Well it''s not really today anymore, it's more like Monday the 18th, I funeraled. In my life I've been to a lot of funeral's, and while they are generally one of the most tragic depressing display of human emotions, you can find SOME good in them. You can learn things about the deceased you never would have known otherwise, stories take place, love is shared family and friends come together for a rememberence of a great person. I just think there is a love at funeral's we don't get anywhere else, enemies lay down there arms, old memories we once forgot are fresh in our heads and the tears in our faces, are just as beautiful as they are heartbreaking. While I will never think of a funeral as a happy place, I can accept it, as almost a necessity, where I can grieve, where I can love. A place where hearts are truly sparked into action. Families, who haven't talked in years come together. To learn the things about my aunt that I did, I, just don't have the words to describe this feeling of sorrow, and pride mixed together...
R.I.P. Auntie Louise "Deegee" Howard, I, Our family, your friends, your students, and the community loves you. Thank you for being a part of my life.
Thursday, July 21, 2011
Saturday, July 16, 2011
The Deathly Hollows Killed my Childhood
Right now I'm sitting outside after having watched the ending of what people are calling an "Era." What a beautiful "ERA" it was too, Toy Stories 1. 2 and 3, spanned over several years, The landmark Lord of the Rings movies, destroying the box office, the Hangover 1 & the How not to make a sequel, Hangover 2. Oh, yeah and there was that book series started by a malevolent writer, named J.K. Rowling.... What was it called... Harry Potter.
THIS IS NOT A REVIEW... IT'S MORE AN OBITUARY...
You see as a little kid I loved a certain Disney movie, the catch phrase "To Infinity and Beyond" had stuck with me a long time, (I also think Cowboys V.S. Aliens is based off of it) I loved those talking toys. Heck I thought I WAS Andy. And then they made a sequel to the Toy Story franchise called, Toy story 2(How creative can you get Pixar?) And that also caught my attention, once again as Andy, I watched "MY" toys take off on another adventure to save Woody...
At around the same time I had picked up a book, well I can't recall how I got it, but everyone found it on their own in one way or another, that ever childish, ever magical realm of Hogwarts: School of Witch Craft and Wizardry. To me, reading about Harry Potter, the boy who lived fighting against this Darklord, even though he was a kid, NO, HE WAS MY AGE (and that's what got me) I would re read the first book, almost daily, and as I grew so did The story telling, the realm that I loved so much. The realm that I wished I could be a part of. I read as he defeated a Basilisk, as he saved his Godfather, Fought Dragons, Watched the only chance he had of a normal father figure die, Watched his Mentor die, Year after Year, deed after deed, death after death, I was trapped in a world not my own. But I felt alone in my love for it.
And then it happened, Suddenly I wasn't a kid, I wasn't a teen reading these books, watching these movies, I was an adult immersing myself into what would be the last bit of my childhood dying... At first it was Toy Story 3, it came out in theaters when I was 18, all the adults around me told me I was too old (TOO OLD WTF IS THAT?) I shouldn't go to see a child's movie without my little brother(I Showed them didn't I?) I refused to believe that this was the beginning to the end of my childhood. Shortly thereafter I met a girl who, loved Harry Potter probably more then I did, and then the people around me started coming out of their little HP insignia'd Closets, I was surrounded by friends, who loved this mystic universe just like me.
HP: and the Deathly Hollows Part 1 came out, and I was too poor to see it opening night, hell, I was too poor to see it in theaters, I could only wait until i watched n my laptop about two months ago and watching Dobby die, brought back those tears I hadn't had siince I was a (Dare I say it?) child... me, a "Grown man" crying I laughed at myself.
Part 2 decided to come out on July 14 a few weeks after I was a Groomsmen at one of my best friends weddings, and I refused to let anyone stop me from seeing it opening night, I bought my ticket so fast the flash would have been shocked. the 7th came around and my Great aunt dies, I left for LA, almost as fast as I bought that ticket, leaving it behind. Needles to say that day was not a very Happy one for me. I was in LA, ticketless, with a family who didn't understand my ... obsession to see a movie opening night(A MOVIE!!? WTF?)
I procured a ticket to the midnight showing, and when I got there I realized, I was friendless.
The movie of my childhood, that had brought many of my friends closer to me, and I was seeing it alone. This, THIS, was the wand in my side... I was an alone adult man, watching his childhood die before him and there was no one there to help me.
The Deathly Hollows killed me, and even at the point where Harry Snapped the Elder wand in half and I yelled "READ THE F***KING BOOK" I refuse to give up the child in me, that so loved these books, the child that has seen every movie in the theaters except 6 & part 1(Both were due to money)
I love the child in me, the one that can still cry (I'm now going to watch Toy Story 3 on Netflix:) )
THIS IS NOT A REVIEW... IT'S MORE AN OBITUARY...
