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Snarky Puppy in Montreal
Here’s something interesting – I would really like to meet you. Yes, YOU!
If you’re in the Montreal area sometime next week and if you enjoy listening to kick-ass music then Le Gymnase is where you need to get your ass too. Some awesome Tweeps (the #pupmontreal crew) are going to be there (even Sarah Crisman) as well as myself and some friends. This is going to be an awesomely awesome night and we’ve got Snarky Puppy leading the way.
Come down, show your face, mingle, dance your fucking ass off, and drink drink drink. It’ll be fun.
Here’s some more info:
WHO: Snarky Puppy with guests Pocket Change
WHEN: April 15th 2009 @ 8 P.M.
WHERE:
Le Gymnase
Club au 4177 St-Denis
Montréal, Quebec
Canada
More Stuff:
Snarky Puppy’s MySpace
Facebook Event Page
MOST IMPORTANT:
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In Which the Squirrel Climbed a Tree and Found a Friend
Lately my thoughts have felt rather reminiscent of tree houses. I didn’t have a terrific tree house as a kid, but I made friends with plenty of trees and spent a hearty portion of the 1980s up said foliage. It was not unusual in suburban Chicago to catch sight of an even scrawnier version of myself halfway up the neighborhood oak, Choose Your Own Adventure paperback held tight between my teeth and PF Flyers kicking free. That’s where I could escape and no one could reach me (even if they could see me through the leaves).
I am still frequently overwhelmed by the urge to shimmy up some branches as I make my way around the world. That’s not always an option, unfortunately. People don’t look too kindly on a grown woman scaling municipal trees. For example, Beverly Hills has amazing trees, and I exercised a non-human level of self control by not disappearing up one or two just off Rodeo. Well, this time, anyway.
Like I said, I didn’t have an awesome tree house, I just made do with whatever tree I happened by. But my best friend Katie had the best tree house ever. This wasn’t some rickety box her brothers threw together one weekend- this was a handcrafted, architectural masterpiece! The hardwood floors were sanded so smooth you could film an Olde English Pledge commercial there (I probably tried, come to think of it. That was about the same time the camcorder entered my life and I started writing Saturday morning comedies a la Saved by the Bell). The square footage alone could easily pull a couple G’s in Manhattan. It was spectacular.
So what’s got my head up in the trees today? It’s hard to say, but I think it has something to do with Twitter. It seems that the time I spend online lately leaves me feeling the same way I did after an afternoon hanging out in the tree house with my best friend, listening to music and laughing until it hurts.
See, the life of a writer can be lonely. We’re odd, moody creatures that simultaneously crave and loathe attention. We love to read people and struggle to understand them, but want to keep a measurable distance just out of reach of anyone trying to understand us. I don’t know, maybe it’s in the vain attempt of objectivity, but I think it’s mostly a defense mechanism (like I said, writers are odd ducks).
For me, writing is like climbing trees. It’s solitary observation a safe distance from the world below. Now what I’ve found is happening with Twitter of late, is that I’ve taken up with other writers of the tree climbing persuasion. We were all up on our branches, miles from each other, drawing the world as we want it to be. Then one day a Retweet catches your eye, and you see someone sitting in a tree somewhere just like you. Soon Tweets turn into conversations, and conversations to games. Next thing you know, you’ve built a tree house where you can hide with your friends, telling stories and laughing until it hurts.
Twitter has made a measurable impact on my life, but it’s not just because the stunning infrastructure invites play and conversation. It’s the people in the tree house with me. We can climb onto our respective TweetDecks and hide from the other 89% of the world, playing our games and making up new stories so that when it’s time to go home for dinner, we have things to chuckle about until we meet again.
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When Sarah Crisman isn’t climbing trees or trying to break into your kid’s tree house you can find her over at SarahCrisman.com or tweeting away on Twitter. Follow her! Don’t let me slap you!
The Pencil and Slumdog Millionaire are both Winners.
Another year gone, another Oscar ceremony over and done with. The Oscars are the only awards ceremony in which I promptly park my ass in the same seat for the 3 and a half hours or so, watching from end to end. I love The Oscars. I know there’s a lot of naysayers out there who’ll say… well.. you know what… I won’t talk about that in this blog post.
Okay. Let’s talk Oscars. This year was the first time I watched the Oscars with my Twitter buds and it was awesome. It was like watching the Oscars in a theater full of people (which I did last year) except this time they don’t know whether or not you’re wearing pants (don’t worry, I was). The tweets were updated automatically on the blog as the show went on. It was a fun experiment and I’m glad I got some friends to join me. I want to LIVE blog EVERYTHING now!
Hugh Jackman. Oh Hugh. You’re so good looking. As a Oscar host, however, you were okay. I mean, you were awesome in the musical numbers, but the Oscars was going to have musical numbers anyway. I mean, you’re Wolverine. You should’ve done a wrestling match with Mickey Rourke or something. The recession-proof opening act was clever and that Anne Hathaway…. that… Anne… Ha… Ha… Hathaway…. okay.. next point.
P.S. Your joke about the Oscars liking actors who explore range was awesome. Kate Winslet, an english woman playing a German nazi, Robert Downey Jr. is an American man playing an Australian man who’s playing an African-American man in Tropic thunder, and you’re role where you, an Australian, play an Australian in a movie called Australia. Thumbs up.
