Mermaid Parade


foreshadowing


or just a really creepy kid with no artistic skillz at all…
unearthing this school project circa second grade gave me a big giggle in light of my friendship with Dana, aka wankergirl from the great white North

which came first the chicken or the egg?

(click to enlarge)

barf.



wanderings and mutterings


Hanoi Rocks


YouTube is the ultimate on demand jukebox (see songza) and today I found myself looping Hanoi Rocks. By the time I became a fan in the late 80s they were already defunct and if not, a little obscure. I read metal magazines like boys my age read comic books and sought out the influences and likes of those I listened to. I remember my first solo trips to NYC were always to record stores (Bleeker Bobs, Second Coming, etc) where I coveted the imports and concert videos I found. At times, the pursuit of these things was like a long sought treasure hunt and only after a cassette tape was purchased might I find I didn’t like them at all (specifics long since forgotten).

I still love catching a recommendation by way of a mention, only now it’s often through Twitter or a conversation online…and the treasure hunt is only a few clicks away. I am both awed by the instant gratification and nostalgic for the adventure that finding things used to be.



As I See It


I’ve been combing through my disparate local and online archives and deciding what I want to keep and what not to.  This has been an ongoing internal conversation and I thought it might be nice to both share/rant a bit and also create a bit of a benchmark that I can come back and measure my opinion on later.

Mainly, I keep coming back to the words: As I See It.  I have had a number of blogs, online “home bases”, photo collections, etc – and I have used this title over and over. What it meant to me then still holds true.  When I take pictures, when I share them, when I twitter, etc– it has never been about getting the words or image “right” or creating/maintaining a persona – it’s been about documenting a moment in time that I can look back on and recall, or something I find amusing and think it might give a friend a smile.

When I see the amazing work and success of others around me, I am both inspired and humbled.  I feel a call to action, which for some reason has not stirred me to change my course.  I wonder why.  I question why I continue to navel gaze, disclose so much and otherwise continue to make it mostly about “me”.  Am I selfish, sure?  Am I narcissistic, I imagine healthfully so.  Am I transparent?  Probably to a fault.   Is it only the most insecure person who would refuse to do anything but generalize?  Do I walk the line on these things?  Absolutely.

I imagine my podcast, blog, photos, and social media updates to be dull to most.  I am keenly following the rhetoric regarding “personal branding”.  It fascinates me, worries me, and makes me realize that because I choose to share as I do – because I don’t have a clear or public specialty, it would and could be assumed that I am trapped in the adolescent activity of journaling.  But I suppose that is what I am figuring out and the difference that it is to really “know” me.



identity


I now see the value of scooping up accounts on sites…
Due to my early online identity crisis, I lose track and have managed to confuse myself.

twitter – misssomething
seesmic – misssomething
skype – misssomething
gmail/talk – missomething
flickr – misssomething
blip – missomething

And so on, and so on