Boston: Our City, Our Marathon

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On Patriots Day 2004, as we had done many times before, a small group of friends and I went to watch the Boston Marathon as it ran near our houses down Comm. Ave in Newton. I distinctly remember it being one of the first real, warm bright days of spring in Boston that year. We were 13-14 years old, didn’t have school and were finally considered old and mature enough to walk down to the course by ourselves. We stood in the crowd cheering the runners, holding out our hands and slapping them five as they ran by. At one point, a particularly fearless and silly friend in the group ducked the barrier and sprinted a few hundred yards down the course with the runners before getting winded and being grabbed and politely asked to get off the track by a volunteer. As he was escorted off, we heard a few runners chuckling as they ran and told him not to hurt himself. We asked our friend why he had done that, and he merely shrugged and said he wanted to be able to say that he had run the marathon, or at least a (very very small) part of it. After a while, we hopped on the T and made our way through the massive crowd to the finish line to cheer on the runners as they completed their Herculean feat. We got the timing right and even got to see some of the runners we had seen back in Newton cross. It was a fun, warm, carefree day. The Red Sox had beaten the Yankees earlier, the countdown to the end of the school year was on, and we were a bunch of kids celebrating with the rest of our city.

            I’ve since moved away from my hometown and haven’t been back to the Marathon since, but every year in mid-April, I find myself drifting back to the memory of that day. This year, now living in Los Angeles and feeling particularly homesick, I was following the marathon closely and reminiscing about my last marathon day quite a bit. When everything went down and the news started coming in, I had never felt farther from my home or the memory from all those years ago.

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Reblogging the essay I wrote after the bombings last year in honor of the one year anniversary. Happy to be home in Boston today. Happier still to see that my fear of the marathon becoming corrupted didn’t come true and instead Boston Strong became a symbol of unity and strength in the past year.

This is our fucking city.

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BB Ending

"Pinkman…Pinkman? Pinkman!"
Badger jabbing Jesse in the ribs finally knocked him awake.
“Sorry dude, you were snoring.” Badger said sheepishly as Jesse sat up and stretched, shaking himself awake.

"I’m sorry you find my chemistry so boring, Mr. Pinkman" said Mr. White from the front of the classroom.

"Hey, no problem Mister White." Jesse smirked drawing snickers from around the room.

Mr. White went back to droning in his boring-ass old man voice about some old scientist named Heisenberg or something, who even cared?

Seriously, that guy was such a tool. Up there in his green polyester shirt and cheap looking khakis and 1980’s mustache. Had that dude ever been laid in his life? If he didn’t need a passing grade in chemistry to be able to graduate, Jesse would have bailed on this class weeks ago.

Jesse sat back and rubbed his eyes, he’d been in the middle of some pretty intense dream when Badger had woken him up but it was already starting to fade. What was it? Something about an RV in the Desert? Him and Mr. White in his underwear? Blue crystals? Neo Nazis?

Jesse shook his head. Whatever it was, it was gone now.

As he stared ahead at the tool at the front of class, he was suddenly overcome with the unshakeable thought that Mr. White might actually look really bad-ass with a shaved head…

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1 year in LA

As of 1:55pm PST, I’ll have been in Los Angeles for a year.

It seems somewhat fitting that it happens on the eve of Yom Kippur as it gives me a time to pause and reflect on myself and the year that’s past.

I can honestly say this has been the toughest, most frustrating, exciting, creatively challenging, invigorating year of my life.

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DON’T GIVE UP!

DON’T YOU GIVE UP! 

THINK OF ALL THE PEOPLE CHEERING YOU ON!

(For anyone in need of some real truth motivation.)

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Boston: Our City, Our Marathon

On Patriots Day 2004, as we had done many times before, a small group of friends and I went to watch the Boston Marathon as it ran near our houses down Comm. Ave in Newton. I distinctly remember it being one of the first real, warm bright days of spring in Boston that year. We were 13-14 years old, didn’t have school and were finally considered old and mature enough to walk down to the course by ourselves. We stood in the crowd cheering the runners, holding out our hands and slapping them five as they ran by. At one point, a particularly fearless and silly friend in the group ducked the barrier and sprinted a few hundred yards down the course with the runners before getting winded and being grabbed and politely asked to get off the track by a volunteer. As he was escorted off, we heard a few runners chuckling as they ran and told him not to hurt himself. We asked our friend why he had done that, and he merely shrugged and said he wanted to be able to say that he had run the marathon, or at least a (very very small) part of it. After a while, we hopped on the T and made our way through the massive crowd to the finish line to cheer on the runners as they completed their Herculean feat. We got the timing right and even got to see some of the runners we had seen back in Newton cross. It was a fun, warm, carefree day. The Red Sox had beaten the Yankees earlier, the countdown to the end of the school year was on, and we were a bunch of kids celebrating with the rest of our city.

            I’ve since moved away from my hometown and haven’t been back to the Marathon since, but every year in mid-April, I find myself drifting back to the memory of that day. This year, now living in Los Angeles and feeling particularly homesick, I was following the marathon closely and reminiscing about my last marathon day quite a bit. When everything went down and the news started coming in, I had never felt farther from my home or the memory from all those years ago.

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Boston. Fucking horrible.

I remember, when 9/11 went down, my reaction was, “Well, I’ve had it with humanity.”

But I was wrong. I don’t know what’s going to be revealed to be behind all of this mayhem. One human insect or a poisonous mass of broken sociopaths.

But here’s what I DO know. If it’s one person or a HUNDRED people, that number is not even a fraction of a fraction of a fraction of a percent of the population on this planet. You watch the videos of the carnage and there are people running TOWARDS the destruction to help out. (Thanks FAKE Gallery founder and owner Paul Kozlowski for pointing this out to me). This is a giant planet and we’re lucky to live on it but there are prices and penalties incurred for the daily miracle of existence. One of them is, every once in awhile, the wiring of a tiny sliver of the species gets snarled and they’re pointed towards darkness.

But the vast majority stands against that darkness and, like white blood cells attacking a virus, they dilute and weaken and eventually wash away the evil doers and, more importantly, the damage they wreak. This is beyond religion or creed or nation. We would not be here if humanity were inherently evil. We’d have eaten ourselves alive long ago.

So when you spot violence, or bigotry, or intolerance or fear or just garden-variety misogyny, hatred or ignorance, just look it in the eye and think, “The good outnumber you, and we always will.”

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— Patton Oswalt (via singingkanaya)

Great Perspective on a truly terrible thing.

(Source: reverberatingowl)

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In honor of Easter and Passover, here is a religiously themed comic I drew based on a recent 1am conversation I had that got real deep and real spiritual. Think about it, this stuff is deep.

In honor of Easter and Passover, here is a religiously themed comic I drew based on a recent 1am conversation I had that got real deep and real spiritual. Think about it, this stuff is deep.

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I don’t want to freak everybody out… but it looks like I’m about to become a twenty millionaire. And all I have to do is send in a $2000 processing fee! 
Thanks long lost cousin Robert Adler!

I don’t want to freak everybody out… but it looks like I’m about to become a twenty millionaire. And all I have to do is send in a $2000 processing fee! 

Thanks long lost cousin Robert Adler!

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Motivation. 

What if Michael Jordan had quit? We’d never have Space Jam. 

Thanks Kid President. 

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It’s Christmas in Heaven (and on Earth) Merry Christmas to all. 

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