What else? Oh. Wait. The whole point in watching the Oscars this year, I believe, was to see if Heath Ledger would grab a posthumous award. Well, he did and it was all very emotional as his mom, dad, and sister were there to recieve their award. They mentioned how Heath would be humbled to have been accepted among his peers in an industry he loved so much. Very touching and a very deserving nod to a bright young actor who was taken away far too early.
Oh, and, Slumdog Millionaire just won everything else.
That’s it for the Oscar coverage. If you want more (a LOT more) just go read the live blogging report.
Special thanks to all those who joined me on the live blog. These amazing tweeps are:
Sarah from Hypeworthy
Joey for The Pop Culture Show
Paolo who’s a media planner at Marketel McCann Erickson
Massimo from Filter Box Media.
Catherine - the digital marketing girl.
Kaiser (who apparently didn’t know till it was all over that his tweets were being also broadcasted on the blog).
Thanks for making Oscar night awesomable.
Oh yeah. As for my facial hair. The pencil took the prize. Now I gotta run around looking like this for a week:
Hopefully I don’t run into Chris Hansen, then we’ll have REAL problems.
Sarah Crisman Strikes Again! Zimp Sightings!
Well, my bestest best Internet friend Sarah Crisman from Hypeworthy has struck again!
First it was sand on a sunny beach in California:
And now snow in Illinois:
It seems nature cannot get away from Sarah Crisman’s delightful instinct to spell “The Zimp.” Neither can I. Pictures like this delight and amuse me. In some way, now, I feel connected to that beach in California or those train tracks in Illinois.
If anyone of you has these sudden urges to want to spell “The Zimp” on things then please do so and send them to me. I’ll post it on my blog, write about you, and send you a little gift (via snail mail).
In the meantime, I can only sit and ponder what tool Sarah Crisman used write “The Zimp” in the snow.
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Twitter is So Cool! Here’s Why!
WAIT! Don’t go! I know there’s a MYRIAD of blog posts about there on why Twitter is seemingly the Internet equivalent of the 2nd coming of Christ but, please, listen to my humble opinion on why I think Twitter is so cool.
According to my tweets, I joined Twitter about a year ago on January 28th. Apparently I was animating a bear.
Animating a bear.
See! There it is. My first tweet. Isn’t it cute? If you’re wondering about the bear, he’s fine.
Apparently, I didn’t get twitter at first (like so many people) because a whole year had almost elapsed until I posted my 2nd tweet.
uploading my videos to youtubes! yays!
Apparently I was uploading a video. I’m not even sure how many followers I had back then. All I have to say is that I’m glad I gave Twitter a 2nd shot because it’s one of the best decisions I’ve ever made.
Now I know I’m making it look like this social network is the holy grail but, in a way, it’s exactly what you want it to be. Your perception of Twitter is exactly what you’ll derive from Twitter. See it as a waste of time and, voila!, Twitter is a waste of time. See it as a classroom and Twitter is a classroom. Whatever you believe Twitter is, you’re right. That’s what I think a lot of people fail to realize.
What have I experienced from Twitter that prompted me to write this blog post? Well, in a way, I used Twitter to rediscover myself. Through following people and engaging them in conversation, I found the best way to get the most out of twitter is to be authentic. Be your true genuine self. I asked myself, “what can I offer these Tweeps (twitter people) that is authentically me?” Through this I found my answer. I had always loved drawing but hadn’t picked up a pencil (or wacom tablet pen) in a long time. Especially not to draw something for myself. That’s when the TWITDrawing was born. I decided I would draw humourous pictures for my Twitter followers. Then, almost daily, I was drawing a new TWITDrawing for a different follower. The response was overwhelming but, most importantly, I was having fun. I had rediscovered my love for drawing and felt I could share them with the 6 million people who use Twitter. From that set of actions, I developped lasting relationships on Twitter. I met people with the same like mindedness as me. People who like the same movies, tv shows, music. People who laugh at the same stuff I do and people who are inspired by the same stuff I’m inspired by. With all these awesome people I’ve been meeting on Twitter I got more and more inspired to actually put into action some ideas I had on the backburner for the longest time. I was motivated. I wanted to create and make art and share it with everyone. This is what I got out of Twitter.
I saw Twitter as a place to share my art and I did just that. However, this wasn’t incessant self-promotion or anything like that. I always remained authentic first. Besides, I draw FOR my Twitter friends, not AT them. Through this experience, I’ve met a load of awesome people. Some people even more awesome than me (weird, I know!).
Now I’m consistently drawing and making videos with the possibility of even collaborating on some projects with some of my Twitter friends. I don’t see this possibility available anywhere. Twitter has connected me to the resources and people that can help me accomplish stuff I’ve always wanted to accomplish. So, if you’re on Twitter (but not finding it useful) or thinking about joining Twitter, remember to be authentic. Don’t try to take from Twitter but add to Twitter, the rest will work itself out.
Finally, where else can you get someone to write your nickname in the sand on a sunny beach in California?
Thanks Sarah!
Anything that brings me closer to California is a winner in my books!
Thank you Sarah for that awesome photograph! Follow Sarah on Twitter.
And if you’d like to win a TWITdrawing or engage in some sort of conversation with me, simply follow me on Twitter!
Also, check out the famous TWITdrawings.
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