A special wish of love and secret luck later this week from Chuckie for Steve.
This video makes me happy.
My man, my brother from another mother, and the beautiful and awesome human who makes my bro so happy. So many happy couples who genuinely like each other in our tribe; nope, that’s not coincidence. Like attracts like. So many friendships among us that travel many of those same roads. Except instead of making with the sex, we text about pooping. I may be projecting here.
Yes, I’m still going through photos. No, I’m not done yet. At least I’m not writing about race training! That starts again next weekend.
This picture makes me happy.
So, this one time Mary came to see my band play on a weeknight. That was pretty awesome.
So today, to show my appreciation, I went to visit her at work. Where’s my Friend of the Year award? It’s in the mail, right? I hope so.
Anyway. She’s so good at her job that she was able to complete my transaction in about 30 seconds and then chat with me for a few minutes - all the while making it look like she was still working. That was also pretty awesome.
She gave me new license plates and the letters make a word and the numbers are all odd so it’s absolutely perfect. That was totally awesome.
Mary, you guys: she’s awesome.
I made a new friend today! (at Polar Bear Plunge)
This makes me smile.
“I don’t understand why you are so sad about someone you know from the internet.”
You don’t need to know the whole conversation. But that was the last line of it, spoken by a coworker.
It didn’t matter to her that I had met Julie. She was still from the internet. And you know, it didn’t matter to me that I met Julie, either. I know and care for many people I have yet to meet.
It’s so very hard to explain the concept of internet friendships to people who don’t understand them, because they have a mindset that only allows them to see the internet as a thing; a source of information, Facebook games and pictures of kittens. What they don’t see is the communities that exist within. They don’t see the people.
Last week, Mike asked if we think of the internet as a thing or a place. The person who did not understand my grief for Julie would think of it as a thing.
But for me, and probably most of you, it is a place.
The internet is a bar, a living room, a kitchen table, an all night diner. It’s a gathering place where people meet to talk about sports and politics, about life and love, about music and art. It’s a place to tell jokes, to laugh, listen, learn and yes, love. We forge relationships in this place. We make friends. We meet people we intend to spend the rest of our lives with. We take those relationships and sometimes bring them into a physical space, meeting in groups or couples and when we do that, it always feels like we have just moved the conversation from one space to another. It doesn’t feel weird. It doesn’t feel different. It feels as right as talking to friends always feels.
The internet is a place. It is a hospital waiting room where we pace awaiting news of a birth. It is the pub next door to the funeral home where we gather to swap stories about someone who shared their life with us until the end. It is a graduation party, a wedding hall. It is a stadium where we all watch the same game at the same time, it is a convention center where we sit down to watch and talk about a Presidential speech. It is an auditorium where debates are held. It is a cafe after a movie opening.
It is, indeed, a place. And the people in this place are very real.
I lost a friend last night. It does not matter where or if I met her. It does not matter that the first time I ever saw her was in the hallway of a hotel in Chicago, where she was standing in the open door to her room in a robe, with a towel on her head and she recognized me and we hugged like old friends because we were. We were old friends. Before we even met.
Because the internet, it’s a place. Real people exist here. We make friendships. We start relationships. We share our pain, our joy, our happiness and sorrows. We make each other laugh, we help each other in times of need. Sometimes we travel to other states or countries to meet each other for beer and food and fun. But we never have to travel far to be with each other.
Because we are here. In this place. In this vast living room called the Internet.
This is not something you can explain to someone who sees the internet as a thing instead of a place.
At least I have somewhere to go where people understand.
I could not have said this better than Michele did; I know because I’ve tried.
I don’t have anything to add besides the fact that I look forward to finally meeting her when I visit NYC next weekend.
I need to reconnect with old friends as well as try to make some new ones.
This is Jake. You guys know Jake. What you don’t know is that Jake was bought for me by my best friend Lindsay (buy one get one free cat deal.) If it weren’t for Lindsay, there would be no Jake (well he’d exist, but he wouldn’t be on the internet with me. Plus he’d be going by his pound name “Dude” and there can only be one Dude.) Without Jake, I would’ve had nothing to tweet about, and nothing to tweet about means I wouldn’t have met any of you fine folk. What I’m saying is, I owe Lindsay for her friendship, for Jake and for you, and for all of the amazing things that have happened by having her in my life. Another thing I am saying is that my best friend Lindsay was just diagnosed with stage IV breast cancer. It’s a shock, and while I’m not (directly) asking for money, I am asking that you do a few things for me. Ladies and gentlemen, go get a breast exam, not from my current doctor who does not own a computer, does not know they exist, and who took my three page medical history by hand with a fountain pen (oh I wish I was joking), but from a real 2012 doctor. I am also asking you to stay in better touch with your loved ones. Lastly, I’m asking you to help me spread the word of this fundraiser my friend put together to help Lindsay get a wig made. (Lindsay has been keeping a blog of this whole experience and she says,“They say that its not the vanity of the hair, but just the normalcy that comes from looking at your self in the mirror and feeling like you are still you.” ) I can’t donate any hair because I don’t have enough, and because it’s not asking for any, but hey, remember when I chopped all of my hair off in 2009? Guess what I did with it. I Donated it to Locks of Love. I guess what I’m rambling about is, just live a good life. Not good in the “how are you?” “Good.” way, but as in, do good. Consider donating hair to Locks of Love, consider donating money to (breast) cancer research, consider donating blood, consider being a bone marrow donor, consider living a healthy life so that if someone you love is ever in a dire situation, there are ways you can help them that doesn’t involve money. Fuck, consider what would happen if you were even in need of help. This is all smashing together in a mess of thoughts and words, but what I’m saying is, fuck cancer, I love my Lindsay.
