Elizabeth Blue
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We're Going to India!!!
A MAJOR shift happened last night after I booked my ticket to India. It was as if everything else in me and my world had been...
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A Wish Fulfilled
Archangel Michael
The energy is shifting and changing at a tremendous rate. This is unsettling to those on the planet. There is...
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A Time Of Opportunity
Archangel Michael
Confusion comes at a time of opportunity. This is a time of great opportunity for you and all with whom...
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Be Here, Now: In the Present Moment
I wake up every day in a mild panic: what do I need to accomplish today?! Yes, I wrote out a list of everything...
Who is “Gary Jones”? An investigation into how a hacker may have stolen nude photos for a “revenge porn” site:
Is it really so easy to hack a Gmail account? See for yourself: Go to the Gmail login screen and click on the frequently ignored link underneath the sign-in menu, ‘Can’t access your account?’ Three options appear; choose ‘I forgot my password.’ Type in a Gmail address—any active Gmail address—and if there’s a phone number associated with the account, you’re given three more options, one of which is ‘Get a verification code on my phone.’ You don’t even need to know the phone number. Just hit ‘continue’ and an unrelated six-digit code will appear in a text to the account owner’s phone. Type in that verification code—a number easily obtained by a masquerading e-impostor—and you’re in. The first thing you’re prompted to do is immediately change your password, thereby blocking out the original owner.
In other words, if a hacker knows only your Gmail address and can figure out how to access your phone, he’s already most of the way into your shit.
“‘Gary Jones’ Wants Your Nudes.” — Camille Dodero, The Village Voice
whoa! good to know.
(via villagevoice)
Tonight, I’m putting up my show in NYC for the first time, and one month from now, I’m performing it in Montreal! If you are in NYC, come out!
Unenlightened: 6:30 PM at the PIT: 123 E. 24th St. between Park & Lex $5
I posted on Facebook once “I’m too old to care what you think”. And it’s true. I do not concern myself with what others think. But it doesn’t have to do with age. It has to do with me taking my entire life and now making a choice to give. When you seek validation / approval from others, you are…
Fred Allen (fomer Death House Captain) in W. Herzog’s “Into the Abyss”
These are the final words of the movie. Stunning.
(via chrisroberti)
I am obsessed with this video. It just opens my heart wider and wider each time I watch it.
mama gena + danielle laporte = yes.
Their Q: “How do you want to feel?”
My A: free
TODAY I QUIT
TODAY I QUIT looking for everything that’s wrong, everything that needs to be fixed, everything I need to change about me, you, and them.
TODAY I look for all the good in everywhere I am, everyone I’m with, everything I have, and everything I am.
I have been forever trying to get where I wanted to be by creating huge maps. Okay, I’m at A and I want to get to F! So, I’ll go to B, then C, then D, then E, and then finally F.
When there is actually a road that leads straight to f.
But that road demands that I be a really amazing driver. Am i even a good enough driver? What if i am on that road and I get my tires stuck in the dirt, and no one even knows I’m out there? (and I die) Or what if a deer runs in front of me? (and I die) Is there even running water nearby? (thirsty already!)
Because it isn’t exactly a paved road. No one else has travelled it. How could they have?
It’s my road.
When I decided at age 21 that actually, there was something I wanted to be when I grew up. I wanted to be an actress. But, what did I have on my resume? A few roles from college. So I better stay in Nashville. Get involved in community theater. Build up my resume. Create a 5-year-plan. And then I’d finally be good enough, and have enough experience to move to New York City.
I told my plan to my cousin Brooksie and she laughed at me. “You could be dead in five years!”
So I went straight to F. And moved up here. And within two months I was performing stand-up comedy at Don’t Tell Mama in the theater district.
(I could learn from 21-year-old me!)
What if, by taking that unpaved road, I become the really amazing driver I want to be?
And what if that’s really the only way to become the kind of driver….. or just person….. I really want to be?
(Oh, and either way, I will die. May as well be glorious, with deer and mountains and 4-wheel drive.)
