"The average is the borderline that keeps mere
men in their place. Those who step over the line are heroes by the very
act. Go."
Henry Rollins
So... I've been working as a freelance photographer and digital tech for the Clinton Global Initiative.
Clinton Global Initiative
Whatever your politics or opinion of Bill Clinton, his group raised over 9.3 BILLION dollars for various climate, alternative fuels, poverty relief, and other very worth causes.
Yup, 9.3 Billion, with a "B", dollars.
Lots of very heroic people involved in this conference... check out the site (which I'm also working on).
Other stuff...
I'm going to be an uncle again.
I live in Brooklyn full-time now, except when shooting on the road somewhere.
My car is in the city now, so taking as many road trips out of the city as possible.
Working with my girlfriend on shooting stuff for the new album and website of a band called The Kin...
The Kin
Go check them out... for those of you in NYC, they are playing tomorrow night at a place called Rockwood Musichall
Working on getting my own website finished... mainly several pages of photos and a contact page at the moment... lot more work than I thought...
Not sure what else to say, but ZigZag pointed out that I hadn't written in a while, and I can refuse her nothing, so here you go...
Hope everyone is well and had a great holiday...
Talk to you soon...
(How was that Miss M / ZigZag?)
Mini Update, December 28th, 2006:
Just worked on two photo shoots with Annie Leibovitz; one with Beyoncé, Oliver Platt, and Lyle Lovett. The other with Scarlett Johansson (got in a fight with the paparazzi on that one, but Scarlett was very cool). Long days, but very cool people and locations.
So, Xmas was good... too many friends and family were/are away, but that's what comes from having friends from all over the place... waddygonnado?
Leaving in a week for a few weeks in South Carolina to work on Wheel of Fortune; get to play with my "road family", some of the best in the business and some of the best people around...
Trying to keep things up to date here on SG... would write an entire new post, but don't have a cool new photo like the one above...
Stay tuned...
(How was that, Allied? I'm getting better
)
men in their place. Those who step over the line are heroes by the very
act. Go."
Henry Rollins
So... I've been working as a freelance photographer and digital tech for the Clinton Global Initiative.
Clinton Global Initiative
Whatever your politics or opinion of Bill Clinton, his group raised over 9.3 BILLION dollars for various climate, alternative fuels, poverty relief, and other very worth causes.
Yup, 9.3 Billion, with a "B", dollars.
Lots of very heroic people involved in this conference... check out the site (which I'm also working on).
Other stuff...
I'm going to be an uncle again.
I live in Brooklyn full-time now, except when shooting on the road somewhere.
My car is in the city now, so taking as many road trips out of the city as possible.
Working with my girlfriend on shooting stuff for the new album and website of a band called The Kin...
The Kin
Go check them out... for those of you in NYC, they are playing tomorrow night at a place called Rockwood Musichall
Working on getting my own website finished... mainly several pages of photos and a contact page at the moment... lot more work than I thought...
Not sure what else to say, but ZigZag pointed out that I hadn't written in a while, and I can refuse her nothing, so here you go...
Hope everyone is well and had a great holiday...
Talk to you soon...
(How was that Miss M / ZigZag?)
Mini Update, December 28th, 2006:
Just worked on two photo shoots with Annie Leibovitz; one with Beyoncé, Oliver Platt, and Lyle Lovett. The other with Scarlett Johansson (got in a fight with the paparazzi on that one, but Scarlett was very cool). Long days, but very cool people and locations.
So, Xmas was good... too many friends and family were/are away, but that's what comes from having friends from all over the place... waddygonnado?
Leaving in a week for a few weeks in South Carolina to work on Wheel of Fortune; get to play with my "road family", some of the best in the business and some of the best people around...
Trying to keep things up to date here on SG... would write an entire new post, but don't have a cool new photo like the one above...
Stay tuned...
(How was that, Allied? I'm getting better
) "If I lose the light of the sun, I will write by candlelight, moonlight, no light. If I lose paper and ink, I will write in blood on forgotten walls. I will write always. I will capture nights all over the world and bring them to you."
Henry Rollins
Just back from working on my regular road gig, Wheel of Fortune; this time in sunny Dallas, Texas.
When they tell you "It's a dry heat" and it's 106 degrees or more out for weeks, it doesn't much matter, dry heat or not. Have never been so homesick for the humidity of Brooklyn.
