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KING OF KONG ARCADE
Not sure if you know this, but there is a King of Kong-themed arcade in the Orlando International Airport. Billy Mitchell himself owns it, which I should have realized when every single t-shirt there only featured Billy Mitchell quotes.
For those of you who have no idea what I’m talking about, King of Kong is a documentary about classic video game subculture. It’s one of the best movies I’ve ever seen.
The arcade did have a Donkey Kong game but it was broken. Just like Billy’s soul.
Oh man, now I really can’t wait to visit my mom and go laugh at this. It will make flying into an airport where everyone is a tourist and traveling with children much more tolerable.
i saw Billy Mitchell once at the Milwaukee airport, and it was amazing! he had full fluffy hair and was carrying around a trophy.
Incidentally, this is pretty much the same method I use to ask guys out
What do you think… does the ‘alot’ refer to a Farmville addiction or straight up hard core porn?
Two weeks ago I got a call from my doctor, who I’d gone to see the day before because I’d been feeling worn out and was losing weight, and wasn’t sure why.
He was brief: “Amit, you’ve got Acute Leukemia. You need to enter treatment right away.”
I was terrified. I packed a backpack full of clothes, went to the hospital as he’d instructed, and had transfusions through the night to allow me to take a flight home at 7am the next day. I Googled acute leukemia as I lay in my hospital bed, learning that if it hadn’t been caught, I’d have died within weeks.
I have a couple more months of chemo to go, then the next step is a bone marrow transplant. As Jay and Tony describe below, minorities are severely underrepresented in the bone marrow pool, and I need help.
A few ways to help:
- If you’re South Asian, get a free test by mail. You rub your cheeks with a cotton swab and mail it back. It’s easy.
- If you’re in NYC, you can go to this event my friends are putting on.
- If you know any South Asians (India, Pakistan, Bangladesh, Nepal, Bhutan, Maldives, or Sri Lanka), please point ‘em to the links above. Thank you.
My friend Amit Gupta founded my favorite photography site Photojojo. A few weeks ago, he was diagnosed with leukemia. Amit is one of the nicest, most genuine, most creative people you could ever meet. Prior to founding the awesome Photojojo, he also co-founded Jelly in 2006 in NYC, a coworking community, that’s now spread to 60 cities across the world and helped spark the coworking revolution. It looks like Amit will need a bone marrow transplant quite soon. We can help him with that.
Unlike blood transfusions, finding a genetic match for bone marrow that his body will accept is no easy task. The national bone marrow registry has 9.5 million records on file, yet the chances of someone from South Asian descent of finding a match are only 1 in 20,000.
This is where we come in. We’re going to destroy those odds.
How? By finding and registering as many people of South Asian descent as we possibly can.
Tests are easy– a simple swab of the cheek. If you’re a match, the donation involves an outpatient procedure. It’s not fun, but it’s not dangerous either. And doing it could save a life.
We are encouraging anyone of South Asian descent to take a test to see if you’re a match.
We’ll have test kits on hand at the party, as well as music, booze, and maybe even a photo booth. It will, for the first time, combine a House 2.0-style party with a New Work City-style party, and if you’ve ever been to either, you know they are always something special.
Please spread the word and please do everything you can to help Amit beat leukemia. He’s a superstar.
Much thanks to Tony and pals for organizing this event, and EVERYONE who’s been tweeting and reblogging.
Please help get the word out any way you can. My life quite literally depends on it.
Note to applicants:
Don’t list your hairdresser as a reference
Two tall glasses
right hand covering mouth
left arm latched
across robust stomach
The man sits
watches the presentation
focuses on the logo
crawling across the powerpoint
under white table cloth
She leans in
splits a muffin
in half with a fork
passes under passing glances
to the suit on her right
They are discussing
in muffled voices
the importance of the Sierra Club
As the line forms
By the microphone
For question and answer
her arm brushes
the unsteady stem
of a glass
And he wishes
it would spill
spread orange juice
like blood on the sidewalk
oil in the oceans
sweat soaking into the motel bed-sheet
of her room last night
(her hair in tangles
clumsy, making faces
She spills nothing now
(brushes brushed hair
behind her cool, unflushed ear)
behind a hand
at this other man
While his heart pulses
swelling against his wedding ring
The crowd claps politely
rustles unfamiliar fabric
270 cups of coffee
Two happy people
(and one heart
beating too slowly)