on the way home from the airport.
playing outside.
long day. peac0rz.
Friday, July 31, 2009
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
renovation: doors.
metaphorical?
or just the most exciting thing that could happen on a tuesday morning on long island?
Monday, July 27, 2009
film shootout.
Winner of the 72 Hour Film Shootout (& my favorite one), which a friend of mine told me about.
Here's one that I found amusing:
(And my apartment has the same moon lamp too. Woot.)
The top four are enjoyable; most of the rest are more painful than anything else (granted, I didn't watch every single one). Some are really well-shot and beautifully done, but the plots are really, really lacking. Though the worst one of the lot did crack me up for a good few minutes...it was so horrifically bad that I couldn't stop laughing...mostly at Doug shouting "WTF IS GOING ON!?!" while watching it.
Saturday, July 25, 2009
a day in the life of a boy.
wake up at 4am & go for a drive.
watch the sunrise with good company.
spit on a nation of ants.
massacre said nation of ants with saliva.
see sunrise through cloudy sky.
hunting for gold on beach, optional.
watch girl frolic in waves.
take a walk on the boardwalk.
pee under the boardwalk.
throw water from water fountain on friend who is peeing under boardwalk.
drive home.
eat continental breakfast.
go to friend's apartment & lounge.
gchat, optional.
mac&cheese for lunch/dinner.
watch bad comedy, play poker, drink, laugh, take care of dog.
sleep & repeat.
green street & malado: public assembly.
Speaking of good shows, Green Street and Malado are doing another dynamic duo performance at Public Assembly (formerly known as Galapagos gallery) over in Williamsburg, Brooklyn next Friday (July 31st).
Doors open at 7pm; $5 before 8:30pm; 21+ & happy hour.
Performing with Y LUV.
And for those of you who love Boston, they'll be at the Lily Pad on August 7th. More details and tour dates to come on their blog.
Friday, July 24, 2009
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
green street & malado: webster hall.
Green Street & Malado Rock Webster Hall from Elijah Adamson on Vimeo.
Sadly, I was out of the country but I heard this was quite the show...and from the looks of this video, I'd have to concur. Plus, let's not forget the amazing reviews (and just to throw it in, no selling of drugs has ever occurred amongst the original members of GS, despite the article's implications, lawlz).
Don't forget to download their album (for free!) here.
Rumor has it that the boys of Green Street Records will be going on tour soon? Stay tuned, kids...
social creatures.
sometimes i wonder why it is God created us with this need for other people.
and even more specifically, why is it that we often feel like we need that one other person?
but for some of us, there may never be another person?
and even more specifically, why is it that we often feel like we need that one other person?
but for some of us, there may never be another person?
Monday, July 20, 2009
Saturday, July 18, 2009
Thursday, July 2, 2009
walk with a purpose.
[I wrote this in my journal a number of months ago but felt like sharing again]
26 october 2008
So earlier today, I attended Gulu Walk 2008, a march from downtown Manhattan to the front of the United Nations, to bring awareness to the 22-year war in Northern Uganda and the child soldiers that are plagued by it. 'Twas a fun and really great experience, but there was one thing in particular that struck me this afternoon.
We gathered at 12pm in Washington Square Park, where we had two speakers before we began the walk -- a man who was born and raised in Gulu, Uganda before he came here to become a lawyer, and Melissa Fitzgerald from The West Wing.
When Melissa was speaking, she mentioned how she worked with 14 teenagers in an internally displaced persons camp in Gulu. Before she left, one of the boys asked her for a favor. He didn't ask for money or food or a ticket to America, but he asked her for a book. I waited in anticipation, hoping that Melissa would say that he had asked for a Bible. Instead, he said he wanted a book on Gandhi. He said how he had heard that Gandhi was a great man of peace, and in all the war and suffering that this teenager had seen in his country, he wanted to one day become a man of peace as well.
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Most people know that I am a huge Gandhi fan. Gandhi is my boy. I love him like crazy. But I couldn't help but think, why hadn't the boy asked for a book on Jesus? I thought Melissa was going to say that that one, single book that he asked for was the Bible because he had heard of great stories from it about hope and peace. I don't know exactly why he didn't ask for anything about Jesus and I can't even say if he does or does not know if such a book exists, but my mind did wander to the thought that maybe he doesn't know Jesus. Maybe he's one of those 2 billion in the world who have never heard of this name before. And I became pained a bit. Then a worse thought occurred -- what if he had heard of him before but we, as Christians, have not portrayed him very well so that other leaders of peace and revival, such as Gandhi, seem to be a better model or answer to look towards? Regardless of whether he has heard or not, the point is that he didn't say anything about Jesus.
And when those present today heard this story about this boy looking to Gandhi and desiring to be more like him, they were touched at how influential this man was in this boy's life. People nodded, people applauded, people teared up.
We aren't doing enough of whatever it is we are meant to do as Christians.
