same song, different melody

digital producer, swimming, hockey, music.

generally lame, sometimes awesome.
Moving is hard work. #parker

Moving is hard work. #parker

Brooklyn’s newest (and cutest) resident! #parker

Brooklyn’s newest (and cutest) resident! #parker

Accepted the #icebucketchallenge from @thetracytran and @an_gelic today. Video was too long but here’s a pic from amused spectators (my mother). @danomak, @krissilum, and @zwaytran are up!!

Accepted the #icebucketchallenge from @thetracytran and @an_gelic today. Video was too long but here’s a pic from amused spectators (my mother). @danomak, @krissilum, and @zwaytran are up!!

Happy birthday to my main man!! 🎉🍸🎂 (at Market Table)

Happy birthday to my main man!! 🎉🍸🎂 (at Market Table)

Rounding out an awesome weekend with some awesome BBQ #omnomnom (at BBQ Texas Style  - Hudson Valley - The Round Up Texas BBQ)

Rounding out an awesome weekend with some awesome BBQ #omnomnom (at BBQ Texas Style - Hudson Valley - The Round Up Texas BBQ)

Not a bad way to spend saturday.  (at East Hudson Highland Trails)

Not a bad way to spend saturday. (at East Hudson Highland Trails)

Melodys first camping trip! (at Clarence Fahnestock State Park)

Melodys first camping trip! (at Clarence Fahnestock State Park)

Contemplative. #parker 😻

Contemplative. #parker 😻

humansofnewyork:

“Up until I was a teenager, I’d been one of his favorites. We were always playing sports together. But soon after I came to America, we stopped talking. I think there was something missing on both sides. I don’t think I felt loved enough by him. I don’t think he felt that I was grateful enough for all that he’d done for me. A few years ago, I started trying to get in touch. But he’d never return my calls. So one day I just went back to France and knocked on his door. I hadn’t spoken to him in fourteen years. The only reason I knew he still lived there was that his name was on the mailbox. He didn’t even recognize me when he opened the door. He thought I was selling something. He said: ‘Can I help you with something?’ I said: ‘Dad, it’s me. Jimmy.’”“What were his reasons for not talking to you for fourteen years?”“I don’t know.”“Do you think he was hurt by you?”“I don’t know. But next time I talk to him, I’m going to say: ‘Some guy in Central Park asked me some questions. And I’m wondering if you could answer them.’”

humansofnewyork:

“Up until I was a teenager, I’d been one of his favorites. We were always playing sports together. But soon after I came to America, we stopped talking. I think there was something missing on both sides. I don’t think I felt loved enough by him. I don’t think he felt that I was grateful enough for all that he’d done for me. A few years ago, I started trying to get in touch. But he’d never return my calls. So one day I just went back to France and knocked on his door. I hadn’t spoken to him in fourteen years. The only reason I knew he still lived there was that his name was on the mailbox. He didn’t even recognize me when he opened the door. He thought I was selling something. He said: ‘Can I help you with something?’ I said: ‘Dad, it’s me. Jimmy.’”
“What were his reasons for not talking to you for fourteen years?”
“I don’t know.”
“Do you think he was hurt by you?”
“I don’t know. But next time I talk to him, I’m going to say: ‘Some guy in Central Park asked me some questions. And I’m wondering if you could answer them.’”