I think a lot about who I am to other people in the world–particular who I am to strangers as a mere concept in their lives.
Today this woman called our information desk and said, “my son’s band is playing tonight. I want to come see him, but he never answers his phone…..I want to be there. Have you heard anything about his band?”
And I felt so bad for this lady but I’m not in the music scene around here so I had to tell her no, sorry.
Five hours later, I’m hiking and run into a group of guys setting up for some outdoor performance, and as I watch them unload the drums it hits me.
“Hey,” I said, “are y’all in a band?”
They said yeah and smiled and I told them “one of your moms called today. She wants to watch you play, but she can’t get a hold of you. Call your mom.”
And they all pulled out their phones and started discussing whose mom it probably was as they presumably dialed their own.
And now, unless we meet again and recognize each other, that’s who I’ll be forever to those guys–some mysterious courier for mom-messages who came out of the woods and told them their mom called.
I didn’t even tell them why their mom called me. Who am I to their mom?? Nobody even asked. They just took my word for it and called their mothers.
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I have this thing I call the Two Rogers Rule of Manliness: Basically, if Steve or Fred wouldn’t do it, neither should I. It’s stupid, it’s simplistic, and it’s geeky, but it works.
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This isn’t information that can sit in your likes guys I’m not trying to guilt trip but this is life or death please reblog and spread
A friend of mine who is a teacher–let’s say kids from about 5 to about 8–found this one day. She doesn’t know who made it, there is no identifying information on it. It is a small book–the sort little kids make, you know, paper folded over. The title of this book is
How to Do Things
We all want to know, don’t we? How to do things? Let us open this book and discover how to do things:
My friend has kept this for a year or more, it is one of her favorite things.
Photos by Setsu Uzume, who, when it was shown to her, declared it a Big Mood.
I really love the way they did this scene. His black suit, her white dress, how the lighting outlines both of them, way all the dialogue echoed through the building…
why does using someone’s name in conversation feel so intimate, like the way a touch feels gentle as someone is fixing ur hair or brushing out a stray strand
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