The first real connection I made with any of you crazy internet folk was Bailey. I love her (as I do all of you… though I REALLY love Jake) and that means I indirectly love who she loves and therefore I am reblogging this to lend my support. Maybe you could skip the Starbucks this weekend, or order one less cocktail, and then click the link above and donate the money you saved on beverages to a worthy cause.
“The Challenge of Making Friends as an Adult" - Alex Williams, NY Times, 7/13/2012
Appropriate timing for me on the publication of this article.
She said yes!
True love knows no borders. Congratulations to two of my favorite people.
You know, for a while I was kinda freaking out about turning 40, or rather I was worried about freaking out about turning 40. But now that it is almost here, I find myself not worried about it.
Here’s a picture of my face and my cute new phone case.
My best friend: let me show you her.
She has talked me down off more ledges over the past 3 years than anyone else in my life. Beautiful inside and out, she inspires me to be a better person and to make good decisions; I’ve got a lot of love for this woman. By the time I’m nearing 40 I’ll consider myself lucky if I’m even half as wise and graceful as her.
My next trip to DC will be in April to celebrate her 40th, and by then it will have been 5 months since we last saw each other in person (which I think might be the longest stretch since we first met for my 30th) and I’m really looking forward to seeing her (and a few of you) that weekend.
(Also, her family is pretty great, too.)
An old friend of mine and his wife recently spent two weeks kayaking and backpacking through the Alaskan wilderness. They did it with no guides and no paths, just two people exploring and surviving in one of the most pristine and naturally beautiful parts of North America. Also, bears.
John’s an incredible (professional) photographer (his photos often inspire me) and he’s just posted a truly breath taking Flickr set containing images from their journey, including descriptions of their travels.
I highly recommend you head over to his flickr to check them out. Start at the first picture and work your way through the trip to get a good feel for just how epic it was. It’s well worth your time. I apologize in advance if it leaves you feeling like you’re living a pretty pathetic life.
John’s very talented and a great guy to work with. I can’t recommend him enough if you’re looking to hire a photographer for just about anything: jkputnamphotography.com (He also has a Tumblr that he updates infrequently, follow him here: jkputnam.tumblr.com).
Few things are more annoying than when you’re talking to someone you’ve known for years and they refer to someone they have a relationshp with as “…my girlfriend…” or “…my brother…” or “…my dog…,” or whatever, instead of using their actual name.
- "I was out with my girlfriend and we saw a bird poop right on some kids head!"
- "My brother and I are planning a surprise party for my parents."
- "I took my dog out for a walk."
Oh? Your girlfriend? You mean Susie? The girl you’ve dated for 3 years and we hang out 4 times a week?
Wait. You’ve got a brother?! OH! Is that that “Jimmy” guy you’re always spending time with at Christmas? I thought you were just gay!
Is your dog the little four-legged thing you call “Roscoe?” Or is that your girlfriend?
If you’re someone who does this a lot, please stop It’s annoying and it makes you sound terribly condescending.
That Mary is the kind of friend who will drive over to Wegmans after you get back from lunch to tell you if she thinks the cashier you thought was cute is as young as you fear, and then confirm your fear, and then reassure you and tell you you’re not a creepy old dude even though you feel like you are.
Name Guillermo Esteves
Location Caracas, Venezuela
Signed up for Tumblr March 2007
Read and respected the world over, Guillermo Esteves is a talented web developer who posts about current events, web design, and technology. Elsewhere, he curates The Day in Photos, a fantastic current-events photoblog, and posts some of his amateur photography here. Born and raised in Caracas, he travels to meet fellow Tumblr users as often as he can.
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Woo! Go go gadget Guillermo!!!
Now, Tumblr peeps, what you should really do is: HIRE HIM. HIRE HIM and MOVE HIM TO NYC and then EVERYONE WINS!