Showing posts with label guest blog. Show all posts
Showing posts with label guest blog. Show all posts

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

GUEST BLOG: How To Save A Life

Hello everyone!

Well today is a REALLY busy day and I won't have time to write a quality entry, so I've asked my friend Kelley (The Blog) to write a guest blog entry!

I'll be back in blog land tomorrow!

Love,
Amo




If you could save a life by swabbing the inside of your cheek, would you do it?


The National Marrow Donor Program, the national bone marrow registry, can let you do that.

No shots.

No needles.*

No stinky alcohol wipes.

All you have to do is rub a Q-tip around inside your mouth.

And it's free.

Exercise your mouse-clicking powers on these links:

Educate yourself.

Join the registry now and order your donor kit (this is the swabby part.)

Or look for a registration and donation drive in your area.

So, what happens if you're a match?

Is your eggo prego? Check out umbilical cord blood donation.

Find other ways to get involved.


Please, please consider joining the registry. But don't just consider it. Do it. Please. Be a Q-tip Hero.

You + Q-Tip = Curing Cancer


P.S. My birthday is April 20th. Order your kit between now and then and we can call it my Birthday present. (...Because you were totally going to get me a Birthday present, right? That's what I thought.)

* Well, okay, if you're a match and you choose to donate there will be needles involved. But you can cross that bridge when you come to it. In the mean time, all it takes is a Q-tip. And come on, faced with the opportunity to save another human being's life, I'm pretty sure that in the moment you'll do the right thing, needles and all.

Note: This post is cross-blogged from my own blog. And speaking of my blog, Amanda already linked to my Blogger profile above, but - as you'll see if you try to click it - my blog is "private." Private doesn't mean you can't read it, though! If you ever want to check it out all you have to do is shoot me an email at kelleyarowe(at)gmail(dot)com and let me know. I'll add you to the reader's list and you'll receive a verification e-mail from Blogger letting you know you're approved. Annoying, but not too painful I hope. -Kelley

Friday, February 5, 2010

GUEST BLOG: I'm With COCO

Hi everyone! Today is a crazy busy day—I'm going to see Jack's Mannequin at the Showbox tonight! Since I've got so many things to get done today and I didn't bring my computer along with me today, I've asked my amazing friend Kelley to do a guest blog. I always enjoy reading things that she writes and I'm sure that you'll enjoy her guest blog here today! So without further adieu, cue the Indian . . .


Unless you live in a cave (no, not that cave) I'm going to assume you're at least peripherally aware of the recent Tonight Show shake-up over at NBC.

Fig. 1: COCO, The Face of a Generation

Since tonight is the two-week anniversary of Conan's very last night hosting The Tonight Show, it would have been nice to spend some time reviewing a few of the reasons Conan O'Brien is the classiest, funniest guy on Late Night. (And the tallest. Just sayin'.) Unfortunately, the not-so-classy folks at NBC have chosen today to remove as much evidence of Conan's run on The Tonight Show from the internet as possible. (No, really; see for yourself.)

So instead, here are a few clips I had lying around, plus Conan's last Tonight Show. (Yeah, the full episode; take that, NBC.)

The Bugatti Veyron Mouse



I have to say, the giant ground sloth, spraying beluga caviar on a Picasso was pretty "epic" - as the young'uns like to say - but the Veyron Mouse is O. G. Classic, as both the first of the expensive segment series, and the only one that NBC censored from online episodes (well, until they censored all the episodes, but that's another animal.)

The String Dance



I don't need to tell you, but if Jay Leno ever attached imaginary strings to his hips and swayed them back and forth (his hips, not the imaginary strings - well, maybe those too) it wouldn't be hilarious, or awesome, or disturbingly sexy (only a little bit, a tiny bit; go with me here, I'm not a freak) it would just be disturbing. Seriously.

But what's that you say? You wish you could see a rad graphical representation of Conan's opening routine? No prob, Bob:

Fig. 2: COCO Trips the Light Fantastic

Jimmy Kimmel on Ten at 10 With Jay Leno



It may not be Conan himself, but seeing Jimmy Kimmel rip Jay Leno on his own show is strangely satisfying. Oh, and it's funny too.

COCO's Last Tonight Show



Conan's final Tonight Show was a lesson in class and humor, and only makes me more excited to see him back on TV. ...In seven months. Freakin' contracts.

Fig. 3: COCO Stays Classy

P.S. Yes, the title is a song:


P.P.S. Check out this Gawker article for more info on NBC's revisionist Tonight Show history.

P.P.P.S. On the off chance that something in this post tickled your fancy, you should join the readers' list for my blog, and we can totally do this again some time.† Just shoot me an email at kelleyarowe[at]gmail[dot]com. (Eh? Shameless plug? You like?)

