If we’re talking about dolls, I would be remiss if I left out Bethany Doll, who was made for me by my mother when I was six years old. She has four gorgeous outfits, and part of why I’m so excited about learning how to sew is so I can keep going with what my mom started, and sew more clothes for her.
i haven’t been very active on tumblr of late but i would be remiss if i didn’t acknowledge marissa’s friendliness and guidance when i first joined this site in 2012.
i was in library school at the time and was looking for library-related blogs to follow. marissa followed me, introduced herself, and sent me the link to the tumblarian list. with her guidance i became acquainted with many tumblarian folks with whom i still keep in touch.
we chatted off and on over the years and i was always grateful to her for being so welcoming and making tumblr seem a little less overwhelming. she was the first tumblarian i befriended. i’m truly sad i never got to thank her properly for this. she was a good person.
Yeah, Prednisone really fucking sucks. It is the worst. I felt like shit when I was on it.
Ugh, tell me about it! I feel like it like 90% of the time, but majority of the time, I work really hard to make the best of it. I’m doing what I have to do in hopes of achieving remission and then hopefully, I won’t have to worry about anything for at least a few years.
Being on this stuff has already dashed my dreams of getting into a ring (because of what it does to the bones). But at this point, it’s about survival. It just wasn’t meant to be.
Based off what you said, it sounds like you’re not on it anymore. I’m glad that you’re not! It can be hell, man.
Hi there. It’s been a long while since I’ve taken to this blog to actually write something, but given the events of the last couple of weeks, it would be remiss of me not to.
As many of you know, I am currently working on a Broadway musical, Allegiance, alongside actor, activist, co-Tumblr blogger and all-around badass George Takei. At the intermission of a performance of the Broadway production of In the Heights, he spoke with Allegiance co-creators Jay Kuo and Lorenzo Thione on the helplessness felt by his own father during the internment of Japanese-Americans during World War 2. That was the genesis of what has become our show. I guess that means Lin-Manuel Miranda can watch us whenever the heck he wants (I don’t think we can thank him enough).
In 2009 when I became involved with Allegiance, never did I believe that our show would become as politically and historically relevant as it is proving to be today. I thought, this would be something of a history lesson, showing one family’s fortitude in the midst of harrowing circumstances in this shameful chapter of American history. 120,000 Japanese-Americans, majority of them American citizens, had their constitutional rights egregiously violated. At gunpoint, they were rounded up taking only what they could physically carry. This was the case with George’s family. His mother, with tears streaming down her face, carried the youngest child in one arm and a filled-to-capacity duffel bag in the other while wearing many layers of clothes. There was a massive land grab. Property, businesses and income were taken. Homes and belongings were sold for pennies on the dollar. And when these Americans were released from the camps, they were each only given a bus ticket and $25. Whoops.
When I learned about this dark and embarrassing chapter of history, I thought that there would be no way… no bleeping way this would or could ever happen again. I mean, this was America. Lady Liberty herself welcomes the tired, poor, huddled masses, raising her torch high with the promise of a better life for them. America, where all men were considered equal, and all citizens of this country were protected under the constitution.
Well, it’s starting to look like some people are more equal than others.
After the bombing of Pearl Harbor, every Japanese-American was looked upon with suspicion. What was once this peaceful community suddenly became the enemy, simply because they looked like the people that bombed Pearl Harbor. The old man playing hanafuda (a Japanese card game) was suddenly a spy. The sweet lady hanging laundry was now plotting against Americans.
There was political rhetoric hurled against the Japanese-Americans. The governor of Kansas declared that no Japanese-American was welcome in his state, and the governor of Wyoming threatened that any Japanese-American that made it to his state would be found hanging from every pine tree (interesting… Heart Mountain, where much of Allegiance takes place, is in Wyoming).
Never again, I thought. There was no bleeping way this kind of blatant racism and political rhetoric would ever see the light of day. Not in America, and certainly not in 2015.
Boy, was I ever wrong.
I once naively thought Allegiance would be somewhat escapist art, harkening back to a time long ago and far away, taking us – the actors and the audience – on a journey to a place in time that we would never dream of seeing in our lifetimes. But we were wrong.
That wasn’t lost on me at one performance of Allegiance. As I looked across the Kimura kitchen table to co-stars Chris Nomura and George Takei and looked up at Telly Leung, it dawned on me that this family could’ve been one from Lebanon or Pakistan or Mexico, listening to the president declare war on their homeland. “This will not be good for us. We must keep our heads down.”
As the play went on, more lines and lyrics began to ring like a death knell. “We look like enemy, they see disloyal. They talk of liberty? All empty words. They promise justice for all people? Look around! We are dirt upon the ground.” That’s just from one song, titled Allegiance.
