Soul Streaking

A friend I've known since he was a wee slip of a thing (well, I know TiZ and AsS is a name-free zone, but let's just call him Mike Errico for short) is having some pretty exquisite successes. All more than well-deserved...he is the prophet angel of the indie pop scene after all. Before I left on my Book of Face sabbatical I had posted and "shared" a bit about him. I was a special guest performer his first evening of residency at the Living Room...an unexpected vocal treat for the likes of moi. He had more evenings of residency, more special guests, always trading up...I posted those. His album went through the roof on iTunes...I posted that.

I don't know if I posted about him being featured on the Naked Soul Series at the Rubin Museum of Art...it had been in the air for a while and I just may not have "shared." It's an all acoustic music series and the only other person I'd ever had the pleasure to hear soul strip was another fav, Jonatha Brooke. (I don't know her personally so I'm not feeling so bad about the reveal of that name. My blog, my rules.)

But when Mike and his lovely wife both post a link to a cartoon on page 20 of The New Yorker about the gig and his special guest, Jonatha Brooke, I smacked "share" faster than a sexaholic smacks my ass.

The New Yorker.

Today, I head over to The New Yorker website (just because I'm not on the Book of Face doesn't mean I'm still not taking up residency on the Net of Inter), look at the cartoon, hit [control] F and search for Errico. Up comes the cartoon again. Up comes the gig--GREAT. Up comes...

The fact that he and two other friends had "shared" another article on The Book. I look closer...

The fact that two other friends and I had "shared" this article.

That another friend...

And another friend...

Up comes my breakfast.

Not really.

But you see where I'm going. I can't quite escape The Book. It's a tad insidious. You don't even have to be on it to be on it.

That being said, let's spin it happy. Get on it...buy a ticket to Mike's concert. Rumor has it if you order before the 21st, you get a free cd...you get to take Mike home.

And we all get to see one another in the flesh.

Naked Soul and all.

Streaking.

FB Hiatus Day 4

I see beautiful people everywhere. Day 3 too.

Thank you.

Clarification

Yesterday was a good day. Yesterday was a great day. It was not an easy FB day, however, because I KNOW someone tagged a photo of me. I KNOW who it is and it's always deliciously random and skewed yet perfect and ugly...

BUT I DON'T KNOW WHAT IT IS!

It could be about TaB.

And someone else has mentioned me in some kind of post. She's a student and we have a similar name and a similar outlook on life...

BUT I DON'T KNOW WHAT IT SAYS!

It could be about TaB.

But I know it's not showing up on my wall because I fixed that before I left. Locked the door. Triple locked it. But there always is the doggy door...

I really don't want to return to find random shit strewn all about the place...Farmville, bedazzled crap, Jimmy Hoffa, puppies...

Please tell me I locked the door.

FB Hiatus Day 3

Not easy not easy not easy

Blerg.

This Morning of Miss

This morning I miss being on FaceBook. I'm bound to miss ANYTHING I set my mind NOT to do.

Ain't human nature fun? Or at least Tizzy nature?

I miss seeing shining faces. I miss seeing what you're doing. I miss birthdays. I miss quotes. I miss being in the know.

There are specificities of the specific sort I miss which I'm bound to get to later.

However, I know

when I'm ON the Book of Face I'm not kissing your face. I'm not tripping the line fantastic with you. I'm not holding your cake as you blow out your candles. I'm not hearing your voice murmur or scream a quote or joke of the day.

And sometimes a girl can know too much.

This is gonna be a good day.

FaceBook Fascination

I am fascinated to see who transcends FaceBook in the Land of TiZ. I mean, it's a two-way street, the center line is not clearly defined, the road markings are strange...but there are some fellow travelers I just can't do without...and hopefully vicey versa.

Until either of us feel the need, I'm so hoping you're* tripping the line fantastic.

*I initially typed "your." Hello, Monster.

FB Hiatus Day 2

Have lost 4 pounds. Can return to much beloved skirt of the past.

T&A- Hello, much beloved skirt.

MBS- Oh, look at you. Now I won't have to deal with your ample bum ripping through my seams like Hannibal through the Alps.

T&A- You're welcome. (Muttered) No need to be rude.*

*Unless there is a monster chasing you.

FB Hiatus Day 1

Things that happened today because I wasn't on the Book of Face...

