best auto-correct ever
i hate autocorrect
I’m often guilty of asking innocuous, platonic friends – you know, like my lawyer – to bang. When I mean hang.
Either I turn off autocorrect or make some more adventurous friends.
And yet, yes, I still want to marry one of these cavemen.
by Anita Dadà
Do you know how hard it is to be a guy, the never ending balancing act between consistently being an awesome civil gentleman while also having a cave-brain equivalent to a dog that wants to hump the leg of everything it likes? It’s woefully underreported, this dichotomy.
It’s even worse when you’re in any way “romantic”; when one voice inside of you is all His Girl Friday-like, all “Gee golly, I sure want to take her on a picnic”. Which of course you have to temper to the other voice which is breathing down your neck saying “a motel room, a bottle of scotch, and enough lubricant to drown a leprechaun”.
The core brain of any 20-something male is basically two deaf people having an argument while everyone else in the bowling alley of your mind looks on and wonders if they should say anything – if so, then what? – before getting their shit back together and mumbling “I hope he gets his shit together by the time he’s 30”.
You were what I wanted
I gave what I gave
I’m not sorry I met you
I’m not sorry it’s over
I’m not sorry there’s nothing to save…
I’m not sorry there’s nothing to save.
Two weeks ago I got a call from my doctor, who I’d gone to see the day before because I’d been feeling worn out and was losing weight, and wasn’t sure why.
He was brief: “Amit, you’ve got Acute Leukemia. You need to enter treatment right away.”
I was terrified. I packed a backpack full of clothes, went to the hospital as he’d instructed, and had transfusions through the night to allow me to take a flight home at 7am the next day. I Googled acute leukemia as I lay in my hospital bed, learning that if it hadn’t been caught, I’d have died within weeks.
I have a couple more months of chemo to go, then the next step is a bone marrow transplant. As Jay and Tony describe below, minorities are severely underrepresented in the bone marrow pool, and I need help.
A few ways to help:
- If you’re South Asian, get a free test by mail. You rub your cheeks with a cotton swab and mail it back. It’s easy.
- If you’re in NYC, you can go to this event my friends are putting on.
- If you know any South Asians (India, Pakistan, Bangladesh, Nepal, Bhutan, Maldives, or Sri Lanka), please point ‘em to the links above. Thank you.
My friend Amit Gupta founded my favorite photography site Photojojo. A few weeks ago, he was diagnosed with leukemia. Amit is one of the nicest, most genuine, most creative people you could ever meet. Prior to founding the awesome Photojojo, he also co-founded Jelly in 2006 in NYC, a coworking community, that’s now spread to 60 cities across the world and helped spark the coworking revolution. It looks like Amit will need a bone marrow transplant quite soon. We can help him with that.
Unlike blood transfusions, finding a genetic match for bone marrow that his body will accept is no easy task. The national bone marrow registry has 9.5 million records on file, yet the chances of someone from South Asian descent of finding a match are only 1 in 20,000.
This is where we come in. We’re going to destroy those odds.
How? By finding and registering as many people of South Asian descent as we possibly can.
Tests are easy– a simple swab of the cheek. If you’re a match, the donation involves an outpatient procedure. It’s not fun, but it’s not dangerous either. And doing it could save a life.
We are encouraging anyone of South Asian descent to take a test to see if you’re a match.
We’ll have test kits on hand at the party, as well as music, booze, and maybe even a photo booth. It will, for the first time, combine a House 2.0-style party with a New Work City-style party, and if you’ve ever been to either, you know they are always something special.
Please spread the word and please do everything you can to help Amit beat leukemia. He’s a superstar.
Much thanks to Tony and pals for organizing this event, and EVERYONE who’s been tweeting and reblogging.
Please help get the word out any way you can. My life quite literally depends on it.
Perfectly, as it should, the show ended with “About Today”. Indeed. (Taken with instagram)
Let’s not try to figure out everything at once. It’s hard to keep track of you, falling through the sky. (Taken with instagram)
I won’t be no runaway, ‘cause I won’t run. (Taken with instagram)
Calm before the storm. And/or, ensuring we have all needed supplies for #Irene (Taken with instagram)
Wherein my cat Malfoy wins the cutest animal alive award. (Taken with instagram)