I Love You, Beantown.

In the aftermath of the tragedy that befell Boston, I have spent the last 24 hours reflecting on the things I had done there in the past.

I would regularly visit friends in JP during my childhood, my 21st birthday was a drunken weekend there, I met a bunch of Betties, I made regular trips to the aquarium, I met a bunch of nerds through Chris Hardwick, so many trips to Quincy, my friend started her business there… Laughs, love, memories of blisters from really inappropriate shoes, getting hit on by homeless dudes, bar hopping on St Paddys, waking up and wondering where my pants were, ridiculous trips to Framingham to get $2.99 wine at Trader Joes, conventions, mischief.

Boston was always my “go to” destination over NYC. It wasn’t because I hated New York. It was because it felt like home.

A part of me considered moving there before finding and falling in love with Portland.

Last night I was so angry at the Internet that I turned off everything and went to bed very early. Some people took to devaluing the situation, saying that this stuff happens all the time. It shouldn’t be a priority over everything else.

Instead of telling them to go fuck themselves, I went to every Facebook page of a friend that either lives in Boston or works close and made sure they were all right.

I am one of the lucky ones. So many people in Boston are hurt and scared right now. Telling them that their feelings don’t matter is more horrific than letting them take a breath to grieve.

Human tragedy isn’t a contest. Oftentimes, things are prioritized. For as much time is needed, they should be able to reflect on the events that transpired. It doesn’t mean that they have forgotten the rest of the world. It means that they are watching their sons and daughters and husbands and wives have to deal with the fact that they have lost their limbs.

I am not afraid of Boston, or ever going back home. Mainly because what I saw when seeing some of the people running was many of them running to the site to help. Runners continuing to the hospital to give blood. Off duty Emergency response personnel rushing to do what was necessary to ensure that the death count didn’t rise. Military finishing a race in full gear and then banding together to find every person that needed help.

I flashed back to 2001 yesterday, when I couldn’t get ahold of my friends in NYC. I spent ten hours in and out of panic attacks. To tell me to “wake up” and that it happens all the time is fucked up. There is no limit to the expanse of empathy.

That being said? I love you Boston. I’ll be around to hug you soon enough.

Quick Note About Today’s Event in Boston

Now is not the time to be asking “who”. Now is the time to ask “what can I do to help?”

1. Give blood if you’re in the Boston area.
2. Don’t call people, just text. The phone lines are saturated.
3. Pay attention to the news, but don’t assume they are 100% correct. They would rather be first to report and have to retract than to actually research the lead.
4. Live. Laugh. Love.

My heart hurts for those that have lost, and those injured.

Emerson College Goes GaGa!

Exactly a week ago, the Emerson College community uploaded their 9 minute LipDub to the Evvy’s YouTube Page. In one week they have surpassed 427,000 hits and have been mentioned by the ABC National News, made the front page of YouTube and finally strutted its way to me via a friend on the facebooks. This is absolutely amazing and makes me wish I either went to Emerson so that I could’ve been a small part of such a big undertaking. I would love to see what they do next year and if they want a photographer there to take some behind the scenes shots. #shamelessselfpromotion #hashtaggingoutoftwitter

From downtown Boston, The Emerson College community and The 30th Annual EVVY Awards presents their Lady Gaga LipDub!

http://www.evvyawards.org
http://www.twitter.com/theevvys
http://www.facebook.com/theevvys
Official Twitter Hashtag: #emersonlipdub