I'm Melissa. This is where I write things down and share new things. Sometimes I even post cute pictures of cats...
if you're looking for my portfolio,
it can be found here, or by clicking any of the links across the top of this page.
I just moved back to Ohio after living in the central valley of California for almost three years. People still mention that I'm all grown up and keep asking how being an adult is going, but I really don't know what they're referring to.
I'm officially a (self-proclaimed) curator -- OF GIFS. GIF CONNOISSEUR. Check it out. My GIF blog even made it to buzzfeed once.
ONE MORE CHECK OFF MY LIFELONG INTERNET TO-DO LIST.
Albums of note UPCOMING/2011/2010/2009
A list of albums from the year that had staying power. Not a top album list, because I haven't heard every album, so that just seems a bit silly to me -- the whole "of the year" thing... although I suppose in my own mind that's what they are...
a place where I keep things that are already memories and store things that are currently in my life that will inevitably become memories. Vague enough?
Vestiges of a Life Soon Forgotten
A photographic series devoted to images taken in and around my apartment where I lived for 3 years in college. I moved out for good in December 2009.
photobooth documentation of sketches i have done and/or found.
Monthly Self Portrait Series
This was a short-lived project that sometimes shows up without warning again on my feed, but definately cannot be considered an "on-going" thing.
My New California Life
What started as an essay series about my experiences living on the left coast turned into a general account of my life here -- through words, photos and other ephemera.
jef etters tips of the day
Jef Etters was a colleague of mine who gave me life tips on a daily basis via a telephone call from a rotary phone. I would then transcribe the tips and post them here for the benefit of all mankind. He didn't know what tumblr was (nor does he now), but he did want to share all his wisdom with the world. enjoy.
PLEASE NOTE: Jef did finally get free long-distance after 7pm EST and will occasionally call to give me tips to transcribe. Be on the look out, it'll change your life.
Funny and or poignant things I feel the need to share with the world via screen capture. This project carries on with the luck that the internet will continue to bring the lulz. I think the odds are in our favor.
Video chat with a faraway friend.
Feed a homeless person.
Day 9 turned into an activity that occured on day 10. This is due to the fact that I’d decided it would be fun to video chat with a friend I’d made on Tumblr who I’d never spoken to (aside from on the internet). I decided to ask Shannon, a girl from Indiana who shares a lot of my interests. We ended up not being able to schedule our conversation until Saturday evening (after a re-schedule), but ended up having almost an hour long chat about our plans and what we’d been doing lately. I got to meet her two cats and she got to meet mine. It was really nice to get to know her a little better than I’ve been able to from just reading her blog. We even made tentative plans to meet up when I go back to Ohio at Thanksgiving.
Day 10 was a challenge I was looking forward to, and I knew exactly where I was going to go and what I wanted to do. After working all morning and being lucky enough to have been provided a delicious lunch, I headed North to the only Chick-fil-a in town. When I got off the highway, I looked closely at all the medians to see if a man I’d given all the change in my car to a few days before was there. He was. His name is Dave and when I gave him a few quarters and nickles more than a week before, we talked while I waited at the red light. He told me how he was trying to get enough for a spicy chicken sandwich (his favorite) at the Chick-fil-a across the street. He thanked me for my contribution as the light changed and offered a bible verse. He waved as I pulled away.
I couldn’t stop thinking about Dave for the next few days. When I knew this challenge was coming up, I wanted to try and get Dave his favorite sandwich. After I made it to the North side, and confirmed he was there, I headed to the parking lot. I walked inside only to realize there were many different ways people liked their chicken sandwiches, and hoped he wasn’t allergic to anything. I decided on the deluxe with a side of waffle fries, a lemonade and a slice of cheesecake. The person taking my order said what I’d just chosen was their favorite meal on the menu. I told her that it was the man standing in the intersection’s favorite sandwich and that I’d wanted to give him lunch that day. The woman paused and looked into my eyes and said, “You mean Dave?”
Apparently Dave eats at Chick-fil-a at least once a week when he can get enough money. Another employee told me that he always makes sure Dave gets some extra fries, even if he didn’t order any. They both agreed that he’s a pleasant man who likes to talk about his faith and never makes a fuss or leaves a mess when he visits the restaurant. I asked for a $10 gift card and put it in the bag as well. I took a few ketchup packets and napkins and headed out the door. The woman who had taken the order smiled and told me she wished more people would do such simple things then asked me to please come again.
I was planning to drive by and hand him the food out the window, but I had this overwhelming urge to walk up to him and deliver the bag of food and drink. He can’t be very old, maybe 45 or 50 with salt-and-pepper hair. His skin is dark and wrinkled, like he’d spent many years out working in the sun. Though it was hot, he wore a flannel shirt and jeans with work boots and a cap. I pushed the button for the cross walk and waited. Dave was focused on the cars approaching from the freeway exit as I stepped from the curb and into the street. I came up behind him and said “Excuse me, Dave?” He was visibly startled as he turned around. I handed him the lemonade first then he put down the cardboard sign he held to take the bag from me. He looked confused and asked “Do I know you?” I said no, but that I’d talked to him here last week and that I wanted to make sure he got his sandwich. He was quiet.
After a long pause, he simply said “God bless you, I appreciate this very much.” I told him to be careful and hurried back across the street before the light changed as he turned back toward the great heard of automobiles before him.
I’ve worked with homeless people before, and have found that most of the time when someone takes a moment to speak to them and look them in the face, it helps them feel like a person again. I’ve spoken to several homeless people who’ve told me they felt invisible and useless because no one even acknowledges them. It is uncomfortable, and sometimes frightening, but it’s necessary that we help our neighbors remember that they’re not second-class citizens because they’ve fallen on hard times. I feel this is a very important act and try to be friendly and giving as much as I possibly can.
This has been my favorite challenge so far. I think I’ll try and do things of this nature on a more regular basis.