I miss you. I miss the world. I hope that when next we see each other we get to spend time together. Real time. Real talking… in the meantime, I hope this helps you know how much I miss you and helps you maybe know a little more about me.
I’ve been playing with Storyblocks as a source for media to make short films. This is based on a short story I wrote about my father.
Music by HILL. Stock Footage by StoryBlocks.
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I don’t know when you’ll read this. Maybe when you’re a teenager, creating a Facebook account as a novelty as your peers have moved on to some less archaic version of Social Media. Perhaps you’ll read this when you’re much older after I’ve shuffled off this fragile vessel of humanity and you’re going through my things, as I went through my own father’s things.
Maybe you’ll never read this, though I hope that you do.
I hope that this can serve you both to understand more about me, about who I am, and about what I’ve tried to…
Whenever I hire or find myself newly leading someone I tell them the important things they need to know about my management style and how I see my role as a leader:
Here it is — the meat. The most contentious bit of voting — WHO to vote for. Ballot initiatives are important, but not all that engaging. Who needs an initiative about the cost of kidney dialysis when you’ve got a Senate race to attend to?
Dianne Feinstein (D) vs. Kevin de León (D)
Six-year term. This seat will next be contested in 2024.
Who is Dianne Feinstein?
Senator Feinstein was originally elected to the US Senate in 1992. She’s the ranking member of the Senate Judiciary Committee. Prior to the Senate she was Mayor of San Francisco from 1978…
While I’m working this all of these propositions, I’m starting (presumably like the rest of you) with The California General Election Official Voter Information Guide.
For your information:
Election day is Tuesday, November 6, 2018
Polls are open from 7:00am to 8:00pm on Election Day
On page two of the Voting Guide is the Voter Bill of Rights in California. It’s worth a read to know what you can and cannot do regarding your vote.
Looking for your polling place? Click here.
So we’re all on the same page, let me establish a baseline of knowledge for us all to…
For a country that celebrates its freedom and democracy by shooting bombs into the sky just because we like the color of the explosions we also make it somewhat difficult to participate in said democracy. Whether it be the confusing fact that we vote on a Tuesday (a relic from our days pre-civil war as an agrarian society), or that in many places the local Governments are actively trying (as an election strategy) to make voting harder, American elections are fraught with obstacles that have been highly effective as stymying the vote. …
The sound was so different than everything I’d ever heard in television or movies.
I anticipated a cinematic thunderclap; a cacophony of explosions accompanied with clicks and twangs.
The reality was a fiendishly loud series of pops. I’d say it was anti-climactic, from a purely acoustic point of view.
The theoretical limit to measurable sound is 194 decibels at an atmospheric pressure of one. That is to say that if you’re roughly at sea level, some noise producing event can only achieve that specific decibel level before the sound waves themselves alter the atmospheric pressure of the area. …
There is this moment,
A moment found in the eastern hemisphere of the period that is preceded by the simple words “the end.”
For that moment, It doesn’t seem to matter the size of the font,
It doesn’t seem to matter what the seventy-thousand words prior to that period are.
What matters is my right ring finger, on instruction from my brain, but more on instruction from my heart, finds itself poised on the key, and with more pomp that that finger normally receives, it is asked to thunderously hammer a small round dot to the end of an adventure.
On the train to the city… the same thing I was doing 16 years ago. We just arrived at Suisun Station. This is where I got off and waited for two or so hours while they inspected all the trains to ensure they were safe. I made it home just in time to watch the first tower fall.
Until Brian called me to tell me what was going on, I didn’t know. My dad had called and left me a voicemail early in the morning telling me he loved me and hoping I was okay. …
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