Allegiance is no longer a journey back in time to somewhere now far removed. It is a searing look into what actually happens when fear and racism are fed. It is prescient, and because of that, it is frightening. At least it is to me.
Take a good, hard look at what’s happening now. We can see the signs. It’s happening again. The racist rhetoric? The fear? The lack of political leadership? This is what happens when we bury all that is shameful in history.
You guys probably don’t know this but this little boy means the world to me.
I’ve known him ever since he was in the womb.
He has leukemia.
His name is Camden.
He’s going back into the hospital for more chemo on Monday.
And he really does not want to go.
He just hates to be in the hospital.
So I made this post to show how many people care for him and am going to send it to his mom so she can show it to him.
I want him to know that he will get through it and there are people who care for him and for him to keep being brave.
I’m also making a YouTube video for him so if you want to make a picture of you saying team CAM and send it to me.
My email is firstname.lastname@example.org or kik me at jadeliscio .
So please reblog / like to show your support it would really mean a lot to me. Thankyou
And I’d be remiss if I didn’t mention Mads Mikkelsen once more. While Hugh Dancy’s Will Graham is the ostensible main character for most of the show, and his performance is really good, Mikkelsen operates on a different level. Inheriting a role considered by many to be one of American cinema’s most memorable, he created one of the most enigmatic characters on television, one who galvanizes even as he’s filleting people. It’s not that he bested Anthony Hopkins as much as he made keen alterations to the character: The subtle menace of Mikkelsen bears little resemblance to the lip-smacking histrionics of Hopkins, partially because Hopkins had 18 minutes of screen time to create a character, whereas Mikkelsen had three seasons, and yet they both make the same essential acting choice: They play against the aesthetic of their respective stories. Hopkins’s Hannibal exists in a world culled from the days of Hammer Horror, while Mikkelsen’s pervades a giallo-inspired art piece. Hopkins doesn’t chew scenery as much as he dines on it eloquently, with relish, which wouldn’t work in Hannibal. Had Mikkelsen gone all Shakespearean in a show of already exaggerated sensations, it would’ve been too much. The slight curl of a lip, the steady eyes, the deadpan delivery, the way his hair was parted (seriously, they use his hair as a reflection of his current state throughout the show) – Mikkelsen taps into the black heart of Hannibal’s humor. He’s an ominous presence, with impeccable taste and insatiable lust. He’s the voice in your head telling you to do bad things.
In January 2016, I was unemployed, and my mom was kind of dying (she is in a type of remission now) so I obsessively sat down for 3 weeks - working at least 5-6 hours every day on Adobe Premiere Pro - to piece together a 6-hour film of Dragon Age: Inquisition, meant for an audience who doesn’t play games. I used DAI Cinematic Tools to minimize all UI, and I made a lot of creative decisions regarding seconds of frames, splicing together and cutting out mere seconds of footage or dialogue I thought didn’t fit in the original game. Some scenes are completely re-edited, custom.
People probably haven’t reblogged it much since it’s 6 hours long. Way too long. But still, I try to mention this on my Tumblr every once in a while since it’s probably the hardest and most deeply I have ever worked on any project in my life.
I’m sorry my graphics card wasn’t that great, so there are frame-rate issues.
Alex was laying in the nurses off after he’d been feeling a little sick, and he was feeling incredibly worries. What if the cancer was back? He’d been in remission for three years now and he had finally gotten his life back. He couldn’t lose that now….
He sighed softly as he watched the school nurse talk to another student, then he turned onto his back and stared up at the ceiling. He wished that he had a distraction from his anxiety, but of course, he didn’t. If only he were at home. His parents has just adopted their sixth child, a one year old baby girl named Samantha. She had the most delightful personality and it was hard not to feel happy around her.
He finally sat up, wincing at the pain in his head. If he was lucky, he only has the flu or a cold, and NOT freaking Leukemia again. That was one battle he didn’t want to fight.
sometimes it annoys me that the concept of chronic illness is widely misunderstood.
“ugh. you’re ALWAYS sick.”
“it’s just annoying because we can’t go anywhere sometimes without you wanting to leave because you're ‘sick’ again.”
“she must be faking it because no one can be sick like that all the time.”
Actual quotes from ex-friends or family members who seem to not be able to grasp the term “CHRONIC ILLNESS.”
I’ve spent the better part of the weekend holed up in my room because i’ve felt ill from the symptoms of said chronic illness. Even when we’re supposed to be in remission or we’ve been flaring for 10 months, the point of having a chronic illness is that it’s chronic. repeating. active. it will always be a part of our bodies and lives. why is that so fucking hard to grasp?