Tumbling Backwards

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There was a whole lot of joy at the 2014 Boston Marathon.

The Commonwealth Ave/Massachusetts Avenue underpass became the Tunnel of Love.

Apr 7

Still Alive Rubens Tube

Perfect end to a long day.

Apr 1

The new bionics

This year on the first anniversary of last year’s marathon, watch this instead of re-runs of the evil.

Feb 2
Flaming Astronaut by Tom Stohlman on Flickr.
The perils of re-entry.
This piece of public art is no longer visible, mostly because the wall no longer exists.

Flaming Astronaut by Tom Stohlman on Flickr.

The perils of re-entry.

This piece of public art is no longer visible, mostly because the wall no longer exists.

Cold Embrace

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In most of the United States, over the past few days, you’ve had the chance to experience the sort of cold that takes my breath away and makes me feel alive.

I usually climb up into the mountains to seek out this thrill.  My very first YouTube video was a photo montage of a hike up Mount Eisenhower in New Hampshire’s Presidential Range.  For me, the worst it’s ever been up there was -25 of and 45 mph winds.  It’s a cold which the National Weather Service rates as a 5 minute “Frostbite Time”.  I assure you it’s faster than that.

If you’re not prepared it can hit you pretty hard.

I took a walk into Harvard Square this afternoon and began to notice just how hard it was hitting the unprepared.  Thin clothing and alcohol had put one of us down in front of the Coop.  The ambulance was there and he would soon be inside the warm metal womb.  I hoped he was just passed out and could warm up again and then I went down into the subway to catch a 15 minute ride into Boston.

On the crowded train another one of us with thicker clothing and alcohol slumped in his seat and called out for help.  Riders, mostly young, helped in a variety of ways.  Cells called 911, red emergency intercom buttons were pushed, and I crouched to his worried face and told him help was on the way.

At first he sagged in an uncomfortable tilt, not quite sure if he wanted to lie on the seat, so I sat down next to him, grabbed him around the shoulder and propped him against my chest.  He said he was not feeling right, having a bit of anxiety.  I told him I was there and help was coming soon.  He said he was a Marine and had been to Beirut and Afghanistan and his brogue said he was also from Ireland.  And we talked about all of the Isle, both north (his family) and south (mine), and maybe too much drink brought him back to his Beirut and his brother was coming to visit him at the Pine Street Inn and it was so cold outside and he was scared and though he needed an ambulance.  And I hugged him and patted his arm and told him I was there and help was on the way.

And then we were at the next stop and we helped him off and I sat with him a little longer, holding him with arm and words until the EMS came and I told him help was there, and so was my train.  And I thought about how fortunate I was and of winter hiking with my friends and depending on each other in the mountain’s cold embrace. 

PS If you’d like to virtually hike with me, watch these YouTube videos:

Little Haystack Mountain via Falling Water

and

Mount Chocorua

Aug 7

John Green's tumblr: Things That Should Go Without Saying But Apparently Don't So I'm Gonna Say Them

fishingboatproceeds:

(I’m not linking to any of the videos that have surfaced in the last 24 hours of young men talking about “how to pick up girls at Vidcon,” because I don’t want to give them traffic and ad revenue. If you happen to come across these videos, I hope you’ll join me in reporting the videos as violating…

Well said, and well, sad.

Aug 7
My Favorite Vidcon 2013 Moment

That moment happened over and over again when I got to look onebody in the eyes and smile.  Sometimes they were somebodies (Hank and John* and Emily and Vi and Abe Earl & Parents, and Julia and Elmify’s Mom (well, okay, Elmify too)).   Sometimes they were oldbodies (Jess and Mike and Brent and JoJo and Tiff and Orlando and Julie and Bobby and Mia and Monica and Rosie and and Carver and Jennie and Rebecca and Adam and Steve and Julie and Martha and Katherine and Adam and Todd).  But mostly they were new bodies (Ute and Katharine and Calvin and Tim and Stuart and Anis and Malin and Felix and Tony and Carlos and Harry and Ashley and Daniel and Brooke and Sara and  and Chrisia and T-T-Tay-Tay and Chellie and Barry and Lizz and Saladsister3) and those who I can’t find on Facebook and whose smiles are all I remember (my Orabrush Box Blood Sister** and her bud come to mind and several others who just lit up my day).

While signings and seminars and screaming fanpeeps swirled around in the background it will always be the IRL smiles which make Vidcon and volunteering special.  It was one long favorite moment.

In other news, after a sold-out*** performance (see photo above) as Romeo in Willy S’s classic Romeo and Juliet on the Expo Stage, I think I am ready for the big screen.  Tall, blue-eyed, I know someone named Lidewij and I have a hard crunchy exterior with sweet gooey insides.

I am Peter Van Houten****. 

* I miss John’s hug.

**Of the dozens of baggers and tens of thousands of potential paper cutting items, we both managed to get sliced and diced by the same Ora Brush box.

***Sold-out means there were no tickets left, right?  Photo by Ute Orgassa, Juliet by Tim, Nurse and Yonder Blessed Moon by Katharine.

****Call my agent if you are interested.

My Favorite Vidcon 2013 Moment

That moment happened over and over again when I got to look onebody in the eyes and smile.  Sometimes they were somebodies (Hank and John* and Emily and Vi and Abe Earl & Parents, and Julia and Elmify’s Mom (well, okay, Elmify too)).   Sometimes they were oldbodies (Jess and Mike and Brent and JoJo and Tiff and Orlando and Julie and Bobby and Mia and Monica and Rosie and and Carver and Jennie and Rebecca and Adam and Steve and Julie and Martha and Katherine and Adam and Todd).  But mostly they were new bodies (Ute and Katharine and Calvin and Tim and Stuart and Anis and Malin and Felix and Tony and Carlos and Harry and Ashley and Daniel and Brooke and Sara and  and Chrisia and T-T-Tay-Tay and Chellie and Barry and Lizz and Saladsister3) and those who I can’t find on Facebook and whose smiles are all I remember (my Orabrush Box Blood Sister** and her bud come to mind and several others who just lit up my day).

