|come see me talk and show pretty pixtures!
||[Jan. 19th, 2010|10:56 pm]
|||||andy guthrie: you'll be king||]|
I'm going to be talking, showing photos, and signing stuff this Friday in Philly:
Friday, January 22, 2010 at 7:30 PM.
at The Moonstone Arts Center.
110 A S. 13th Street, Philadelphia, PA
conveniently located at 13th and Sansom Streets
in the heart of Center City Philadelphia.
Signing will immediately follow the event.
There will probably be dinner fun and carousing afterwards, so plan your evening accordingly.
I have a bifurcated slide show that covers behind-the-scenes stuff from Who Killed Amanda Palmer and also slides from the current project Where I Write.
Includes bunches of never-before-seen outtakes -- seriously never been seen because I'm just going through folders of photos of us goofing off for the first time.
In other news:
Two of my photos of Poe scholar Ed Pettit are up on the tor.com blog. One of them was taken in Edgar Allan Poe's bedroom. Woohoo.
Carl the Intern Monkey has taken three boxes of A Bunny Named Swine to the post office over the last few days. I've heard they're already arriving in Europe. Whee!
I've got an article in the new issue of Videomaker magazine.
Most importantly, our house wasn't knocked down in an earthquake, we're not living in the street, water comes from the taps, the cats are safe and we have food. I often feel really lucky, but lately doubly so. Everything seems insignificant in the shadow of being buried alive in a pile of rubble. Appreciate your day today.
And I hope to see you on Friday.
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Thank you for always mentioning that life should be about your perspective on it.
Three hours of yesterday forever changed the perspective on anything I will ever do or experience in my life. My five year old daughter had surgery. There were complications with life altering results. There is nothing like feeling so completely utterly helpless to do anything about your child's safety and well being. What was just as bad was seeing the tears in my partners eyes and not even being able to reach out to him, because I couldn't get past my own grief and fear as a mother bear who wanted to rage and protect her child.
This afternoon when we made the long drive home with our daughter through mudslides, flooding, and down pouring rain nothing could dampen our spirits. I hurt all over and I'm so exhausted. But dammit we're alive! Our house is still here! We had incredible medical care! And people literally around the world praying for us.
Today, right now, life is fucking AWESOME. And from here on out whenever something comes our way I'll think of those three hours when my kid was fighting the good fight and I was loosing my shit as only a mom can and know that after this every little moment is worth savoring.
I had to laugh and smile last night when my daughter asked for some Nine Inch Nails, chai tea, and cheerios instead of morphine. If more people could find the goodness in a damn fine cup of tea, good music, and life's little comforts I think they'd have a better perspective on everything. My heart remains with the mothers and fathers of Haiti. May they find hope in the tiny rays of light that are the remaining children of the amazing land that is Haiti. They have been shaken and broken, but they will move on. They are now a huge symbol of hope to many.
My heart goes out to you and your daughter. As the mother - my 'baby' is now 43 - you never lose those feelings of rage and frustration that flood through you when your little one is in danger. I'm just happy for you that she is OK now.
I'm glad your daughter is doing well. It's so hard to be in that situation.