At 31 years old I have recently rediscovered my passion for martial arts. As a fun after work project I am starting a new blog / website called Martial Arts Ladies. My goal is for it to one day become the largest community and source of inspiring quality content celebrating females in martial arts. Stay tuned!
Once upon a time Diane Sullivan asked Garner Presser out on a date. One date quickly became two dates, then three dates, then suddenly there was hand holding and quick smooches, Garner nervously saying “I love you” and Diane saying it back, followed by more hand holding, trips to Zion, trips to San Francisco, a puppy named Cooper, more “I love yous,” pillow forts, Christmas videos and lots of deep stares into one another’s eyes. Now we have been married since September 2017.
Garner recently finished his first novel, Louder is Better, and is currently looking for an agent to help get it published.
This is my amazing Team from the UNLV eSports Lab. The class was focused around how to attract millennials into casinos. I learned so much about the world of gamers, designing experiences for a target demographic, and team work. Most importantly I met a group of very smart, good, and inspiring people who also love ramen!
Fun fact: Nancy Tran, from our Team, started the largest female League of Legends video game group on Facebook with approximately 50,000 members. She is also a professional streamer.
In my next life I want to be an elementary school teacher! Mostly because my elementary school teach, Mrs. McKaren, was the best ever. From teaching English in Beijing to volunteering at an engineering school for kids in Vegas, I have always enjoyed being around little humans with big spirits. If you ever need help at an event or a babysitter, please let me know!
“I do things like get in a taxi and say, ‘The library, and step on it.’”
– Infinite Jest (1996)
“Everything takes time. Bees have to move very fast to stay still.” – Brief Interviews with Hideous Men (1999)
“Fiction is one of the few experiences where loneliness can be both confronted and relieved. Drugs, movies where stuff blows up, loud parties — all these chase away loneliness by making me forget my name’s Dave and I live in a one-by-one box of bone no other party can penetrate or know. Fiction, poetry, music, really deep serious sex, and, in various ways, religion — these are the places (for me) where loneliness is countenanced, stared down, transfigured, treated.”
“Every love story is a ghost story.”
Harlem by Langston Hughes
What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore—
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over—
like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.
Or does it explode?
Kindness by Naomi Shihab Nye
Before you know what kindness really is
you must lose things,
feel the future dissolve in a moment
like salt in a weakened broth.
What you held in your hand,
what you counted and carefully saved,
all this must go so you know
how desolate the landscape can be
between the regions of kindness.
How you ride and ride
thinking the bus will never stop,
the passengers eating maize and chicken
will stare out the window forever.
Before you learn the tender gravity of kindness,
you must travel where the Indian in a white poncho
lies dead by the side of the road.
You must see how this could be you,
how he too was someone
who journeyed through the night with plans
and the simple breath that kept him alive.
Before you know kindness as the deepest thing inside,
you must know sorrow as the other deepest thing.
You must wake up with sorrow.
You must speak to it till your voice
catches the thread of all sorrows
and you see the size of the cloth.
Then it is only kindness that makes sense anymore,
only kindness that ties your shoes
and sends you out into the day to mail letters and purchase bread,
only kindness that raises its head
from the crowd of the world to say
it is I you have been looking for,
and then goes with you everywhere
like a shadow or a friend
Assurance by William Stafford
You will never be alone, you hear so deep a sound when autumn comes. Yellow pulls across the hills and thrums, or the silence after lightening before it says its names- and then the clouds’ wide-mouthed apologies. You were aimed from birth: you will never be alone. Rain will come, a gutter filled, an Amazon, long aisles- you never heard so deep a sound, moss on rock, and years. You turn your head- that’s what the silence meant: you’re not alone. The whole wide world pours down.