Just watched Bully (why it took me so long, I don’t know).
Real talk here, if I were to go into a school as a non-educator would I get to go up to these punk kids and tell them to stop being a bunch of dicks?
More real talk, would I then get to go up to the kids who were bullied and just hug them the most? I just really want to hug them.
Cabin weekend. Chances of a giant snowstorm keeping us tucked away in Woodstock, a high possibility. Could be worse. See you in a few days, NYC.
Tonight was inspiring, rejuvenating, humbling, moving… just a real treat. Remind me to attend more alumni events where the average graduation year of the attendees falls somewhere between 1960 - 1970; where they look at you with such hope and you look at them with such respect.
Once a valiant, always a valiant.
be a better person. also learn how to play the banjo.
After months of self-pity/cursing/crying over the increased amount of hair I had been losing/had lost, I decided to stop being so ungrateful to even have something on my head to complain about and donate it. I went to Williamsburg (duh) with a photo of Lena Dunham (double duh) and told Tracy of High Horse Salon to go for it. And boy, was she on board.
I kind of wish I did it before Halloween. I could’ve gone as Demetri Martin or Alfalfa from the Little Rascals.
Even though I have had a mostly “hate” relationship w. my hair for over a year, I have a feeling it will help heal someone who needs it, as it’s helping to heal me that it’s no longer there. Starting over feels good.
Parts of Lindenhurst are underwater, but my house is safe. Parts of Queens were on fire, but my apartment is fine. No power at the office, have been home for the past week. Having Bon Iver-esque songs played on a banjo and watching The Mummy certainly made Monday night easier to weather.
I’ve fared very well during/after this storm, and I know that cannot be said for everyone. I’m feeling very fortunate and hope to lend a helping hand this weekend.