Sunday, September 13, 2009
Its harder that I thought....
I heard a story on NPR about a former rapper, Run, from Run DMC, had become a Reverend who has his own reality show on MTV and a huge Twitter following, where he gives out his daily words of wisdom-sometimes from his bubble bath.
Well, I thought, what makes his opinion on what words are wise any better than mine? I don't choose to have my entire life on TV, although, I could and it would be interesting- so that got me thinking that I should do something about my idea, vary from my norm of: have idea, do nothing.
so I have started to Tweet my WOW- Words O Wisdom. I have tweeted 2 promos and 2 actual WOW so far. my 79 followers have received the following:
It's on its new U R the 1st to get it! WOW:Words-O-Wisdom frm @debramiller66 following will not be boring, may b enlightening or even funny
Words-O-Wisdom? why u ask? why not? My philosophy is just as important as say...Reverend Run???? Just wait u will not be disappointed.
WOW # 1. Forgive yourself first.
WOW #2.Always use the restroom when opportunity presents: u just never know...
One of the reasons I started this is because I have a lot to say and it is a great challenge to to it in 180 characters. Also because, I am fascinated with the world of Internet celebrities. How does it happen and why? I think it is like everything else: a combination of timing, talent, perseverance, and did I say good timing? Movies made from books made from blogs. Newspaper articles talking about the new power brokers in the fashion world-the bloggers. Imagine success arriving at your doorstep. Knock Knock. Blogger shuffles, bed head and all to open the door to accolades and money.
Well, I have no illusions that will occur for me...but on the other hand, stranger things have happened. To me.
Well, I thought, what makes his opinion on what words are wise any better than mine? I don't choose to have my entire life on TV, although, I could and it would be interesting- so that got me thinking that I should do something about my idea, vary from my norm of: have idea, do nothing.
so I have started to Tweet my WOW- Words O Wisdom. I have tweeted 2 promos and 2 actual WOW so far. my 79 followers have received the following:
It's on its new U R the 1st to get it! WOW:Words-O-Wisdom frm @debramiller66 following will not be boring, may b enlightening or even funny
Words-O-Wisdom? why u ask? why not? My philosophy is just as important as say...Reverend Run???? Just wait u will not be disappointed.
WOW # 1. Forgive yourself first.
WOW #2.Always use the restroom when opportunity presents: u just never know...
One of the reasons I started this is because I have a lot to say and it is a great challenge to to it in 180 characters. Also because, I am fascinated with the world of Internet celebrities. How does it happen and why? I think it is like everything else: a combination of timing, talent, perseverance, and did I say good timing? Movies made from books made from blogs. Newspaper articles talking about the new power brokers in the fashion world-the bloggers. Imagine success arriving at your doorstep. Knock Knock. Blogger shuffles, bed head and all to open the door to accolades and money.
Well, I have no illusions that will occur for me...but on the other hand, stranger things have happened. To me.
Friday, September 11, 2009
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Forced to write-in remembrance.
I just finished reading my friend's blog(http://nolongeranish.blogspot.com/) and decided it was time (almost a year since my last real blog-not that anyone is reading or ever was)
My big fat 9/11 experience.
I was working the night shift for Fashion Week. When I say shift I mean 12 hours. I normally left around 8 am. A model walked in the trailer ("command office") by mistake and, since she was pretty and pregnant I volunteered to walk her to the correct backstage door.
I hoped on the subway deciding to get off at 14th and 6th and walk to the post office to send my girlfriend the Fashion week program. It was a spectacular fall day. Bright, warm filled with potential. I thought, what a shame to have to sleep through such a day.
I arrived at the post office on 12th and 4th avenue and breezed through, just missing a long line that had formed behind me. As I exited the building, I heard sirens and then as I was crossing Broadway I saw, what I thought was an abnormal number of emergency vehicles heading south. I walked down St. Marks to 2nd Ave and the south to 5th St, where I was staying with my ex-girlfriend, Lynn. People started talking to each other on the street. I passed a Mexican delivery man and he said something had happened at the WTC, where he had been only a little earlier. I told him to call his wife to tell her he was ok. I didn't even know what had happened at that point. Arriving to the corner of 2nd and 5th, people were pointing to the tower. Smoke was bellowing out. A man said his wife heard a large crash sound. Some people thought it was the movie people. We turned to go inside the Deli to see if we could get some info from the TV- this is what we Americans and I guess all people now, do, since 1963 and the murder of JFK. One station went out- they switched to the Spanish speaking station and we saw the second plane hit the tower. How ironic. If I had been outside 4 minutes longer I would have seen it live. Instead, I was like the millions of others located outside of Manhattan, watching it on TV
I ran out and up the 6 flights, bursting in and yelling at Lynn to look out the window. For years we took for granted the view of those two buildings. Now we watched them burn.