We do Celebrity Jeopardy at Radio City Music Hall in NYC in a few weeks; anyone want to come out and watch, let me know and I'll get you tickets. Who knows; could get some SG's on network television... Sweet.
Let's also not forget what's coming up this weekend; the five year anniversary of 9/11.
Seems like both a lifetime and a heartbeat ago...
Hope this finds everyone well.
Will be around more often from now on.
Really.
Henry Rollins
Just back from working on my regular road gig, Wheel of Fortune; this time in sunny Dallas, Texas.
When they tell you "It's a dry heat" and it's 106 degrees or more out for weeks, it doesn't much matter, dry heat or not. Have never been so homesick for the humidity of Brooklyn.
We do Celebrity Jeopardy at Radio City Music Hall in NYC in a few weeks; anyone want to come out and watch, let me know and I'll get you tickets. Who knows; could get some SG's on network television... Sweet.
Let's also not forget what's coming up this weekend; the five year anniversary of 9/11.
Seems like both a lifetime and a heartbeat ago...
Hope this finds everyone well.
Will be around more often from now on.
Really.
I'm Back (again).
We'll see if I can stick around this time.
Saw Mr. Henry Rollins at The Town Hall in NYC recently.
Food for thought as usual.
More later; hope you all are well...
Henry says:
Life is full of choices, if you have the guts to go for it. That's why I get immediately bored with anyone's complaining about how boring their life is, or how bad their town is. Fucking leave and go somewhere else. Or don't.
Scar tissue is stronger than regular tissue. Realize the strength, move on.
That about sums it up: got a second chance at a bunch of stuff and have to keep focused.
Time to streamline things a bit and cut away the fat, both literally and figuratively.
Have made a bunch of new friends and professional contacts in NYC and have new job possibilities coming up...
Still haven't found a way to keep in touch/see all the people I want/should, but I'm working on it. I know I continue to disappoint some people, but I will keep working on it...
Have to remind mtself of all of the above and get/keep my head in a better space...
Stay tuned (and thank you for all of the constant support and comments)...
Henry says:
"Half of life is fucking up the other half is dealing with it."
"It's sad when someone you know becomes someone you knew."
"My feelings for you shame me into silence. The truth of this and your name will never be revealed. It is you who has made me realize the failure of my life. The thought of you fills me with longing and at the same time, a burning humiliation that produces scar tissue and dead brain cells. Your existence mocks me and I am unable to confront this. You have no idea of any of this. None of this is your fault. It is completely with me. It is you who makes me see what I really am. I am weak and out of touch with myself."
Well, I've done it again... I let myself become totally dependent upon one person for my own self-worth and self-direction.
Read the quotes above... every one of them touches a certain part of my old and recently re-opened self-inflicted wound.
I have done this to myself.
Again.
I need people in my life, yet I push many of them away.
I miss my father, but didn't get along with him that well when he was alive... I took care of him when he was sick and was there when he died. Part of me died at that moment and made the ever present pain in my chest and lump in my throat that much more difficult to ignore.
What a strange place this is for a confessional; must be my Irish Catholic upbringing forcing stuff out of me like this.
Another factor is my new girlfriend.
She and I have known each other for a couple of years now; we work every other month or so on a TV show somewhere on location... usually for a couple of weeks or more at a time.
We began dating in New Orleans right before Katrina; our crew was evacuated the day the hurricane hit. She and I have been together ever since.
Before we began dating, my life was pretty comfortably chaotic and I was a functional vagabond.
Since we started dating, I have had to reevaluate my life...
It's long overdue, not unwelcome and not her fault... I have had my life on Pause for a while now.
The down side is that I have not only realized a lot of unpleasant things about myself, but now I have a ton of (self-imposed) pressure to get it all straightened out.
All that's well and good: "Stop whining, step up and get it done already. Jeez."
I hear you.
Here's the thing; I've written that I am the "Break Glass in Case of Emergency" guy... now that someone is in a relationship wth me and depends on me to a degree and expects certain things of me as an (alleged) adult, I am not sure how to deal with that.
Along the way, I have also dropped off the face of the planet as far as some of my friends are concerned... I seem to have only a certain amount of energy in me for people lately and then I find myself all tapped out. Telling people how I feel and what's going on doesn't seem to fit in the program; I am fully capable of dealing with other people's issues, but get easily overwhelmed by my own... I've dug myself quite a hole to climb up out of.
