An artistic legacy doing good things
Spencer Bell - poet, musician, artist - passed away in December of 2006 from Adrenal Cancer. Here, we keep his artistic legacy alive.
You can also contribute to University of Michigan Adrenal Cancer Research and the
Spencer Bell Endowed fund
The band has come to life. We've now played two shows, a third is coming up Saturday, and a fourth in July. And somewhere in there, we're going to record an album, possibly a separate EP, and get shirts/stickers/buttons made. Our first show was fun. I was so nervous I got nauseous before I took the stage. It was a mix of nerves and adrenaline, really. I used to puke before every show back in my previous bands, it's weird that "tradition" has somewhat continued. We weren't sure how the music…Continue
Hello family. I, again, have had a lot of change happen in my life. As of Sunday April 20, 2014, I no longer work at Whole Foods Market. That was a huge change for me. It's still fresh, it's been 3 days. I feel...excited, free, apprehensive, a little scared, all of the above and a myriad of other emotions I can't seem to explain. While there, I made a lot of friends, lost a few, and got injured TWICE. Right before Thanksgiving last year, I sustained second degree burns and epidermal loss on…Continue
Hello my friends !
It's a long time since I came here and wrote something... I don't like to write in English (because it's again and again porridge you see!) but it's seems I can say so much more things here... so...…Continue
“He is not here anymore, you know.”
“He was never really here to begin with.”
“Do you think he finally went somewhere?”
“He could have gone anywhere.”
“I never knew where he was from.”
“He liked to pretend he was from nowhere.”
“Yet, he never…Continue
I posted this on Facebook, but thought I might share it here, too.
It's that time again! Time to review 2013 and see how things have turned out. According to Chinese New Year standards, this was apparently supposed to be "my year"...but was it? Let's see shall we.
-I DID get a full time job, which I'm very grateful for. It keeps me very busy and it's good to wake up every morning and have a purpose. Of course being so busy most often means that I'm too…Continue
Good news are rare so it ought to be shared !
As most of you know, I am an freelance translator and interpreter , trying to make a name for herself in the translation industry and dear Lord, it is freaking tough !
Especially this year, as September took my grandfather away, and everything seemed to go downhill from there.
However, Life has been working its mysterious ways both teaching me about the only certainties of life and how not to stay sitting on your own…Continue
A week ago, if you had told me that my life would be irrevocably changed because of suicide, I'd have told you that you were crazy.
I wasn't prepared.
I'm still in denial.
I come here because I feel safe here, I feel warmth and love here and because everyone here it seems, has unfortunately been touched by loss.
His name is Justin, and his mom had just died. She was his rock, and the center of his Universe. He'd been depressed all of his life off and on, but when…Continue
Life is a series of unshakeable forevers, unbreakable eras, eternal day-to-days.
When I was young, life was waking up to morning light dappling on the purple walls of my bedroom. Uniform laid out carefully on the chair ready for school. Cereal. Radio in the car on the way to school. Busy, noisy, familiar faces running around busy, noisy familiar buildings. New shoes. Everyone had Kickers, I had PODs. Important, it seemed at the time.
When I was young, life was sitting…Continue
There have been a lot of changes. Subtle changes. But a LOT of them. Comings and goings. New friends gained, old friends fading into obscurity, more or less. I'm a sentimental guy. I'm also a product of my generation. Short attention span. And yet, sentimental. Things seem to be ramping up towards a BIG change, and I don't know what it is, or if I should be excited by that or not. It's a feeling I have in my bones. A gut instinct, so to speak. This life is a blur at the moment. They said…Continue
August 30th I nearly lost my miracle.The little boy God blessed us with was almost killed by a dog.Yes its possible.We were getting ready to take the dog we had been fostering back we noticed there were some issues the main one being that he and Josh our little boy just didn't mesh well.Bruno was scared of Josh.What I didn't expect was that Bruno would attack Josh who simply went to pet him.Suddenly a 75 lb dog was on top of my 30 lb toddler and I felt helpless.Thankfully my beautiful dog…Continue