Dear Jake Vale,
Today, I saw the videos you posted where you “pranked” teenage girls by running up behind them, grabbing them around the waist, and then running away with them while they were trying to get into VidCon. I’m one of the people who was instantly upset and disgusted by your behavior,…
This is so horrifying. I can’t believe this poor family had to go through this.
My Sister Paid Progressive Insurance to Defend Her Killer In Court
I’ve been sending out some impertinent tweets about Progressive Insurance lately, but I haven’t explained how they pissed me off. So I will do that here as succinctly as possible. There’s a general understanding that says, “insurance companies— oh they’re awful,” but since Progressive turned their shit hose on my late sister and my parents, I’ve learned some things that really surprised me.
I’ll try to cleave to the facts. On June 19, 2010, my sister was driving in Baltimore when her car was struck by another car and she was killed. The other driver had run a red light and hit my sister as she crossed the intersection on the green light.
I am so fucking sad to hear about David Rakoff’s death. I last saw him when we both performed in Rachel Shukert’s “Everything’s Coming Up Moses” at 92Y (he played God), and, despite his sincere belief in the power of negative thinking, he was just the most positive, uplifting person to be around — excited and encouraging about other people’s lives and projects, outwardly lighthearted about his own deteriorating condition. I remember thinking, “If I am ever faced with a life-threatening illness, I want to confront it like that.” David Fucking Rakoff. I wish I’d known him better. What a loss.
Just thinking about how much I love Molly Peck. She paints these amazing portraits and sends them to unsuspecting subjects in the mail. She doesn’t do commissions, because she only paints things that make her happy. You should look at her work and fall in love with her, too. www.mollypeck.com
One million percent awesome.
today has been utter crap. I was showering and my buzzer went. I almost didn’t answer it for fear of who might be buzzing but i did and it turned out it was Canada Post with the painting Molly did of me.
that picked my spirits up. 3 1/2 hours after starting to unpackage it I finally got to see how amazing it is (molly doesn’t eff around about packing) and you know, you hear photographers complain all the time about how the web steals the power from their shots by being flat and variable—this painting is amazing to look at in person.
it’s also timely because this painting she titled “just beyond the darkest hour” arrives on a day when i’m trying to figure out how to not just hide under my bed and shut the world off.
maybe it’s weird to have a painting of yourself at the height of one of your great depressions hanging on your wall, but for me, it’s a reminder how dark it can get and now every time i look at it i can know where i don’t want to go and put up more of a fight.
as a plus she sent me three nice reflectors. She meant them as foam core insulation for the painting but you can bet your ass they will be bouncing light onto some beautiful girl’s freckled shoulders sometime soon.
thanks molly. this means a lot more than i can say.