I am here in Brooklyn packing my stuff to go "home" to work for the next couple of weeks; right up to the New Year. I am in my girlfriend's apartment and she is on a plane to Korea to see family (more on how her very traditional family does not and can not know about the tattooed white boy boyfriend later). I think the condition I find myself in has a lot to do with having put all my time and energy lately into trying to become the man she and I both need me to be.
I have to get it all worked out; get it all straight in my head... I have to be able to balance all the parts of my life before I go completely insane.
I have to somehow make amends... again... to those people in my life I have walked away from... again.
If they let me.
Not sure I would if I were them...
December 20th Update:
The West Wing is on the tv in the background while working on the computer.
One of the characters is trying to comfort another and tells him this story:
"A guy is walking down the street when he falls down a hole in the sidewalk. The walls are too steep and he can't climb out. A doctor walks by and the man calls out for help: "Doctor, I've fallen down into this hole and I can't climb out... can you help me?"
The doctor writes out a prescription, drops it into the hole and walks on. Next a priest walks by the hole. The man cries out: "Father, I've fallen into this hole and the walls are too steep to climb out... can you please help me?" The priest writes out a prayer on a piece of paper, drops it in the hole and goes on his way.
Finally, the man's friend walks by the hole. "Joe, I've fallen in this hole and can't get out... can you help me?" Joe immediately jumps down into the hole next to his friend. His friend yells out: "Joe, why did you jump into this hole with me... now we're both stuck."
Joe turns to his friend and says: "Yeah, but I've been down here before and I know the way out."
I guess that's my problem; I'm usually Joe in this story and am unaccustomed to being the other guy...
"Half of life is fucking up the other half is dealing with it."
"It's sad when someone you know becomes someone you knew."
"My feelings for you shame me into silence. The truth of this and your name will never be revealed. It is you who has made me realize the failure of my life. The thought of you fills me with longing and at the same time, a burning humiliation that produces scar tissue and dead brain cells. Your existence mocks me and I am unable to confront this. You have no idea of any of this. None of this is your fault. It is completely with me. It is you who makes me see what I really am. I am weak and out of touch with myself."
Well, I've done it again... I let myself become totally dependent upon one person for my own self-worth and self-direction.
Read the quotes above... every one of them touches a certain part of my old and recently re-opened self-inflicted wound.
I have done this to myself.
Again.
I need people in my life, yet I push many of them away.
I miss my father, but didn't get along with him that well when he was alive... I took care of him when he was sick and was there when he died. Part of me died at that moment and made the ever present pain in my chest and lump in my throat that much more difficult to ignore.
What a strange place this is for a confessional; must be my Irish Catholic upbringing forcing stuff out of me like this.
Another factor is my new girlfriend.
She and I have known each other for a couple of years now; we work every other month or so on a TV show somewhere on location... usually for a couple of weeks or more at a time.
We began dating in New Orleans right before Katrina; our crew was evacuated the day the hurricane hit. She and I have been together ever since.
Before we began dating, my life was pretty comfortably chaotic and I was a functional vagabond.
Since we started dating, I have had to reevaluate my life...
It's long overdue, not unwelcome and not her fault... I have had my life on Pause for a while now.
The down side is that I have not only realized a lot of unpleasant things about myself, but now I have a ton of (self-imposed) pressure to get it all straightened out.
All that's well and good: "Stop whining, step up and get it done already. Jeez."
I hear you.
Here's the thing; I've written that I am the "Break Glass in Case of Emergency" guy... now that someone is in a relationship wth me and depends on me to a degree and expects certain things of me as an (alleged) adult, I am not sure how to deal with that.
Along the way, I have also dropped off the face of the planet as far as some of my friends are concerned... I seem to have only a certain amount of energy in me for people lately and then I find myself all tapped out. Telling people how I feel and what's going on doesn't seem to fit in the program; I am fully capable of dealing with other people's issues, but get easily overwhelmed by my own... I've dug myself quite a hole to climb up out of.
I am here in Brooklyn packing my stuff to go "home" to work for the next couple of weeks; right up to the New Year. I am in my girlfriend's apartment and she is on a plane to Korea to see family (more on how her very traditional family does not and can not know about the tattooed white boy boyfriend later). I think the condition I find myself in has a lot to do with having put all my time and energy lately into trying to become the man she and I both need me to be.