You see as a little kid I loved a certain Disney movie, the catch phrase "To Infinity and Beyond" had stuck with me a long time, (I also think Cowboys V.S. Aliens is based off of it) I loved those talking toys. Heck I thought I WAS Andy. And then they made a sequel to the Toy Story franchise called, Toy story 2(How creative can you get Pixar?) And that also caught my attention, once again as Andy, I watched "MY" toys take off on another adventure to save Woody...
At around the same time I had picked up a book, well I can't recall how I got it, but everyone found it on their own in one way or another, that ever childish, ever magical realm of Hogwarts: School of Witch Craft and Wizardry. To me, reading about Harry Potter, the boy who lived fighting against this Darklord, even though he was a kid, NO, HE WAS MY AGE (and that's what got me) I would re read the first book, almost daily, and as I grew so did The story telling, the realm that I loved so much. The realm that I wished I could be a part of. I read as he defeated a Basilisk, as he saved his Godfather, Fought Dragons, Watched the only chance he had of a normal father figure die, Watched his Mentor die, Year after Year, deed after deed, death after death, I was trapped in a world not my own. But I felt alone in my love for it.
And then it happened, Suddenly I wasn't a kid, I wasn't a teen reading these books, watching these movies, I was an adult immersing myself into what would be the last bit of my childhood dying... At first it was Toy Story 3, it came out in theaters when I was 18, all the adults around me told me I was too old (TOO OLD WTF IS THAT?) I shouldn't go to see a child's movie without my little brother(I Showed them didn't I?) I refused to believe that this was the beginning to the end of my childhood. Shortly thereafter I met a girl who, loved Harry Potter probably more then I did, and then the people around me started coming out of their little HP insignia'd Closets, I was surrounded by friends, who loved this mystic universe just like me.
HP: and the Deathly Hollows Part 1 came out, and I was too poor to see it opening night, hell, I was too poor to see it in theaters, I could only wait until i watched n my laptop about two months ago and watching Dobby die, brought back those tears I hadn't had siince I was a (Dare I say it?) child... me, a "Grown man" crying I laughed at myself.
Part 2 decided to come out on July 14 a few weeks after I was a Groomsmen at one of my best friends weddings, and I refused to let anyone stop me from seeing it opening night, I bought my ticket so fast the flash would have been shocked. the 7th came around and my Great aunt dies, I left for LA, almost as fast as I bought that ticket, leaving it behind. Needles to say that day was not a very Happy one for me. I was in LA, ticketless, with a family who didn't understand my ... obsession to see a movie opening night(A MOVIE!!? WTF?)
I procured a ticket to the midnight showing, and when I got there I realized, I was friendless.
The movie of my childhood, that had brought many of my friends closer to me, and I was seeing it alone. This, THIS, was the wand in my side... I was an alone adult man, watching his childhood die before him and there was no one there to help me.
The Deathly Hollows killed me, and even at the point where Harry Snapped the Elder wand in half and I yelled "READ THE F***KING BOOK" I refuse to give up the child in me, that so loved these books, the child that has seen every movie in the theaters except 6 & part 1(Both were due to money)
I love the child in me, the one that can still cry (I'm now going to watch Toy Story 3 on Netflix:) )
Friday, July 15, 2011
WHOblogz
Ladies and Gentlemen,
For the first time in what seems like ages, I have started a blog. I tried to awhile back, and failed to post anything, I just didn't feel it. I've always loved writing, I could never find the motivation. I don't know how to start this, or how deep to get on the first blog. However I would like to state my... excitement, for actually blogging, along with Tumblr and my video blog on youtube, I hope to become at least a weakly asset to someones dull weekly life.
The chances of that happening are about the same as a T-rex coming to eat Justin Bieber, which if I may say so NEEDS to happen. Anyways, My name is Paris Antonio Howard. I hath Blogged for the first time. Which leads me to the question, WHOBLOGS these days anyways?
-Live Laugh Love <3
For the first time in what seems like ages, I have started a blog. I tried to awhile back, and failed to post anything, I just didn't feel it. I've always loved writing, I could never find the motivation. I don't know how to start this, or how deep to get on the first blog. However I would like to state my... excitement, for actually blogging, along with Tumblr and my video blog on youtube, I hope to become at least a weakly asset to someones dull weekly life.
The chances of that happening are about the same as a T-rex coming to eat Justin Bieber, which if I may say so NEEDS to happen. Anyways, My name is Paris Antonio Howard. I hath Blogged for the first time. Which leads me to the question, WHOBLOGS these days anyways?
-Live Laugh Love <3
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