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I'm thinking that most of us took a lot of photos this holiday weekend, so I suggest that we all backup our computers tonight. I try to be optimistic, though when it comes to technology - unfortunately, it's not whether or not your hard drive will fail, it's simply a matter of when.
(via katie schenk)
The only shitty part about being down the shore was missing last night’s display over the Hudson.
I was just hit by a car while rollerblading!?
Other than the fact that every hair on body is still standing up a half hour later, I think I’m completely ok. I rarely dramatize events in my life as far as I know, so for just a moment believe me that these words don’t come close to describing the events just now. While skating tight on the right curb of a two way street (backwards I admit) in conversation with my friend Mike, who was jogging facing me, an oncoming car doing about 20 mph veered all the way on to our side of the road and hit me. I saw it at the last second and jumped, knowing I’d be under the car if not so I first hit the hood then slammed into the windshield. It was very obviously the drivers fault, and she apologized extensively, was in shock herself, and she recognized that if it were a child she would have killed the kid. Every person that came running over to see if I was alright agreed. I share this simply to remind us all, on bike, blades, or whatever - to watch out for the “other guy”!! And for all of us to continue to have a safe summer.
Pablo, by Shepard Fairey.
I attended Pablo’s funeral yesterday, and had the honor of visiting the Castelaz’s home, where Jeff showed us beautiful photographs, told us stories, and even took us into Pablo’s bedroom, where the art the six-year-old had collected from restaraunts and galleries and street artists hung on the walls. The love and courage and strength that flowed through Jeff, Jo Ann and Grady (Pablo’s older brother) were wrenchingly beautiful; of the hundreds who attended - some of whom had never met the Castelazes - not one person left without wondering how they could improve their lives and contribute to the happiness of those around them.
* A few words from Shepard’s site.