I have to get it all worked out; get it all straight in my head... I have to be able to balance all the parts of my life before I go completely insane.
I have to somehow make amends... again... to those people in my life I have walked away from... again.
If they let me.
Not sure I would if I were them...
December 20th Update:
The West Wing is on the tv in the background while working on the computer.
One of the characters is trying to comfort another and tells him this story:
"A guy is walking down the street when he falls down a hole in the sidewalk. The walls are too steep and he can't climb out. A doctor walks by and the man calls out for help: "Doctor, I've fallen down into this hole and I can't climb out... can you help me?"
The doctor writes out a prescription, drops it into the hole and walks on. Next a priest walks by the hole. The man cries out: "Father, I've fallen into this hole and the walls are too steep to climb out... can you please help me?" The priest writes out a prayer on a piece of paper, drops it in the hole and goes on his way.
Finally, the man's friend walks by the hole. "Joe, I've fallen in this hole and can't get out... can you help me?" Joe immediately jumps down into the hole next to his friend. His friend yells out: "Joe, why did you jump into this hole with me... now we're both stuck."
Joe turns to his friend and says: "Yeah, but I've been down here before and I know the way out."
I guess that's my problem; I'm usually Joe in this story and am unaccustomed to being the other guy...
HENRY Says:
"I am ready for whatever's coming. I expect nothing but to be let down or turned away. I am alone. Goddamn. The shit hurts sometimes, but I realize what I am, what I have become. The alien man waved his arms up and down and noticed that he couldn't wave in the right language so he stopped."
... that's how I have felt for a very long time...
"I believe that one defines oneself by reinvention. To not be like your parents. To not be like your friends. To be yourself. To cut yourself out of stone."
... this is what I've boiled it down to...
I have been both changing and being forced to change quite a bit lately... trying to stay available and tuned in.
I am the "Break Glass in Case of Emergency" guy... I am the first on the scene and the last to leave... expert hand-holder and brutal patient advocate...
It's the everyday and long run type stuff I have to learn how to do.
Working on it.
In the meantime, still wandering around the planet... mostly NYC and Brooklyn these days.
Off to Florida for a job in a week and a half... have trips to San Francisco, Denver, Boulder, and a few other places coming up... still feel more at home in hotel rooms and on the road than at "home".
"Not I - not anyone else, can travel that road for you, / You must travel it for yourself."
Walt Whitman
Time to go...
HENRY ROLLINS Says:
"Somewhere someone is thinking of you. Someone is calling you an angel. This person is using celestial colors to paint your image. Someone is making you into a vision so beautiful that it can only live in the mind. Someone is thinking of the way your breath escapes your lips when you are touched. How your eyes close and your jaw tightens with concentration as you give pleasure a home. These thoughts are saving a life somewhere right now. In some airless apartment on a dark, urine stained, whore lined street, someone is calling out to you silently and you are answering without even being there. So crystalline. So pure. Such life saving power when you smile. You will never know how you have cauterized my wounds. So sad that we will never touch. How it hurts me to know that I will never be able to give you everything I have."
So I went Walkabout for a while...
Got back from New Orleans and kept in touch with friends down there on a daily basis; not going to get on a rant about all the fucked up things that happened and are happening down there... as with anything else, if you weren't/aren't there, you just don't know... so shut up.
Had a birthday; no big deal even though it was a "milestone" birthday, whatever that means...
I have never known what it means to "feel your age" and I still don't.
Went "walkabout" for a month or so... cut off all contact with 95% of everyone outside of those that kept me alive and working.
Every couple of years, I need to unplug and just wander around to get my head back on straight.
Amongst the many places I ended up was FDNY Ladder 7/Engine 16 in Manhattan on 9/11/05. I think many people have a vague impression/remembrance of 9/11... sadly I also think that many politicians use the tragedy to further their own goals and agendas... again, not going to get on a rant as we all know what's going on.
If you want to see the real aftershock of 9/11, go visit a NYC firehouse on the anniversary and play with the fatherless children that are climbing in and out of the firetrucks their fathers once rode in. Have the survivng firefighters welcome you and feed you as if you were family... without reservation or taking no for an answer. Watch the firefighters and their families watch CNN and MSNBC replay and replay the planes going in over and over. Watch their faces as they watch footage of the towers going down as they remember being there and the friends and family who were inside at that moment.
