Lost in New York? The streets are numbered! How’d you get lost in New York? I know it’s kind of stupid to complain about a movie that came out 17 years ago, but I wasn’t a comedian back then, so I have to do it now. I wish I’d been. I wish I’d been a Def Jam comic when that movie came out. I would have torn it to pieces.
Virtual supermarkets are popping up in subway stations in South Korea, where commuters can virtually shop for items while waiting for the train to come. Customers simply scan an item’s QR code using the free “Homeplus” app and can have it delivered to their doorstep before they even get home. Ranked as the 2nd most hard-working country in the world to Japan, South Korea is rewarding its workers with this timesaving gem.
Wow! I kinda love this idea.
Whenever anyone looks askance when I tell ‘em who we sold The Barbarian Group to, I mention this project. Cheil Worldwide, Seoul, South Korea.
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The ceiling was green. I was lying awake. Several bags of drugs draining slowly into my blood stream. Music in my ears but an odd silence both within me and beyond. The music attempting to hide me from it or it from me. I know this green well. It isn’t pretty or soothing. It’s just green. It means your connected, not to the world, but to a place the secludes you from it. The bed moves slowly as my body shifts. The room is warm. Your stuck in your street clothes because its too late to switch to a gown. It’s uncomfortable. It always takes a few days to get the temperature where you want it. Your stomach aches. You’re sick. You know it. You feel it. You live it. You’re sick. It’s been days of feeling ill. You’re tired. You’re exhausted. You’re sick. You’re sick of being tired. You’re tired of being sick. You’re sick and tired.
When you were first diagnosed, you never thought it would be like this. Not better, not worse. Different. Your fears were misplaced. They begin to align. The deeper you get the closer you are to it. You learn your body. You listen to it. You listen carefully. Patiently. You listen. You wait. You hope. Maybe today will be better. Please let today be better. Please.
You look at your life as a whole. It’s a complete disaster. It’s falling apart as you watch. As you wait. As you hope to survive. Things break. Your body breaks. Truths are revealed. Friends are lost. Bills accumulate. Minds wander. Problems persist. Life continues. The world moves on. You look forward. Hoping for a light. Something to hold on to. Something. Something to look forward to. A day when you won’t have this plague. This disease. This haunting disease inside you. When you will live in a body that isn’t killing itself. When you can walk outside unafraid of the world. When you can make drastic changes in your life. When you can cut ties and walk away. When you can pack up and move on. Start a fresh life with your love. You look for a path to your future. You look for something. Anything. Please. Anything. You keep looking. You will always keep looking but you’re learning. You’re deep into it. You’re closer to it. You realize it. You have cancer. You have leukemia. You are fighting and planning to save your life. There are no guarantees anymore. The light that you hoped to find is lost. You’re lost. You’re scared. Petrified as you discuss your mortality. Your life. Your death. Not with any certainty but statistically. You hang on to your hope but with new and growing concerns. The deeper you get the further you wish to be. The closer you are the further you wish to be. Your life may be plagued by this disease. It may claim your life. It may do this despite everything you have done. Despite every ounce of pain you endured. It may take you regardless. It may not. You may walk away cured. You may never relapse. Ever. You might win. You might live. Happily. Forever. After. You have to push. Push harder. Push harder. You clench your jaw. You bleed. You press on. You fight because its life that you lose. You fight for a future you imagine. You fight for the relief you hope to feel. For the love you have to give. For the dreams that cloud your mind. You fight despite the light. You fight not because you’re a fighter. You fight because you’re a survivor.