MinJungKim.com Braindump v 6.0 Gah. I’m still doing this?

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18 June 2004 @ 7pm

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GMail Invitations for Bloodlines Submissions Donations.

Pretty straightforward.

Donate some bones to support Bloodlines.
Get an Gmail invite in return.

Don’t read this msg and still comment spam a request with a) no Father’s day story or b) a donation to support my cause, then don’t be surprised when I don’t respond.

Doy.


8 Comments

Posted by
jason
19 June 2004 @ 1pm

hey, donated to the bloodlines film. great cause. hope to see it sometime. hit me back at my email or aim=hkjasonmadness on the gmail thing


Posted by
Winona
19 June 2004 @ 4pm

Hi Min Jung,

I have 3 GMail invitations to give away. I would like to donate them to your worthy cause (if you’re willing to accept them.)


Posted by
Life and times of an intergalactic rock star
19 June 2004 @ 9pm

Swimming in Gmail invitations
Since I’m swimming in Gmail invitations, I have donated some to Min Jung’s worthy cause. She is helping her friend Jim to raise $225 in order to submit Bloodlines, an extraordinary medical documentary, to the FREDDIE Awards. In exchange for…


Posted by
Phil
21 June 2004 @ 7am

I’ll take option a), although it’s not specifically about *Father’s Day* itself, but… a few years ago I decided my Father & I weren’t close enough so I suggested we have dinner together & we’ve been doing that every six weeks or so ever since. It’s cool to be able to move from knowing your father as a parent to knowing him as a person too. So everybody, go ask your Dad to go to dinner with you now! :-)


Posted by
lisa
21 June 2004 @ 11am

I’ve donated. What a great cause. I’d love a gmail account :) Thanks, and best of luck to Jim!


Posted by
Zed
22 June 2004 @ 9am

So here is my father’s day story. I have 4 children (13, 10, 12, and 8) (Boy , Girl, Boy, Girl) I get woken up with a pile on from all the kids and my wife. They make me french toast in bed and give me all the cool crafts they made me in school this year. Some very cool stuff I might add. ‘

So after all this we decide to go to the park and play some soccer as a family. ( I haven’t played in quite awhile) after the women succesfully kicked mine and the boys butts. We went for some ice cream at Mickey D’s. So I’m feeling all happy and daddy like and decide we should all go to the driving range. (I haven’t done this in 12 years). So 3 hours later and about 500 golf balls we go home have a little BBQ around the firepit and all go to bed.

This would have to be the best Fathers’d Day I can remember. So anyway here’s the funny thing (funny to my kids not me) I woke up Monday morning and couldn’t even get outta bed, cause I threw out my back. Now for 2 days I’ve had my 8 year old daughter teasing me on how she did everything I did on Sunday and she feels fine.

So that’s my Father’s Day story.

cheers,

Zed


Posted by
Aristus
30 June 2004 @ 11am

After we’d had dinner last Dad’s Day and he pulled me outside for a cigarette and some talk. My Dad is a vet, he didn’t volunteer, but it led to his meeting my mother in LA when he was back in port. So he’s always been conflicted and never talked about it to us kids. But that day was the first we’d all been together in a long time. I guess… well it just started coming out.

He told me about the peace he’d found in Mom. And he talked of things I hope I will never see. He told me about pulling a hangfire back out of the gun and holding it in his hands. A hangfire is a bullet that didn’t go off. Now picture this bullet weighs ninety pounds. Picture it not going off in the gun turret of a ship you didn’t ask to be in. You put it in there, pull the lever and… nothing. Now you have to open that whitehot breech and throw a ninety-pound hangfire over the side of that ship you didn’t ask to be in, never knowing if the damn thing will go off. He told me about listening to old World War Two vets and their pride in doing that same scary stuff. About how he had to get out of uniform when he came home. About how his nightmares were just now fading; and that he can’t decide if it means he’s healing, or just getting old.

I didn’t really say anything but I wanted to laugh and cry at once. So sometimes hugging each other and sometimes kind of looking away, we kept walking down the street. Warm rains passed over us but it didn’t matter.


Posted by
AmrooT
27 October 2004 @ 10am

Hi , can you please send me an invitation if you had any left ? I would really appreciate it if you do send me one !
Thanks in advance :)


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