Brings things rather sharply into focus, doesn't it?
For those people, 9/11 was yesterday.
Everyday.
Every single day.
The Walkabout thing doesn't always help that much; there are too many bad things in my head... years working at a psychiatric institute trying to actually make a difference and help the kids stuck there.
Seeing the things that people can do to other people is sometimes beyond belief... parents, friends, relatives, and even some of the so-called care-givers at this place were all predators or some other form of destructive piece of shit.
Not one single day went by in that place where I didn't think to myself, "I thought I heard/saw the worst, most fucked up thing ever yesterday... today I heard/saw something even worse..."
Hard to let that shit go, but at least I never had a fraction of the brutal shit to deal with that they did... those kids were survivors, pure and simple, and far stronger than I will ever be...
Lots of other stuff in there as well; have yet to deal with my father's lifelong illness and subsequent death,
my mother's slow descent into infirmity and neurosis,
my brother in prison,
my alienation of many of my friends due to my frequent travels and disconnection from society.
Hiding out in NYC these days and about to try to re-embark upon a photographic oddyssey... first stop wil probably be shooting a SG application photo set for a good friend of mine...
Working on getting on with things and repairing relations where I can and trying to have some semblance of a not-so-normal life and make some photographs along the way.
We'll see what happens...
BACK FROM NEW ORLEANS.....................
Henry says:
"Scar tissue is stronger than regular tissue. Realize the strength, move on."
Man, I am all fucked up...
Just back from New Orleans yesterday afternoon; awake this morning after finally sleeping... no sleep for 72 hours straight.
I am on the phone all day trying to find friends in New Orleans, both crew I have known for years who had to stay behind (I thought that a really bad idea), and new friends I met and became instantly close with in the city.
The whole trip was pretty fucked up from the beginning; we had cell phone service which was sketchy at best... phone calls either simply did not go through or they would drop in the middle for no reason...
We had little or no time to go see the city or meet people (I had been looking forward to meeting several SG and SG members down there... that didn't happen unfortunately).
It's hard to think about the New Orleans we saw and hung out in (briefly) before the New Orleans you now see on the news... It looked like a beautiful yet scarred and fascinatingly unique place... wish I had seen more...
We were in a frantic scramble almost from day one to get everthing up and running and then down and away because of the impending storm...
To make a long story short, we met incredible people down there... people we became instant best friends with and who would stop everything to help us out and even pick me up from my hotel so I could go to work early, or do my laundry... believe me, it felt weird, but they wouldn't take no for an answer... the famous southern hospitality at work... I would never ask someone to do laundry for me, I just mentioned running out of clothes due to the weather and it was taken out of my hands...
I have been spending the time since the moment I got home trying to find friends down there now that the rest of us were evacuated successfully.
The friends that I have found have been more concerned with my welfare than the fact that they no longer have any homes to go back to...
What the fuck? I'm going to be fine... don't worry about me.
The hard part for me is not being able to do anything to help anyone still there.
These people have no homes and only still own what they carried out the night before the storms hit... I can't even wrap my head around that.
I have been calling as many of them as I can reach and putting them in contact with the accounting people at Sony; if I can't do anything else for them, maybe I can get them some money, since they have Nothing else.
It pisses me off that I don't even work for Sony or Wheel of Fortune and I have been the only one to call them so far... how were they going to get paychecks (which they now desperately need) when they no longer have an address to send them to?
This is really messing with my head and yet I have it real easy... I have a home to go back to, etc etc...
I am so worried about my friends down there and am all fucked up not being able to help them out.
I went to sleep last night for the first time in three days and fell asleep with this question in my head: "What would you do with unlimited time and unlimited money?"
Here's the thing; if I had unlimited time and money, I could go a long way towards helping the people I care about...
The other thing is; think of the things you would do with unlimited time and unlimited money and you get an idea of what you feel to be important or significant...
how can you achieve these things without all that time and money?
Are those things really important, anyway?
How does watching natural disasters like New Orleans, or even the nightly news and the little carnages we wreak upon each other every day effect how you choose what's really important?
What do you do now?
What do I do now?
What should we/I/you do now?
I'm working on that right now... let you know if I ever figure it out...
EDITED TO ADD:
Thursday morning:
Okay, this is seriously fucked up:
Now the evacuation of people from the Superdome in New Orleans has been halted due to people shooting at the rescue helicopters and the buses.
