a new place or I’m setting my new eyes on an old place – depends how you look at it.
I’m in NYC, mostly Brooklyn. It’s by no means a new place to most people, but it is to me. And I find myself wanting to write about everything: the way the schools seem to sprout from the sidewalks – nestled between store fronts; the brownstones that look like they hold the most interesting people in the world; the way the drivers honk madly when your cab pulls over to let you out – even when they can easily get around you and be on their way; all of the people – every size, language, color, emotion, pace, relationship.
The newness is acting like a direct energy line to my brain, the creative part and the excited part. Besides wanting to write, this place makes me want to thrive, to move – fast. It’s an unexpected fount of inspiration – this melange of old and new, new and old. It makes me feel connected to the upward motion of our communities.
Where did your last unexpected inspiration flow come from?
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I’m leaving my little island tomorrow and heading to the big one. That would be Manhattan. I’m just a little bit excited.
I’m going to NYC for a benefit honoring the Bonobo Conservation Intitiative and featuring one of my favorite clients, Bonobo Kids. Here’s the flyer for the event. If you’re in NYC, I’d love to see you there.