She scrambled to leave- she worked the days at Fashion and thought that maybe the Tents could be of use-as some kind of triage place or something. it was unclear at that time. As she left she said something to me that never made sense as to why she said it. She said, that building is going to collapse.
She left and I spent the rest of the day going back and forth from the window and my camera, to the TV. Ironically, I did not sleep through the day. About 6:00 I decided to leave and walk to mid town. It was so eerie. many avenues closed to non-emergency vehicles. Shops closed. few people on the street. I cant remember if the gatherings in Union Square had started yet. People were still looking for their loved ones, but not in an organized fashion. I arrived at the Trailer. It was dead. The shows had been cancelled and my job was just to be there. We bought a little TV to get what little info there was. The computers were up and I spent my time emailing to everyone I knew about the day and the heaviness over the city. About 9pm a bunch a people went running by the trailer on 6th Avenue and we were told that there was a bomb threat at the Empire State Building and everyone was evacuated up to 40th st. I was at 41st, but I knew it was a hoax. I stayed put.
The Tent was never used-there was no need. We did collect clothes but I think they were donated to an existing charity-the dead people did not need clothes . Still it was something and we all felt like we had to do something. I think I still do.
My big fat 9/11 experience.
I was working the night shift for Fashion Week. When I say shift I mean 12 hours. I normally left around 8 am. A model walked in the trailer ("command office") by mistake and, since she was pretty and pregnant I volunteered to walk her to the correct backstage door.
I hoped on the subway deciding to get off at 14th and 6th and walk to the post office to send my girlfriend the Fashion week program. It was a spectacular fall day. Bright, warm filled with potential. I thought, what a shame to have to sleep through such a day.
I arrived at the post office on 12th and 4th avenue and breezed through, just missing a long line that had formed behind me. As I exited the building, I heard sirens and then as I was crossing Broadway I saw, what I thought was an abnormal number of emergency vehicles heading south. I walked down St. Marks to 2nd Ave and the south to 5th St, where I was staying with my ex-girlfriend, Lynn. People started talking to each other on the street. I passed a Mexican delivery man and he said something had happened at the WTC, where he had been only a little earlier. I told him to call his wife to tell her he was ok. I didn't even know what had happened at that point. Arriving to the corner of 2nd and 5th, people were pointing to the tower. Smoke was bellowing out. A man said his wife heard a large crash sound. Some people thought it was the movie people. We turned to go inside the Deli to see if we could get some info from the TV- this is what we Americans and I guess all people now, do, since 1963 and the murder of JFK. One station went out- they switched to the Spanish speaking station and we saw the second plane hit the tower. How ironic. If I had been outside 4 minutes longer I would have seen it live. Instead, I was like the millions of others located outside of Manhattan, watching it on TV
I ran out and up the 6 flights, bursting in and yelling at Lynn to look out the window. For years we took for granted the view of those two buildings. Now we watched them burn.
She scrambled to leave- she worked the days at Fashion and thought that maybe the Tents could be of use-as some kind of triage place or something. it was unclear at that time. As she left she said something to me that never made sense as to why she said it. She said, that building is going to collapse.
She left and I spent the rest of the day going back and forth from the window and my camera, to the TV. Ironically, I did not sleep through the day. About 6:00 I decided to leave and walk to mid town. It was so eerie. many avenues closed to non-emergency vehicles. Shops closed. few people on the street. I cant remember if the gatherings in Union Square had started yet. People were still looking for their loved ones, but not in an organized fashion. I arrived at the Trailer. It was dead. The shows had been cancelled and my job was just to be there. We bought a little TV to get what little info there was. The computers were up and I spent my time emailing to everyone I knew about the day and the heaviness over the city. About 9pm a bunch a people went running by the trailer on 6th Avenue and we were told that there was a bomb threat at the Empire State Building and everyone was evacuated up to 40th st. I was at 41st, but I knew it was a hoax. I stayed put.
The Tent was never used-there was no need. We did collect clothes but I think they were donated to an existing charity-the dead people did not need clothes . Still it was something and we all felt like we had to do something. I think I still do.
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