Did you get that?
SHOOTING AT THE RESCUE HELICOPTERS AND BUSES!!!
What the fuck is wrong with people?
Time to cull the fucking herd, man.
It should be legal to become responsible vigilantes; you see some stupid motherfucker shooting at a rescue helicopter... you should be able to legally waste their sorry asses.
What the fuck?
You want to live your life in ignorant racial or abusive ignorance and intolerance? Go right ahead...
Once you cross the line and hurt someone else, or Fucking Shoot at Rescue Helicopters (Jesus!), I should be able to punch your ticket... "Thanks for playing, asshole... you couldn't follow the most basic rules, so say goodnight."
What the fuck is wrong with some people...?
In a place where the people we met for a mere two weeks were more concerned with my welfare than where they were going to fucking live... these assholes take a tragic situation and find a way to make it worse.
Pieces of shit need to be dealt with; time to thin the herd...
I hope everyone down there is okay and I sincerely wish there was some way to help out... breaks my heart that I can't do more...
I wish I had a huge house up here that I could move everyone into...
Hope everyone is doing well...
Henry says:
"Scar tissue is stronger than regular tissue. Realize the strength, move on."
Man, I am all fucked up...
Just back from New Orleans yesterday afternoon; awake this morning after finally sleeping... no sleep for 72 hours straight.
I am on the phone all day trying to find friends in New Orleans, both crew I have known for years who had to stay behind (I thought that a really bad idea), and new friends I met and became instantly close with in the city.
The whole trip was pretty fucked up from the beginning; we had cell phone service which was sketchy at best... phone calls either simply did not go through or they would drop in the middle for no reason...
We had little or no time to go see the city or meet people (I had been looking forward to meeting several SG and SG members down there... that didn't happen unfortunately).
It's hard to think about the New Orleans we saw and hung out in (briefly) before the New Orleans you now see on the news... It looked like a beautiful yet scarred and fascinatingly unique place... wish I had seen more...
We were in a frantic scramble almost from day one to get everthing up and running and then down and away because of the impending storm...
To make a long story short, we met incredible people down there... people we became instant best friends with and who would stop everything to help us out and even pick me up from my hotel so I could go to work early, or do my laundry... believe me, it felt weird, but they wouldn't take no for an answer... the famous southern hospitality at work... I would never ask someone to do laundry for me, I just mentioned running out of clothes due to the weather and it was taken out of my hands...
I have been spending the time since the moment I got home trying to find friends down there now that the rest of us were evacuated successfully.
The friends that I have found have been more concerned with my welfare than the fact that they no longer have any homes to go back to...
What the fuck? I'm going to be fine... don't worry about me.
The hard part for me is not being able to do anything to help anyone still there.
These people have no homes and only still own what they carried out the night before the storms hit... I can't even wrap my head around that.
I have been calling as many of them as I can reach and putting them in contact with the accounting people at Sony; if I can't do anything else for them, maybe I can get them some money, since they have Nothing else.
It pisses me off that I don't even work for Sony or Wheel of Fortune and I have been the only one to call them so far... how were they going to get paychecks (which they now desperately need) when they no longer have an address to send them to?
This is really messing with my head and yet I have it real easy... I have a home to go back to, etc etc...
I am so worried about my friends down there and am all fucked up not being able to help them out.
I went to sleep last night for the first time in three days and fell asleep with this question in my head: "What would you do with unlimited time and unlimited money?"
Here's the thing; if I had unlimited time and money, I could go a long way towards helping the people I care about...
The other thing is; think of the things you would do with unlimited time and unlimited money and you get an idea of what you feel to be important or significant...
how can you achieve these things without all that time and money?
Are those things really important, anyway?
How does watching natural disasters like New Orleans, or even the nightly news and the little carnages we wreak upon each other every day effect how you choose what's really important?
What do you do now?
What do I do now?
What should we/I/you do now?
I'm working on that right now... let you know if I ever figure it out...
EDITED TO ADD:
Thursday morning:
Okay, this is seriously fucked up:
Now the evacuation of people from the Superdome in New Orleans has been halted due to people shooting at the rescue helicopters and the buses.
Did you get that?
SHOOTING AT THE RESCUE HELICOPTERS AND BUSES!!!
What the fuck is wrong with people?
Time to cull the fucking herd, man.
