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My friend the playwright Amy Witting has been daily blogging her thirty-third year on this planet. That’s one of the things that I don’t do any more, write about my life and stuff like that. Mostly I think I’ve grown out of it, because it comes from dissuading opinions from my parents and reading all kinds of horror stories about people blogging about their life and losing because of it. So I guess things have become more abstract, or I’ve come to the realization that my life is simply not that interesting, but there are things and projects that I really care about that, by inclusion, is blogging about my life.  Thinking about Amy and her blog, the wonderful people in my life, I like to think that is interesting. Sharing what is so great about my friends and the people in my life, all the great work we put into things, and with my thirty-second year beginning this Thursday, maybe things are just getting interesting.  Here’s Amy on people in her life: My point of this rambling post – is you should value the hugs.  Hug someone tomorrow.  Someone unexpected that you encounter daily.  Smile at five strangers and see how that just lifts your mood.  It sure lifted mine.  I’m going to miss my nights at the subway chatting to Jake and Josh – but I know that whenever I do see them after the show closes a warm hug will always be returned. Amy has a great attitude about life and her play FALLING premieres Aug. 10 at the International Fringe Festival. The play might be the last production she puts together before she begins graduate school, so I highly encourage you to check it out. I went to a reading of it just before I left New York and it is really beautifully composed and heartfelt. Now that I’m not living in NYC anymore, besides Francis and Flori, Prof. Viscusi and the people at Brooklyn College, Amy is one of the people I miss the most. I feel really lucky that these people are in my life, and now that we’re a separated by five hours, I appreciate them even more. I think that’s the birthday gift to myself, to write more about the people and things I appreciate. I’m pretty lucky to have these people, and I don’t care to have any haters in my life anymore. 

My friend the playwright Amy Witting has been daily blogging her thirty-third year on this planet. That’s one of the things that I don’t do any more, write about my life and stuff like that. Mostly I think I’ve grown out of it, because it comes from dissuading opinions from my parents and reading all kinds of horror stories about people blogging about their life and losing because of it. So I guess things have become more abstract, or I’ve come to the realization that my life is simply not that interesting, but there are things and projects that I really care about that, by inclusion, is blogging about my life. 

Thinking about Amy and her blog, the wonderful people in my life, I like to think that is interesting. Sharing what is so great about my friends and the people in my life, all the great work we put into things, and with my thirty-second year beginning this Thursday, maybe things are just getting interesting.  Here’s Amy on people in her life:

My point of this rambling post – is you should value the hugs.  Hug someone tomorrow.  Someone unexpected that you encounter daily.  Smile at five strangers and see how that just lifts your mood.  It sure lifted mine.  I’m going to miss my nights at the subway chatting to Jake and Josh – but I know that whenever I do see them after the show closes a warm hug will always be returned.

Amy has a great attitude about life and her play FALLING premieres Aug. 10 at the International Fringe Festival. The play might be the last production she puts together before she begins graduate school, so I highly encourage you to check it out. I went to a reading of it just before I left New York and it is really beautifully composed and heartfelt. Now that I’m not living in NYC anymore, besides Francis and Flori, Prof. Viscusi and the people at Brooklyn College, Amy is one of the people I miss the most. I feel really lucky that these people are in my life, and now that we’re a separated by five hours, I appreciate them even more. I think that’s the birthday gift to myself, to write more about the people and things I appreciate. I’m pretty lucky to have these people, and I don’t care to have any haters in my life anymore. 

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251 West 13 Street—Dream home. Amy and I walked by this place tonight on our way to the subway from ‘sNice after a writing session. Basically, this place would be a dream home in my mind. Researching it, I found that Tom Fontana owns it, the creator of Oz. Take a second and read that story, it is a pretty amazing place. Leaving the corner, I said there is no way I could ever have such a place writing comics or doing anything that I aspire to do. But reading that story, I now think it is not out of the realm of reality of having a place like that and calling it my home in the future.  

251 West 13 Street—Dream home.

Amy and I walked by this place tonight on our way to the subway from ‘sNice after a writing session. Basically, this place would be a dream home in my mind. Researching it, I found that Tom Fontana owns it, the creator of Oz. Take a second and read that story, it is a pretty amazing place. Leaving the corner, I said there is no way I could ever have such a place writing comics or doing anything that I aspire to do. But reading that story, I now think it is not out of the realm of reality of having a place like that and calling it my home in the future.  

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