† Okay, so this might not be true. School is kicking my arse* right now, and since, generally speaking, my time is divided into three categories: school, wasting time and blogging, when school starts impinging on my ability to waste time, I don't necessarily waste less time, I just stop blogging. Sorry about that.

* Feel free to pronounce that word with a British accent, for full effect.**

** Yeah, I'm edgy. What?!

Thursday, August 27, 2009

A Mirror Is Harder To Hold

Hello everyone!

Well today is a REALLY busy day and I won't have time to write a quality entry, so I've asked my amazing friend Kelley (The Blog) at to write a guest blog entry! She is an amazing friend with great insight and I hope you enjoy reading her stuff as much as I do. :D

I'll be back in blog land tomorrow!

Love,
Amo
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"Honesty is the first chapter in the book of wisdom."

Thomas Jefferson

Today, all over our planet big ideas are being argued and discussed and fought over. Wars are being waged. Elections are being held. Economies are growing and shrinking. Some people have too much, some have too little, some have just enough. That's the business of living, when six and a half billion people share the same home.

Good things are happening. Bad things are happening too.

Good things and bad things.

But it seems to me that lately when I turn on the radio, open a newspaper (yes a real honest-to-god newspaper, made from trees!) or check the news online it's hard to see that. I mean, it's easy to find articles and soundbites claiming all is well or all is ill, but that's just it - well or ill they claim, without much in between. As if we all woke up 12 months ago, or 18, or 3 years, or 9 and all the space between every extreme had disappeared. As if all that's left is me versus you, with nowhere for us to meet in the middle. Am I the only one that feels this way?

Nowhere does this polarization seem more obvious to me at this moment than in our American political and social discourse.

Are we heroes or villains? Traitors or patriots? Successes or failures? Humanitarians? Despots? Frauds? Honest people? Liars? Is America beautiful or ugly? Who are the good guys and who are the bad guys?

Clarence Skinner wrote, "The line which separates Good from Evil runs not between men, but through them." Paraphrased, "The line that separates good and evil does not run between groups of people, but through every human heart."

I believe that Clarence Skinner had it right.

I also believe that sometimes I don't want him to be right.

I want a quick fix and an easy solution. I want a scapegoat, a simplification and an excuse. I want an ally and an enemy, with no complex shades of gray between.

I even want those things right now to explain away the kind of polarization that thrives on just such inclinations.

That makes me part of the problem.

And it is a problem, because when I let the discourse I am so privileged to have the opportunity to engage in, degrade to me versus you, I lose something valuable. I lose my honesty.

Some of my ideas and opinions and views are ignorant. Some of them are immature or silly. Some of them are wrong. Some of them may even be dangerous.

And that makes me versus you a lie.

Because I'm not all right. And you aren't all wrong.

When I stick my fingers in my ears and close my eyes, when I won't hear you out or look through your eyes I'm saying that I don't need to. I'm saying that my ideas are unexcelled, my reasoning flawless, my perspective perfect.

It's a lie.

It's an easy lie for me to tell.

It's an easy lie for me to believe.

So back to these radios and newspapers and websites - you know, the ones with the poles. If all I see and all I believe is me versus you then I guess I have my eyes shut and my fingers in my ears. And if I have my eyes shut and my fingers in my ears, then all I hear is myself. And if all I hear is my own self, then I'm hearing lies. Not all lies - because just like not everything I say or think is right, not everything is wrong either - but lies nonetheless.

I need to hear truth from you so I know where and why I'm wrong. And you need to hear truth from me so you know where and why you're wrong.

But that means we need our honesty.

It also means we need each other.

So I want to learn to see and hear you. And I want you to learn to see and hear me. Sometimes you might have to pry my eyes open. Sometimes I may have to drag your fingers out of your ears. But maybe if we do that long enough we'll make it to a different kind of place in our discourse, a different place in our articles and soundbites. And maybe it will be the sort of place where making progress keeps our hands and fingers too busy to bother our ears, and where we need our eyes too much for walking forward to close them.

I hope so.

Because then I think we'll be a little more honest.

And you know, this really smart guy had something to say about honesty once...

Note: Thanks Amanda for letting me word-vomit on your awesome blog. I was pretty much giddy like a schoolgirl when you asked if I would. And thanks Amanda's blog readers for slogging through this behemoth post (if indeed you did, and I don't blame you if you didn't.) Amanda already linked to my blog above, but - as you'll see if you try to click it - my blog is "private." Private doesn't mean you can't read it, however! If you ever want to check it out all you have to do is shoot me an email at kelleyarowe(at)gmail(dot)com and let me know. I'll add you to the reader's list and you'll receive a verification e-mail from Blogger letting you know you're approved. Annoying, but not too painful I hope. Thanks again. -Kelley

P.S. The post title is from a seriously awesome song by Jon Foreman (who is - funnily enough - a seriously awesome artist.) I would definitely encourage you to check it out. And then check out all his other songs. I mean hey, might as well while you're at it, right? ;)