A message from Reddit:
My Mom passed away recently, and her partner is flying to New York to go place a rose at her favorite place:
A bench in the south-east corner of Central Park (near apple store). It is close by the carriages, and a small pond.
The favor I’m asking is this: Please print her photo, or only her name (Mynie Schoeman) with RIP after and place it on that bench before 11am Monday morning.
He is flying from South Africa (where I also live) to New york to do this.
He loved my mom dearly, and is utterly broken by her passing.
My thanks in advance, Johan
And an update on that message from Reddit:
UPDATE: Dave saw several pictures placed on benches, and had people talk to him. You have my heartfelt gratitude! Thank you for honoring my mother in such a beautiful way. With love from sunny South Africa.
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Like I splained to you before I’m a people worshiper. I think people should worship people. I really do.
I went out looking for God the other day and I couldn’t pin him.
So I figured if I couldn’t find him I’d look for his stash. His Great Lake of Love that holds the whole world in gear. And when I finally found it I had the great pleasure of finding that people were the guardians of it. Dig that. So with my two times two is four, I figured that if people were guarding the stash of love known as God, then when people swing in beauty they become little gods and goddesses.
And I know a couple of them myself personally. I know you do, too. I think people should worship people.
I like to worship somethin’ I can see, somethin’ I can get my hands on, get my brains on.
I don’t know about that Jehovah cat! I can’t reach him. I don’t know, I’m…
Seemed like every time I found myself in a bind I always, uh, nothing mystic came along to help me, some man or some woman stepped up there, and said, “We’ll help you. We’ll do this. We’ll do that.”
That’s the way it looks to me, so, uh, recently on the San Berdoo Freeway I got hung up in an old junker car goin’ to Las Vegas Nevada. Right in the middle of the freeway during the rush hour it conked out.
Car… rrr, rrr, rrr, rrr drivin’ it… Hrrpp… got a weak clutch… whadda ya doin’ let it in… don’t step on it…
Oh, it was a madhouse, like havin’ lunch in the middle of the Indianapolis Speedway.
About three days went by and finally along came God.
There was two of ‘em. There was a big god and a little god.
They didn’t know me from a… froma. But they pushed and they pulled and they tugged and twisted and they yanked and they gave me every possible assistance in the world and finally got me on my way.
Haven’t seen them since.
But I think that people, I hope I haven’t offended anyone’s religious beliefs, but I think, I think that people should worship people.
I really do.
— Lord Buckley
Transcribed by Earl Rivers
Lord Buckley on Wikipedia
The Oliver Family from Seattle completed 63 tasks proposed by artists given by artists Miranda July and Harrell Fletcher as part of a project called Learning to Love You More. Tasks include “make an educational public plaque,” “braid someone’s hair,” and “spend time with a dying person.”
See reports on all 63 tasks
Via Steph Walker on 50ft.
