Duped

Facebook isn't a good place for me when I'm feeling verbose. Like right now. I hate people. I'm shifting and really feeling aggressive. I feel duped. Well, I was sort of duped -- but not really.

I was in Trenton this afternoon and an elderly man carrying a hospital 'belongings' bag and donning a silly band-aid on his forehead approached me. He began babbling some story about being a child psychologist. He was babbling on with his story. I looked at him and said, "what do you need?" He looked incredulously back at me and said, "You haven't heard a thing I've been saying to you?" "No, what do you need? Money?"
"Yes. I need $13 to get a train home to Philadelphia." "Okay" I said. "I don't have $13 but I'll give you $2 that's all I have on me now." So, I gave it to him. He walked away.

I know he was lying, but I really didn't care. I know he made a b-line to the liquor store, but that's ok too. It was just one of those kinds of days.

I made a mistake at work. I was duped by a customer and made a mistake. An honest mistake, but it made me look fairly incompetent. I rarely do careless things at work and tomorrow is my review. ugh. Dumb. Well, I truly wasn't aware of the back-story on this particular person, or his motives. So, all I can do is take it on the chin.

Tomorrow its back to the New York office; third trip up this week! Fun.

Who IS Better Than Ezra?

This afternoon after a relaxing mani-pedi, massage, yogurt with fresh mango & strawberries and water with a squeeze of fresh lemon,feeling wonderfully ethereal I started getting ideas.

Music, old photographs. posterity. We have boxes and shelves full of CDs. Cases full of vinyls. Tubs of photographs tucked away here and there. Not all in the same room. I've been hunting for my Junior Prom table shot. Its one of those photographs you run across every few years and laugh at, sigh, reminisce. I look at myself in that silly peasant dress, flowers in my hair and for some odd reason, elbow length white gloves and think about that kid. Why'd she have to come down off Sugar Mountain?

I found the nearly perfect CD that I almost forgot about. Now, this band has since put out 8 collections since, in fact I believe they've a new offering out next month. But this one...this first group by Better Than Ezra, Deluxe, released in 1995, when my life completely changed became my life's theme for a good while. Give it a listen, don't forget the Kleenex.
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Well, there's a feeling in the air
Just like a Friday afternoon.
Yeah, you can go there if you want
Though it fades too soon.

So go on, let it be.
If there's a feeling coming over me,
Seems like it's always understood this time of year.

Well, I know there's a reason to change.
Well, I know there's a time for us.
You think about the good times
And you live with all the bad.
You can feel it in the air,
Feeling right this time of year.

So go on with yourself
If there's a feeling that there's something else.
Seems like it's always understood
This time of year.

Sign Number Three

Facebook cannot contain me. I'm writing too much on Facebook. Not good. Not everyone wants a detailed commentary on what they are doing at the moment. Not that anyone has complained, mind you, but, ya know. I feel myself becoming a nuisance.

I go through phases. One word zingers and verbose diatribes. It most likely has to do with the chemicals in my brain and hormones in my blood, but as a miracle of modern psychiatry, you'd think I'd be over it by now.

The good news is, at least now I can stop myself before I go overboard. Plus, I don't want all of the passion kicked out of my body. There has to be a little quirky ember left burning down deep, with bits of real panther!

What I should do is use this energy for a good purpose. Not much else I can do from here, I am working, right? I consider this blog a sounding board for my raving thoughts. They need to come out in a safe place.

Ok. So, I don't get Twitter. Why? what is the point of 140 word updates like every few minutes? Who cares? Why is Twitter so popular? Its like a giant public text message. I have a Twitter account, of course. I can't exist in the industry without a Twitter and a Facebook and a Flickr and even a blog for heaven's sake.
I mean, ok. If I were out on an archeological dig in the middle of the Sahara I'd like having a place to send my observations, but who cares if Mr. Schmuck just had a burrito at Taco Bell? Maybe someone does, but usually people who have people who care about whether or not you ate a taco for lunch don't Twitter about it. Its like,
HELLO! Tommy, can you hear me? Can you feel me near you?

Facebook is a bit better in that you can sort of create a mood or theme. You can post links and videos, photos, make comments about this or that. Interact. Its somewhat community building. Plus, the big phenom is getting in touch with people you either totally forgot existed or people you haven't seen nor heard from in 30 years. Its cool to find out how lives turned out, what people are up to.

I work mostly from home, on the computer. Facebook is a form of communication, almost like being in an office, as strange as that may sound. Interaction.
I've been heading into the office once or twice a week lately. I feel more connected and productive when I'm there. The face-to-face is irreplaceable.

Enough for now. Talk later.
xo