we are all neda

Less than a week ago a group of random people gathered to create this video and show our support for Iranians in need of a voice. We want to give a voice to the voiceless and this is just the first step.

voiceofthevoiceless.net

what ever happened to tuesday

There's something about driving in the car all by yourself that lets the sadness seep in. The loss of life puts everything in perspective and that time alone just helps your thoughts roam freely. I'm notorious for crying on my drive in to work. This morning was no exception. That Van Morrison song Brown Eyed Girl came on the radio and it reminded me of the people that love me and that I love.

Of the 3 girls my parents had, I am the only one with brown eyes. I believe my sisters used to refer to them as my poop brown eyes (or maybe that was just me - I've always been jealous of their blue eyes and brown hair). When I left my home in Colorado Springs almost 10 years ago one of my sisters made me a CD. On it were a lot of songs about my new home, California. But it also had songs that would remind me that it was from her and showed me how much she loved me. It's one of my favorite gifts ever. And because Brown Eyed Girl is on that CD I can't help but think of my sisters when I hear it. I miss them. It makes me sad to be so far away from them and their lives.

To all you people out there listening, life goes by in the blink of an eye. Before you know it times are lost and we're all grown. Don't forget to say thank you and I love you and to share part of yourself with friends and family. I'm sad that my platelets weren't the cure but at least he knew I cared and I got to see his smile one last time. Now if you'll excuse me, I've got some phone calls to make.

milk came out my nose

I think all of you out there in blog-land should check out this new show on G4 called Web Soup (if you like Talk Soup you're gonna love it). It's funny and got all of the best clips from around the web. It airs Sunday at 9pm ET.

Oh, and there's this hilarious telephone operator girl that has a bit part in every show that I may or may not be friends with. Oh, and also I may or may not be friends with one of the executive producers.

If you don't have G4, it often re-airs on E! so look for it there. While you're at it go ahead and subscribe to the podcast on iTunes (give it a rating too - might I suggest 5 stars!?). DO IT!

Web Soup

my trending topic

Tomorrow I'm going to be a part of something I think is very important. In this day and age of internet communication we can all be a part of the global community. What's going on in Iran speaks to all of us. We are one human race all in need of basic human rights. And now with social media outlets like youtube, facebook and twitter we can reach out to each other in our times of need.

Neda has become the face of the faceless and we are going to be the voice of the voiceless. For all those Iranians reaching out, we hear your cries and we want you to know that they do not fall on deaf ears. Tomorrow, our voices will be heard. Please join me for the I AM NEDA shoot in Culver City, CA and be the voice the world needs to hear. For any Iranians wanting to be heard, please send us your wants, your needs... you can post them in the comments on this blog, visit the facebook page or tweet them to @onlyoneL so that your message can continue to spread. UPDATE: Go to voiceofthevoiceless.net/beheard to send your message instantly!

If you want to know, WHO WAS NEDA? follow the link.

For additional info on the I AM NEDA shoot follow the link.

Please stay tuned for additional information on the launch of the finished video and check out the website for more info on VoiceoftheVoiceless.net

the man, the myth, the legend

My heart is heavy today and it's not because some celebrity that I never knew or looked up to has passed away. My heart is heavy because last night I lost a friend and mentor. After a difficult battle with leukemia, Stuart Bartell passed away. He leaves this world hopefully to find peace and happiness else where but he also leaves an emptiness impossible to fill.

Stuart,

Thank you for everything you have given me over the years. The smile and warmth of a friend. The courage and help of a mentor. I knew that walking into that building and seeing you would bring joy to my day. Those around me knew how special you made me feel. I will never forget your laughter, your love, your selflessness. I'm sad to see you go but grateful I had a chance to know you. You have touched so many people over the years and you will be missed by each and every one of them.

Thank you and may you rest in peace dear friend.
With all my love...

pocket aces aren't always the tits

Spent the weekend in Vegas. Trip started out with pre-gaming (work beers - why do they make you drunker than home beers!?) before My Heart picked me up on Friday night. At some point we were talking about directions when I asked him to stop talking because I had to pee. I had to pee so bad all I could concentrate on was NOT peeing. So we stopped at a gas station... at this point we were still in LA.

From there the trip got better I guess. Not that it was bad just unpredictable. We got to our room at the Rio around midnight and basically just went to sleep. My Heart's WSOP event was the next day starting at noon so he needed to rest up.

We were hoping to have a breakfast meet up with the family and friends that had come out for the weekend but you know how it goes with a big group of people. It was just too hard to coordinate so we ended up wandering for quite a bit until his parents eventually arrived. The thing about the Rio is that it's off the strip which some how makes it a destination (not that you can actually walk to most places on the strip - the size of those places make the distances deceiving). Anyway, big surprise as we turned the corner to greet Mom and Dad was BROTHER!!! It was an awesome surprise that sure made My Heart happy.

From there it was poker time. The event went well for his first big one. I suppose he wishes he would have done better - like win money better. But I think it was a great experience. I certainly enjoyed watching the games being played. I stood trying to get a glimps of My Heart but his table was so far away I could only see his hat (over 2,700 entrants). Fortunately for me pro player Brandon Cantu had an edge table and I got to watch him play for a few hours. We also saw Doyle Brunson, Phil Hellmuth (who threw an awesome mf bomb when he got knocked out but eventually came over for pictures) and Daniel Negreanu to name a few.

Drove home Sunday after a quick Father's Day breakfast. My Heart just needed to get out of there. Me, I'm jonsing for some poker action of my own now. Anyone up for a game?

blush one size too small

Man have I been a suck hole of good times this week. I just can't shake it. Tried the Aunt M 3 day method and it was working for a while but then I just slipped back down. Today it was definitely the change thing that got me. I'm gonna learn to be okay with it because I still get a paycheck every week but it's not going to be easy.

Last night I had a great dinner that helped to bring my smile back for a bit... onion rings, sliders and mac & cheese (so naughty but so yummy). Tonight My Heart is working late so I'll go run a quick errand or two, do some laundry to get ready for the weekend and then just enjoy the quiet for a moment or two.

By the way, we're going to Vegas again this weekend. I'm most looking forward to the drive out there - is that strange? It's just the thought of hours full of peaceful music filled time with My Heart. Then he'll abandon me for a poker tourney and I'll go chill with his family.

Oh, one last thing... saw this in the window of J. Crew at the Grove last night and fell in love. Might actually plan a wedding based solely on this dress (problem is, don't think My Heart will like the dress actually). Friend S thinks we should have an outing to at least go try it on. What's the harm right?