Right now we're in New York. Brooklyn to be exact. Yo this place is mad crazy. HAH.

We just screened at a Law school. It was cool. They asked a lot of questions. They were technical, but none that we couldn't handle.

I had the most amazing time at Stuyvesant high school today. Maybe cuz there were so many high school kids. Or because the response was so high. It was just an overall great day of screenings. We had maybe 7 screenings with around 500 students present. It was pretty much phenomenal. Such ambitious, heart-felt kids. I swear I witnessed the social phenomena of word of mouth. It was just one teacher first, and a few students.. it turned into us selling out of shirt styles, and just.. madness.

Anyway, we're here at a contact's house just chillin. Waiting for Fordham tomorrow. I am legitimately excited to see my friend, Cindy Cho. I think it's been 4 years or so since I've seen her. Pretty crazy. Strange how we were able to stay in touch for so long. It's really quite lovely. Is that the right word? Whatever--I'm sleepy.

Also I feel pretty nervous to be speaking in front of people I actually know. I'm glad I got a lot of practice in Ohio where I didn't give a damn what people thought.

Alright. I'm going to blog a lot more now. This season will not slip through my fingers. It's getting recorded one way or another.

Holler.

"Self-expression and telling your story is so healing, even if you're just skywriting to no one in particular." -S. Zhu

For some, there is no depth. Not an ounce of character or a drop of dignity. There is only a pretty voice with pretty clothes hung on a pretty frame. It is sweet for a man to look at--heck, I think we're naturally geared towards pretty sights like pretty lights. But a man cannot warm himself or sustain himself from pretty lights. A man needs fire for warmth and the sun for growth. Pretty lights are cute for a season, but it is distasteful to leave pretty lights up for long. After a long winter season, the soul longs for July. After a long day of work, a man rests his eyes, hangs up his boots, and props his feet near the hearth. The eyes will soon dim to pretty lights, and the soul will crave for character, and beauty unseen.

A woman of noble character, who can find? She is far more precious than pretty things.

Cold calling:

I feel like a bee in someone's ear.

I'll travel to see the sun rise;

You'll see it set on fire again

The difference in place will hurt,

but the reunion will outweigh the absence

J.D. Salinger

"Among other things, you'll find that you're not the first person who was ever confused and frightened and even sickened by human behavior. You're by no means alone on that score, you'll be excited and stimulated to know. Many, many men have been just as troubled morally and spiritually as you are right now. Happily, some of them kept records of their troubles. You'll learn from them - if you want to. Just as someday, if you have something to offer, someone will learn something from you. It's a beautiful reciprocal arrangement. And it isn't education. It's history. It's poetry."

Excerpts from "I've been to the Mountaintop":

It's all right to talk about "long white robes over yonder," in all of its symbolism. But ultimately people want some suits and dresses and shoes to wear down here! It's all right to talk about "streets flowing with milk and honey," but God has commanded us to be concerned about the slums down here, and his children who can't eat three square meals a day. It's all right to talk about the new Jerusalem, but one day, God's preacher must talk about the new New York, the new Atlanta, the new Philadelphia, the new Los Angeles, the new Memphis, Tennessee. This is what we have to do.

Let us develop a kind of dangerous unselfishness.

You remember that a Levite and a priest passed by on the other side. They didn't stop to help him. And finally a man of another race came by. He got down from his beast, decided not to be compassionate by proxy. But he got down with him, administered first aid, and helped the man in need. Jesus ended up saying, this was the good man, this was the great man, because he had the capacity to project the "I" into the "thou," and to be concerned about his brother.

And so the first question that the priest asked -- the first question that the Levite asked was, "If I stop to help this man, what will happen to me?" But then the Good Samaritan came by. And he reversed the question: "If I do not stop to help this man, what will happen to him?"

The question is not, "If I stop to help this man in need, what will happen to me?" The question is, "If I do not stop to help North Koreans, what will happen to them?" That's the question.

Like anybody, I would like to live a long life. Longevity has its place. But I'm not concerned about that now. I just want to do God's will.