While signings and seminars and screaming fanpeeps swirled around in the background it will always be the IRL smiles which make Vidcon and volunteering special.  It was one long favorite moment.

In other news, after a sold-out*** performance (see photo above) as Romeo in Willy S’s classic Romeo and Juliet on the Expo Stage, I think I am ready for the big screen.  Tall, blue-eyed, I know someone named Lidewij and I have a hard crunchy exterior with sweet gooey insides.

I am Peter Van Houten****. 

* I miss John’s hug.

**Of the dozens of baggers and tens of thousands of potential paper cutting items, we both managed to get sliced and diced by the same Ora Brush box.

***Sold-out means there were no tickets left, right?  Photo by Ute Orgassa, Juliet by Tim, Nurse and Yonder Blessed Moon by Katharine.

****Call my agent if you are interested.

Aug 2
Lean on me

United Flight 1051 from Boston to Denver took 15 minutes to bank hard right over Iowa and land in Minneapolis-Saint Paul International Airport. We parked at a safe spot just off the runway where a rescue ambulance waited.

The EMTs came in the front cabin door, slipping on thin blue disposable gloves as they hurried to the rear of the cabin.  There they proceeded to pound away at an 80 year old chest while trying to find a vein for saline and whatever else might help the heart inside. 

Amid the bustle of half a dozen EMTs, a Denver bound cardiologist and emergency room physician, and two flight attendants, I could just see a black stocking foot lying still on the floor just past the lavatory door, resting against the cabinets of the rear galley.  And then everyone was still.  The crowd left and we all waited for the medical examiner to verify his death.

Let me tell you a little about his life. It was 2 1/2 hours into a four hour flight.  He was going to visit Bozeman, MT and traveling alone in a tubeful of strangers. He had a gin and tonic, maybe two, and was feeling a little queasy.  He was sitting in Row 31 and began to make his way back to the restrooms in the rear. The plane was jumping side to side, up and down, in the growing midwestern thunderstorms.  The captain had turned on the seatbelt light and asked everyone to stay seated.  A stewardess led him down the aisle, alternating between holding his hands and resting them on top of the passing seats.

By the time he got to Row 35, where we were sitting, he was having a hard time putting one foot in front of the other. He wobbled, stared hard in the distance, and the stewardess asked for help.  A passenger in the aisle seat sprang up to give him room to sit and catch his breath.  In the seat next to him, Kate put her hands on his shoulders  as he leaned back and rested.

And rested, he got back up and made it to the lavatory and a few minutes later it was announced that any medical professionals should press their call buttons. Five lights lit up and two MDs quickly made their way to help.

The last thing he lived was the kindness of others and a gentle hand on his back saying lean on me.

Lean on me

United Flight 1051 from Boston to Denver took 15 minutes to bank hard right over Iowa and land in Minneapolis-Saint Paul International Airport. We parked at a safe spot just off the runway where a rescue ambulance waited.

The EMTs came in the front cabin door, slipping on thin blue disposable gloves as they hurried to the rear of the cabin. There they proceeded to pound away at an 80 year old chest while trying to find a vein for saline and whatever else might help the heart inside.

Amid the bustle of half a dozen EMTs, a Denver bound cardiologist and emergency room physician, and two flight attendants, I could just see a black stocking foot lying still on the floor just past the lavatory door, resting against the cabinets of the rear galley. And then everyone was still. The crowd left and we all waited for the medical examiner to verify his death.

Let me tell you a little about his life. It was 2 1/2 hours into a four hour flight. He was going to visit Bozeman, MT and traveling alone in a tubeful of strangers. He had a gin and tonic, maybe two, and was feeling a little queasy. He was sitting in Row 31 and began to make his way back to the restrooms in the rear. The plane was jumping side to side, up and down, in the growing midwestern thunderstorms. The captain had turned on the seatbelt light and asked everyone to stay seated. A stewardess led him down the aisle, alternating between holding his hands and resting them on top of the passing seats.

By the time he got to Row 35, where we were sitting, he was having a hard time putting one foot in front of the other. He wobbled, stared hard in the distance, and the stewardess asked for help. A passenger in the aisle seat sprang up to give him room to sit and catch his breath. In the seat next to him, Kate put her hands on his shoulders as he leaned back and rested.

And rested, he got back up and made it to the lavatory and a few minutes later it was announced that any medical professionals should press their call buttons. Five lights lit up and two MDs quickly made their way to help.

The last thing he lived was the kindness of others and a gentle hand on his back saying lean on me.

Common Days for Lovemaking Corrected!

molly23:

namlhots:

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In my last chart, I forgot to account for the fact that February doesn’t ever have 30 days.

I tumble corrected.

Look at all those Scorpios and Sagittariuses clustered up at the end of the year.

And I’m not just president of Conceived On Valentine’s Day Club… I’m also a member.

Coulton should seriously consider changing his song to “First of October”.

Common Days for Lovemaking Corrected!

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In my last chart, I forgot to account for the fact that February doesn’t ever have 30 days.

I tumble corrected.

Original Chart:

http://laughingsquid.com/how-common-is-your-birthday-a-chart-of-birth-date-frequencies/