It should be legal to become responsible vigilantes; you see some stupid motherfucker shooting at a rescue helicopter... you should be able to legally waste their sorry asses.
What the fuck?
You want to live your life in ignorant racial or abusive ignorance and intolerance? Go right ahead...
Once you cross the line and hurt someone else, or Fucking Shoot at Rescue Helicopters (Jesus!), I should be able to punch your ticket... "Thanks for playing, asshole... you couldn't follow the most basic rules, so say goodnight."
What the fuck is wrong with some people...?
In a place where the people we met for a mere two weeks were more concerned with my welfare than where they were going to fucking live... these assholes take a tragic situation and find a way to make it worse.
Pieces of shit need to be dealt with; time to thin the herd...
I hope everyone down there is okay and I sincerely wish there was some way to help out... breaks my heart that I can't do more...
I wish I had a huge house up here that I could move everyone into...
Hope everyone is doing well...
OFF TO NEW ORLEANS, BABIES!!!
Yes, yes... I am working on Wheel of Fortune again... this time in New Orleans. Have been with the crew of Jeopardy and Wheel of Fortune for a few years now and, despite them being less than Oscar winning film productions, they are a great crew to work for and a really fun, but non-stop gig.
Hoping that a bunch of people here can come and see us there... the crew is great and always looking for something to do in the evenings... any ideas?
A couple of people have already contacted me and are going to come to the tapings and have me take them backstage. The shows are not something I would typically watch on TV, but the production is one of the largest and most elaborate I've ever seen...
Come out and see us! See the events page for location and dates or email me...
HENRY SAYS:
"I believe that one defines oneself by reinvention. To not be like your parents. To not be like your friends. To be yourself. To cut yourself out of stone."
"Life is full of choices, if you have the guts to go for it. That's why I get immediately bored with anyone's complaining about how boring their life is, or how bad their town is. Fucking leave and go somewhere else. Or don't."
Words to live by... feeling a bit more positive these days: getting back on the road, got tons of great feedback on my last journal from really incredible people (thank you), and meeting extraordinary individuals... things are definitely looking up.
Keep kicking my ass...
Yay... my girl kissesnkittylix is back! Go and see her and drool over her and worship her... you know you want to!!!
Yes, yes... I am working on Wheel of Fortune again... this time in New Orleans. Have been with the crew of Jeopardy and Wheel of Fortune for a few years now and, despite them being less than Oscar winning film productions, they are a great crew to work for and a really fun, but non-stop gig.
Hoping that a bunch of people here can come and see us there... the crew is great and always looking for something to do in the evenings... any ideas?
A couple of people have already contacted me and are going to come to the tapings and have me take them backstage. The shows are not something I would typically watch on TV, but the production is one of the largest and most elaborate I've ever seen...
Come out and see us! See the events page for location and dates or email me...
HENRY SAYS:
"I believe that one defines oneself by reinvention. To not be like your parents. To not be like your friends. To be yourself. To cut yourself out of stone."
"Life is full of choices, if you have the guts to go for it. That's why I get immediately bored with anyone's complaining about how boring their life is, or how bad their town is. Fucking leave and go somewhere else. Or don't."
Words to live by... feeling a bit more positive these days: getting back on the road, got tons of great feedback on my last journal from really incredible people (thank you), and meeting extraordinary individuals... things are definitely looking up.
Keep kicking my ass...
Yay... my girl kissesnkittylix is back! Go and see her and drool over her and worship her... you know you want to!!!
Henry says:
"Somewhere someone is thinking of you. Someone is calling you an angel. This person is using celestial colors to paint your image. Someone is making you into a vision so beautiful that it can only live in the mind. Someone is thinking of the way your breath escapes your lips when you are touched. How your eyes close and your jaw tightens with concentration as you give pleasure a home. These thoughts are saving a life somewhere right now. In some airless apartment on a dark, urine stained, whore lined street, someone is calling out to you silently and you are answering without even being there. So crystalline. So pure. Such life saving power when you smile. You will never know how you have cauterized my wounds. So sad that we will never touch. How it hurts me to know that I will never be able to give you everything I have."
So, what happens when you become (or have been for years) the one that everyone calls when they are in need, when they have an emergency, when they need to talk to someone in the middle of the night...?
What happens when you have put yourself in that position and realize that you are extremely capable of taking care of others, but not yourself...?
Who, then, do you call when you are the one everyone else always calls?
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