Well, first of all, I wasn't on the Book of Face.

I ate without looking at my computer.

I drank TaB without looking at my computer.

Because I wasn't looking at my computer, I drank something other than TaB...it was healthy.

I spoke with people in person.

I spoke with people in person ON THE PHONE.

I REALLY worked on a script.

I took a nap.

And...

a monster chased me.

aaaaaaaaaaaah

(*&^%^&^()*(#@$

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?

T plus 2 hours and 14 minutes

There is quite obviously...

a monster chasing me

aaaaaaaaaaaah

(*&^%^&^()*(#@$

FYYSCFFWM

?

T plus 1 minute

I feel good.

T minus 1

Fixing to get ready to go: Two posts regarding my departure. A culling of numbers. Individual messages to a couple of people who for a number of reasons warrant them. Despite the reasoning being different, the letters are pretty darn similar. Despite the democratic approach...

10 home runs.

2 balls

1 ball thrown directly at my head. Luckily I wear a helmet. But ow.

Now, despite the fact I am skipping FaceTown for a while, it doesn't mean I won't be writing about it. This is a huge experiment for me. And from what I'm gleaning, it's gonna be hard. It may drive me back into therapy after a decade. Is my therapist still alive?

I have my Hurricane FaceBook Go Bag packed and at the door.

And plenty of TaB.

Who knows what waits beyond the walls of...oh shit...it's a monster...he's chasing me...aaaaaaaaaaaah

(*&^%^&^()*(#@$

FYYSCFFWM

?

T minus last week plus one day and 1 minute

Accept friend request and realize need Facebook hiatus.

T minus last week plus one day

Receive a friend request from Joe Kennedy's 1929 shoeshine boy.

T minus last week

Run into an old friend whom I haven't seen for a variety of reasons that are none of your business. The comments regarding FaceBook and my activities thereon dismaze* me.

*Dismaze- (verb) to disturb and amaze in equalling proportions.

T minus ?

Contemplate taking a Book of Face hiatus.

T minus late summer

Spend too much time noodling around on FaceBook, mostly because I'm out of town, but continuing when I return.

Kayak Yaketty Yak

El Guapo and I embarqued on The Annual Hammonasset Kayak Extravaganza today.

It was splendid.

El Guapo was ceremoniously dumped from his kayak.

EG "Goddammit."

T&A "Hey, whatcha doin' in there?"

I grabbed his paddle. He righted his kayak. He float downstream beside it for 15 yards. For the next 15, he piggybacked my kayak as I paddled him safely to shore.*

He dumped the water, climbed back in, had a smoke and paddled along.

And we larfed.

The Best Annual Hammonasset Kayak Extravaganza EVER!

Just in case you think I'm a heartless fuck - I know the date. I don't wish to be near media. I know what this means to me. I don't need the media to give me visual reminders or tell me how I should feel about it. Plus, if there are commercials involved and someone is making money, fuck you.

*Always wear your life jacket. Thank you.

opposition

Without opposition there is no growth. It is hard to argue with that logic. A state in which we are free from problems or constraints is not happiness. Happiness is transcending all opposition and obstacles and continuing to grow.

Daisaku Ikeda, Buddhist Scholar (Thank you, ND)

What I Wish For You

I wish you had been in Central Park with me at 7:30 this evening.

You didn't even have to be with me. Just there. On the north side of the Great Lawn looking south.

One of those exquisite, gasping reminders of why I've lived in New York for 25 years...

Gawdy, joyous skyscrapers doing what they do best--scraping the sky.

Low lying clouds with sunset illumination in co-dependent palates.

Hullabaloo* lights dancing in those co-dependent clouds.

Heaven in the park.

Wish you'd been there.

*They are, in fact, called ballyhoo. But hullabaloo is better, n'est pas?

I Suck

For a number of reasons.

But I will not count the ways. I will let you do that.

What I have to say in my defense is that I've been a little ill at ease since being published in far more reputable zines, and by being published outing myself. A certain anonymity is gone. And a certain anonymity is freeing.

I'm sure I'll come up with something for you all. If you all still exist. But I doubt it will be this weekend. This weekend I'm naked for 40 hours straight and easy breezy lemon squeezy.

Free.

See you on the flipside.