Who knows what we might find...

So I've been really lucky with like the blogtv, livestream, stickam lately. About a week ago was Stickaid, which was amazing. I think I used up a large portion of our internet watching it. 24 hours with Charlie and Miles and whole slew of others, tom milsom, alex day, eddplant (yes I am just listing the Sons of Admirals). But it was a really great event. It raised over 20,000 pounds (for Unicef), which is so amazing. I put it to my friend like this, it was exactly like a full-on TV fundraiser but with people you actually want to see. I would love to watch for the full 24 hours next year, get a group together, make a big thing out of it, seeing as at least 3 others watched it for a bit.

And with the livestream. Andrew Slack did an amazing Late Night Snack with Andrew Slack (which was actually late at night for me because it was about 5am for him). I would jump off a cliff for that man, if he asked us too. Maybe not that dramatic but he is such an amazing speaker and he really believes what he's saying. And it's real too. He was a little mad last night about the people apposing the Muslim community center and the threat of Koran burning (which I mean, fair enough). He doesn't try to sugar coat his opinions.

Things like that, make me amazed that there is such hatred in the world. I think it's unreal that we can still live in a world with racism and homophobia. I think I'm sheltered in my own little world and in a community that contains most people who would never act in this way. I forget sometimes that people have different opinions to my own.

And most of all I try not to judge people too harshly but it's really hard. I know I'm far from perfect. And I know most people are lovely, it's just a few who muck it up.

Until next time
Katherine

Oh, on a completely different topic. The writing is not going too well. I can only write about 200 words at a time and it takes forever. I need to think it out and find out how my beginning meets my end. or change my beginning to meet my end.

Writing is so much more difficult for me than painting or music or sewing. you can't just wing it, you have to be certain. Quoting the adivce I gave my dad, it's all "this is this". Sewing doesn't care if you don't know what you're doing (well, it doesn't mind too much).