Hope Dies Last

Viktor Frankl: This uniqueness and singleness which distinguishes each individual and gives a meaning to his existence has a bearing on creative work as much as it does on human love. When the impossibility of replacing a person is realized, it allows the responsibility which a man has for his existence and its continuance to appear in all its magnitude. A man who becomes conscious of the responsibility he bears toward a human being who affectionately waits for him, or to an unfinished work, will never be able to throw away his life. He knows the “why” for his existence, and will be able to bear almost any “how.”

14 January 2013, 20:57

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Remember Your Programming #3

27 December 2012, 11:48

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Burning Poems

24 December 2012, 15:06

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If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!

Rudyard Kipling

19 December 2012, 19:21

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Green Eggs and Ham

Benjamin Más and I recorded this one back in May.

It didn’t take me long to photograph the stills and assemble the first full Final Cut draft; the majority of the legwork was done by June.

Prior to heading to DC for Breakpoint and jumping into the AFTH2012 vortex, I edited the audio and balanced the levels/tone. As I work, it’s not a long process.

The months passed, one priority overriding the next, the seasons going from summer to fall to winter. Adult life in the big city moves just so, and this piece was really just playtime, for fun, not critical.

20 children — small ones, just Ben’s age — were executed today. Their murderer was driven by forces I wish to never know.

I can’t think. I can hardly type this. Through the day, I’ve been alternating between tears and utter blankness for this spontaneous void.

I can’t pull my son to me right now; I can’t feel his warmth. Remembering this almost-complete piece, I opted for the next best option, his voice. It’s changed a lot in the months since this recording. The slight inflection of baby has been replaced by the confidence of boy; this is a time capsule. But I don’t care. It’s my child’s voice, and just hearing him happy gives me peace.

My sweet, growing boy, all his life still ahead of him. One day a man, someone I can’t wait to meet.

I think of these children in Sandy Hook and I feel headless and blind from pain.

These deaths won’t be senseless if our culture can pivot for it. America must reform gun laws now. Assault rifles have absolutely no place in this society. None.

My man Andrew put it perfectly today:

I’m going to hazard a guess that the authors of the 2nd amendment didn’t face the regular mass murders in classrooms, cinemas and shopping malls America has become sickeningly used to. Otherwise, perhaps, they might have put in an assault weapon caveat or two. You’re allowed to improve upon your laws over the centuries, by the way.

14 December 2012, 17:20

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