Getting Rad in Carlsbad

Erica is back in town and she came and visted me for lunch. We sat and ate packed lunches at the fountain and then went and got coffee. She even brought me flowers. It was quite romantic if I do say so myself. It was so sweet of her. I found out some dumb medical arm stuff later in the day and it was nice to have cute little flwoers on my desk to remind me its going to be fine.

My friend Josh sent me this email. I have no money to donate but I do have a blog.

Okay.

I know what you're thinking. What the hell is Josh doing now? I've never really participated in a campaign, so it's a good question. It's a justifiable question for all of us to ask ourselves, really.

Take this classic example. You know that feeling when you're alone in your house or apartment walking around, pulling up blankets on your couch, searching every corner for that one pen that you need so you can finally get something done? You know what I'm talking about. You've searched nearly an hour, but you don't know where it is. Then, when you find it, you realize, the pen's been behind your ear. Then, you just stand there in your house and feel stupid.

Now, imagine that the near hour you've been looking for that pen, is actually eight years. And the pen? It's that part of your brain that's just been sitting tucked behind your ear, the part that you know has been there all along, but you just couldn't find. You know, the one that made you feel like you could change anything in this country?

Well, here's the deal. You, me and the historical figure of your liking are out to lunch at Chili's or Applebees or whatever and I need to borrow some money. Ten, twenty bucks tops. I'm good for it. But, instead of paying you back in cash, I tell you I know this guy named Obama who's going to pay you back for me, with a comprehensive and realistic energy plan for the future, a systematic and tempered withdrawl from Iraq, a strategy to promote jobs in America through technological advances, and a program to put resources back into the educational system. Then, I'll tell you, "If you want to read more, just go to his website."

And, as you're thinking, "Ah, I don't know about all this," and you scratch your head, that part of your brain behind your ear you've been looking for the last eight years falls out onto the table. We all just stare at it for a second. Then, you give me those ten or twenty bucks.

So, do your part an donate. It's either that or I keep writing you in complex analogies. They're only going to get worse.

Go to my fundraising site:

http://my.barackobama.com/page/outreach/view/main/mwanawasa

Thank you.

I read this on Fashionita but the story is here and here. I got really teary eyed.

Meet Nikki. She's 14 and her mother teaches at Savannah College of Art and Design. She made friends with some of her mother's students who eventually moved to NYC. And when Nikki was diagnosed with cancer, her New York pen pals flew her up to New York to take fashion obsessed Nikki to the Superhero exhibit at the Met.
The story spread and soon Nikki was touring Marc's studio, lunching with Andre in Oscar's showroom, getting her own WWD cover and chilling on the Ugly Betty set.
If you need your faith in humanity restored please read.

Nathan sent me over this photographer Lauren Dukoffs portfolio site. Its absolutely stunning and beautiful. Looks like Devandra Banhart uses her exclusivly. Some of the fashion photos were amazing but I was more intrigued with her documentary section.