SurrenderED

Priceless

This is to all of us...

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ARE YOU AWARE?

The Missing Piece

Family

Friends are the family we choose for ourselves...

"Twanks" A Special Gift from Across the Pond

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Thank you for putting your personal touch and flair into a special tribute to those who have touched your life. We should all be so generous.

Always remember that it is far more productive to give tell someone they have done something right, rather than be critical when they happen to do wrong. We should all be so generous with our words, I have decided to share this very special message with all of you.

You can hear more Twitter Chatter and the voice of Richard Molden at: http://twitter.com/rmolden

The Answer Is No

Dear Elyssa:

Yesterday, you called your Senators and asked them to pass the economic recovery package and retain its health care provisions. Collectively, you made hundreds of calls in less than 24 hours! But from the feedback I've received from you, it's clear that the phone lines are jammed, mostly with Rush Limbaugh fanatics urging a "no" vote.

We need to take this battle to the next level if we want to ensure health care is included in the economic recovery package - and that this package passes at all.


Can you write a letter to your Senators? We're going to print out every letter you write and hand deliver them to Senate offices to make sure your voice is heard.

We've gotten word that Senators on Capitol Hill are working to gut the health care provisions in President Obama's economic recovery plan.

Meanwhile, people all over the country are losing their jobs and their health care. These people desperately need the protections in the economic recovery package that help them retain their family's health insurance. And the entire country needs this bill to pass so we can create jobs and start turning our economy around.

Click to write a letter to your Senators now! We'll hand deliver your message to their offices.

I know I just reached out to you yesterday, but this is urgent! The fate of not only the health care provisions, but the entire economic recovery package is in jeopardy.

Please take a moment to write a letter to your Senators so we can hand deliver them and make sure your voice is heard!

Thank you for all that you do.

To your health,

Levana

YOU WOULD NOT UNDERSTAND

You Would Not Understand

New York, New York.The City That Never Sleeps

I miss New York. I miss my wild, brilliant friends plagued by curiosity, insomnia, and creativity.

In the city, I can disappear. I can peruse the streets at 3 am and still find things to do. If not to do, then things to see. I can stand in the middle of Times Square just reading the Live News Feeds in technicolor, or visit the Internet Cafe just across the street from the Hello Kitty store.

But, I'm getting older now, and I'm not so sure I like it anymore...

~retraction 1/7/2010 ~

I can no longer wake up old friends that actually dare to sleep before the sun comes up.

So while you the world sleeps, I write. I digg. I learn, I question, and I write.

~and I Tweet~ 

To Randall, Wendy, Rob, Robert, Christopher Martin, and a few others that got lost along the way; please know that I still grieve for each and every one of you. I mourn the loss of the friendships we once shared. There is an emptiness in my life that memories & photographs could never fill. I don't have them anymore.

But perhaps most of all, I grieve for my self. I grieve for the person I used to be. The person I almost was. The person I believed I would become. The person you left left behind.

To some: Thanks ForGiving.

To others: Good Luck ForGetting

Elyssa // previously known as "LIz"
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Who knew that loneliness can become a family in its own right? Always there, always familiar. Who would have believed that solitude can become our greatest companion, and that strangers would become our very best friends?I don't think it was ever really about the city, I think it is more about the anonymity. Someplace you can be yourself, and never worry about being judged for being different. I don't fit in here. But to be fair, I don't really fit in anywhere.

Celebrating An Historic American Night: HACKING BACK

The Music City USA Barack Obama Presidential Inaugural Ball

Tuesday January 20, 2009

7:00pm

Millennium Maxwell Hotel Ballroom

Rosa Parks Blvd.

Nashville, Tennessee

"Celebrating An Historic American Night"

Formal Attire Please


Proceeds will be donate to nearly 20 community organizations, services, and institutions: Little League Teams, three Nashville High Schools have been selected, several college scholarship awardees, after school academic enrichment tutoring programs, and youth development programs are just a sample of the wonderful Nashville community groups that will recieve much needed donations of 500, 1000 up to 5000 dollar grants from this marvelous charity celebration.


Tax Deductible Invitations go on sale December 15, 2008. The price is $100.00 per person. Live music, dancing, food, cash bar, eight foot television screens tuned to DC, Obama Memorabilia, personal fun photos with President Obama, slide shows, and America's newest hit dance, "The Music City Obama Slide".

Our Special Guest:

"Bob the Builder"

Yes We Can

Change We Need: Mentor A Child

"I am not too proud to beg for a job or take some free advice if it will help me to get from here to there. I need someone, anyone, willing to give me a chance to prove myself. I need someone to invest in me!

I believe I deserve more out of life than this, and I think that if you knew me, you would think so too. Help become the person I was meant to be. Try to the see the person I could become. I have so much to contribute, but few resources get there. All I want is a chance. All I need is a mentor. Will someone please take the time to invest in me?" -Elyssa Durant, December 16, 2008

From my recent publication:

Morally Bankrupt: How Much Am I Worth?
Help me become the person I was meant to be. Try to the see the person I could become. I have so much to contribute, but few resources get there. I believe I deserve more out of life than this, and I think that if you knew me, you would think so too.
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The Dark Night Returns

Too old to start over.
Too young to give up.


I often wonder why other people can uncover more information about my life than I can... Medical, Financial, Employment,,, even my next door neighbors are not somehow linked through the tiny web we have weave in cyberspace.

I'm a digger. To be clear, that is "digger." I never use the "N" word, and I'm way too proud to marry for money. I love information. I love to find, I love to collect it, but most of all, I love to use it. I love to dissect it, analyze it, formulate new questions and ponder the answers. I love the journey of natural inquiry... never knowing where my racing mind will take me, often surprised surprised by the answer, but always, always intrigued by the things I encounter along the way.

I may set out to find one answer to one question; only to find myself asking a million more.

It keeps me up at night, and allows me to avoid the day. My life is not unexamined, and my thought patterns may be far from typical, but the things I have learned along the way are by far the most intriguing and most unique.

I am not afraid to ask questions, nor am I afraid that I don't have all the answers. But as a digger, I do know that it is the path least taken: the creative, atypical mind that is riddled with creativity, tangential thoughts and questions that often deliver the most interesting answers. But sometimes, it is the answers that deliver us to the most interesting questions.

We often think that questions drive the inquiry-- at least that's what they tell us in school. To use the "scientific method"

And of course, we are trained, and practiced to never, ever color outside the lines. But aren't the best discoveries the ones we weren't searching for? The unexpected gift... the non-occasion. Outside of the box?

Finding my voice has allowed me to appreciate the silence. The hours between dusk and dawn where the rest of the world sleeps and I dig. I dig and I write. I fill the lonely hours with my innermost thoughts, and my very best friend. So as the rest of the world sleeps soundly, surrounded by loved ones in a sanctuary they call home, I fill myself with books, journals and information. Lots and lots of information. I love knowledge. I love the written word.

The beauty is in the every day. The challenge is in the unexpected. Call me crazy if you like (and many have) but I can assure you that there will come a day when all of that R.A.M. will come in handy. I am definitely asking the right questions... and maybe one day you will too.

I never dreamed my life would turn out this way at the age of 35. It seems as though it was over before it even began. My birthday next month has pushed me a little further over the hill, and a little less tied to the past.

I have a strong voice. A powerful voice. I have a story that needs to be told. I am tired of being silenced by the Powers That Beat. I will not be ignored and I will not be forgotten.

And though I may be too old to start over; I am definitely too young to give up.