26 october 2008
So earlier today, I attended Gulu Walk 2008, a march from downtown Manhattan to the front of the United Nations, to bring awareness to the 22-year war in Northern Uganda and the child soldiers that are plagued by it. 'Twas a fun and really great experience, but there was one thing in particular that struck me this afternoon.We gathered at 12pm in Washington Square Park, where we had two speakers before we began the walk -- a man who was born and raised in Gulu, Uganda before he came here to become a lawyer, and Melissa Fitzgerald from The West Wing.
When Melissa was speaking, she mentioned how she worked with 14 teenagers in an internally displaced persons camp in Gulu. Before she left, one of the boys asked her for a favor. He didn't ask for money or food or a ticket to America, but he asked her for a book. I waited in anticipation, hoping that Melissa would say that he had asked for a Bible. Instead, he said he wanted a book on Gandhi. He said how he had heard that Gandhi was a great man of peace, and in all the war and suffering that this teenager had seen in his country, he wanted to one day become a man of peace as well.
Most people know that I am a huge Gandhi fan. Gandhi is my boy. I love him like crazy. But I couldn't help but think, why hadn't the boy asked for a book on Jesus? I thought Melissa was going to say that that one, single book that he asked for was the Bible because he had heard of great stories from it about hope and peace. I don't know exactly why he didn't ask for anything about Jesus and I can't even say if he does or does not know if such a book exists, but my mind did wander to the thought that maybe he doesn't know Jesus. Maybe he's one of those 2 billion in the world who have never heard of this name before. And I became pained a bit. Then a worse thought occurred -- what if he had heard of him before but we, as Christians, have not portrayed him very well so that other leaders of peace and revival, such as Gandhi, seem to be a better model or answer to look towards? Regardless of whether he has heard or not, the point is that he didn't say anything about Jesus.And when those present today heard this story about this boy looking to Gandhi and desiring to be more like him, they were touched at how influential this man was in this boy's life. People nodded, people applauded, people teared up.
We aren't doing enough of whatever it is we are meant to do as Christians.
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
blast from my past.
I was looking through my closet the other day, trying to find a Jansport-type backpack for my next trip in a few days (I have a strong feeling that I dumped it shortly after returning from the Peruvian jungles...) Inside, I found a big black garbage bag...and in that, I found my elementary school years.
Initially, I was going to post them all up at once but I do care about my fellow blog readers and their eyesight so I think I'll post only a few for now (there's a lot of color and a lot of ugly about to occur) and save the rest for other times.
The first things I pulled out were old school t-shirts. On the left is my elementary school shirt with it's phrase "Discover a Whole New World" hahah. On the right is one of the shirts my mom & I painted. We used to make t-shirt designs a lot with fabric paint. Bt-dubs, the clouds above the dino glow in the dark (still!)
One of my friends in elementary school decided she wanted to do painted t-shirts at one of her birthday parties. I remember working so hard on this one and after I had finished, I looked up and saw that all the other girls had decorated their shirts with their names fluffily written or oddly drawn pictures of cats. The birthday girl's mom appreciated my shirt at least...or so I think she did when she said, "Oh, honey, that's...nice."
I made t-shirts even in high school though. Flashback to old pictures:
Tribute to my darling Priscilla & the Adam Brody, 7 years ago.
My AP Bio t-shirt, 6 years ago. Quote from Kahlil Gibran too (you like that, huh).
I used to decorate hats too, in addition to t-shirts. the purple and the rainbow/white one were decorated by me but the green-printed white one was a gift in elementary school -- we took them around our classes and had people sign them.
Look at one of the signatures on it (if this were Facebook, this is where I'd tag her):
Isn't that precious.
Initially, I was going to post them all up at once but I do care about my fellow blog readers and their eyesight so I think I'll post only a few for now (there's a lot of color and a lot of ugly about to occur) and save the rest for other times.
The first things I pulled out were old school t-shirts. On the left is my elementary school shirt with it's phrase "Discover a Whole New World" hahah. On the right is one of the shirts my mom & I painted. We used to make t-shirt designs a lot with fabric paint. Bt-dubs, the clouds above the dino glow in the dark (still!)
One of my friends in elementary school decided she wanted to do painted t-shirts at one of her birthday parties. I remember working so hard on this one and after I had finished, I looked up and saw that all the other girls had decorated their shirts with their names fluffily written or oddly drawn pictures of cats. The birthday girl's mom appreciated my shirt at least...or so I think she did when she said, "Oh, honey, that's...nice."
I made t-shirts even in high school though. Flashback to old pictures:
Tribute to my darling Priscilla & the Adam Brody, 7 years ago.
My AP Bio t-shirt, 6 years ago. Quote from Kahlil Gibran too (you like that, huh).
I used to decorate hats too, in addition to t-shirts. the purple and the rainbow/white one were decorated by me but the green-printed white one was a gift in elementary school -- we took them around our classes and had people sign them.
Look at one of the signatures on it (if this were Facebook, this is where I'd tag her):
Isn't that precious.
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