God, I hope his name was James. He bought me lunch, you’d think I could make a point of remembering. At this point in Blogathon, however, I’m lucky if I can remember how to use the alphabet.
In any case, James, while appreciating a good snark and laugh as much as the next man, specifically requested that I post something genuinely moving tonight, and as I was sifting through my Tumblr for blog fodder, I found this video, and played it.
And I started to cry.
So here, James. This aught to do it even if you HAVEN’T stayed up all night. Behold one of the living natural treasures of the West Coast, Shane Koyczan, performing his spoken word poetry on Beethoven.
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Thank you for making me discover this! It gave me goosepimples. Hope you won’t mind if I reblog you.
Not at ALL. Shane is a genius. He has a piece on proofreading that is the filthiest, funniest thing you ever heard, and another on a chef who works in a prison that would reduce a stone tablet to sobs.
James did see this…I was looking for the post on the dyslexic graveyard (we wanted to see what you’d done with that, seriously!), and there it was. I think he was moved…he didn’t say anything. :D
The graveyard of the dyslexics I am saving for a time I can do it justice.