I am vengeance... I am the night...I. AM. BATMAN. theacousticalchemist made me do this. Also I'm a dragon.
how the heck did this show
That had great characters
interesting characters who dealt with difficulties, prejudice, and fear
a show that had a great plot
that contained love and friendship
a show that could get dark but managed to say light-hearted and funny
that also managed to complement the original series
how oh how did it become this
My god, question of the year.
Yesterday, I learned of a great tragedy - a young man who was a member of the 2014 Oregon Crusaders horn line took his own life.
When something like this happens we all struggle with how to deal with it, what is the appropriate response, what might we have all done differently to have prevented this terrible thing from occurring. I certainly do not have the answers to any of these things. There has been a tremendous outpouring of support from everyone who knew him on Facebook, and I can not even imagine what his family and close friends are going through at this difficult time.
I wonder why it takes something like this to bring people together - why we couldn’t have celebrated his (or anyone’s) life while he was still here with us. I don’t have the answer to that either. It’s just how life is - we all are busy with our personal things and trust that those we know are happy/healthy/figuring things out and dealing with whatever problems they have as best they can - we don’t want to believe that anything like this could happen. I guess the best we can hope to do is let those we know that we are here, and nothing is as bad as it seems - things will get better and there are others who understand, and are going through or have gone through similar things.
Most of the people that are on my Facebook friends list are artist/musicians/dancers/creative people. And we all share the propensity for feeling things deeply and profoundly - both good and bad. The world looks both incredibly beautiful and optimistic as well as incredibly ridiculous and hopeless at times. Hopefully the good wins over the bad and whatever life deals us we can pick ourselves up by the bootstraps, do what we have to and get to the good stuff.
This post is not about me - and I also struggled with whether or not I should pen any kind of response…it seems so trite and inadequate in comparison to this event. But there are 2,241 people on my friends list - if even ONE of them reads this and is affected positively by my post, then it was worth the time. We are all different, but we are all THE SAME and most importantly, we UNDERSTAND. There are people that care for you more than you might think. We are here for you and without exception, I firmly believe that if any one of us went to any one of the people we call our friends that there would be someone that would drop whatever it is they are doing - that they would take the time to talk to you, share their experiences - to HELP. There is a way out of whatever it is that you think is so hopeless. That there is always something to live for - that you are WORTH IT. No one has it figured out and we will all live to our last breath trying to make sense of it and find our place in the universe. But we are ALL going through the same thing.
I am not a religious man, but at times there are things that happen that make me think everything happens for a reason - that it’s not all chaos and random circumstance. That events are connected somehow. I wanted to share a story that happened on the day of his passing that might give some people some hope or some perspective.
I was driving to a rehearsal Monday, October 6th and for whatever reason, traffic was particularly clear. I made it to the exit I normally take in record time and had about 20 minutes to spare before rehearsal began. As I pulled off the exit, there was a young woman with a cardboard sign, where there are normally folks standing and asking for help with similar signs. I never carry cash and am not usually one to stop and help or give a handout - I think about it, but am usually in a hurry to get to my destination. As I pulled closer to where the woman was standing, I noticed that she was in tears - not just crying, but a look of utter hopelessness and uncontrollable sobbing. Her sign read “stranded- please help me get home to San Diego”. Again, I had no money in the car or anything to offer her. No one around me was doing anything for her and I found myself wishing I had some way to help. The light turned green and there were cars behind me so I drove off. As I was driving, I couldn’t get that poor woman’s crying face and the sign out of my head. Was someone going to help her? What terrible things might she be going through and if she was telling the truth, not one of those “professional panhandlers” you read about, then how was she going to get home? I had plenty of money in the bank, some extra time, and helping her would not negatively affect me. But it might make all the difference for her. So I decided I would stop at the nearest atm and if she was still there when I returned, I would offer her what help I could. I stopped at a 7-11 and there was a long line so I thought maybe she was hungry or thirsty - so I got her some food and water, calculated what a bus ticket might cost from Portland to San Diego, and returned to where she was. She was still there. She was still crying and holding her sign. I was able to pull off to a little side service area and called her over, gave her the bag of food and water, handed her the money and told her “I don’t know what your situation is or what you are going through but I hope this helps you”. We exchanged a deep hug as she was still sobbing and said to me “thank you thank you thank you” over and over. This is not something I would normally do - but for some reason, on that day, circumstances were aligned and that woman and I converged on that day at that moment, and I felt compelled somehow to take action.
I don’t know the outcome, and probably never will. But I do know this: at the same time I was helping this woman, this boy was somewhere suffering and in need of help. I wish that it could have been him that I was able to assist. I know there are countless others that feel the same way. Maybe this encounter wasn’t chance and I could feel his suffering from hundreds of miles away and it caused me to do this act of kindness for another human in their time of need. I will never know if that is true either - but I will choose to believe that is what occurred.
I did not know this young man well, but anyone who is able to do what he did last summer accomplished something great in their life. He has left an incredible legacy and touched countless people profoundly. I again cannot pretend to comprehend what his family must be going through. All I can offer is to share this story and hope that it offers some small comfort. To anyone.
My heart goes out to anyone that suffers. I am here. Others are here. There might not always be an answer, but there is help. There is hope. There is a way.
Oregon Crusaders Drum and Bugle Corps Percussion Design & Percussion Caption Supervisor(via an-oregon-crusader)
So apparently there’s a sound that is 36 or so octaves below middle c that is so low that it kills you. The sound waves literally kill you. And this sound is only found in dark matter (for what we know). This is so cool
I love science
I ACTUALLY CANT BREATHE
I LITERALLY JUST HIT REBLOG AND LAUGHED AT MY PHONE FOR A MINUTE OR TWO TRYING YO COMPOSE MYSELF ENOUGH TO TYPE THIS MESSAGE.
DEAD, FUCKING DEAD.
OH MY GOD
this is music
this is actually my favourite audio post on tumblr and i’m going to reblog this for the 3rd time
WHATS THE BACKGROUND MUSIC CALLED OMFG CRYING
WHAT EVEN IS THIS
holy fucking jesus
is that the chicken dance or bananas in pyjamas fuck idk thomas the tank engine??????????/ tell me