Take me to another place....
I heard Arrested Development's "Tennessee" and it took me waaaaay back down memory lane. It took me to Princeton, NJ...ten years old...a hot-orange tanktop...a high-top (no fade)...stone-washed-two-toned denim shorts, and a freakin slap bracelet.
Miiiister Weeeeendeeeeelllll......
Okay...so...Myspace.
Yeah, Jas, Myspace is about as skanky as they come...no wait...that's blackplanet....
Here's the skinny on MySpace. When I was in Philly, I signed up for it, and saw it just as you see it now. I click, click, clicked my way from bosom to buttcheek, from drunk lesbian college girl to insecure shy girl who takes experimental pictures of herself in the mirror with a digital cam.
(And there's a spirit that goes along with that photo; you can see it in the eyes. It says "Hey...I don't look so bad!" It's even more intense than the notorious webcam pic where the subject isn't looking into the camera, but admiring himself as he takes a picture of himself taking a picture of...ad infinitum)
So yeah. MySpace used to be my frustrating foyer into the less obvious and more complex side of voyeuristing fascination--a pornographic appetizer, if you will. So I hated MySpace, and I hated myself. Just like you might hate yourself for getting lured into and caught up in one of the many girls-gone-wild-esque infomercials...after it all, Satan punks you and says:
"Bet you never thought I'd have you turned out because of a COMMERCIAL...."
MySpace was like that. It was like going into the adult section of a 'normal' videostore. Because that's always acceptable, right?
Anyhow, sometime around the middle of last summer, in a fit of indignation, I cancelled my membership. Later that summer, I went through some crazy changes...CRAZY changes...including my own personal Chappelle. I'm actually still on my Chappelle. In Texas. From Philly to Texas. Right. Anyway...
When all was better, when I was thinking clearer, when I had moved out of my self-loathing mentality, when I had really let God pick me up out of the muck and the mire, God began to peck.
One person in particular kept referring to MySpace...and I'd always turn my nose up at it...like a junky who all of a sudden hated everything having to do with spoons and rubberbands.
Well this kept happening...from all over. People kept asking me about MySpace...I even denied that I knew anything at all about the website a couple of times...but then one day, (get ready for this...)
God told me to go back.
I promise you, I didn't want to. I didn't have any MySpace friends, I didn't care for the whole self-centered vibe (eg. MY<--space)...but I felt that weird, Holy-Spirit-Push...and so I did. I went back. And I even had a manifesto on the page about how I hated MySpace, and was only here to find "real" people, and not manequins...it was pretty brusque, and I know now that it's scared a few people away (namely a member from OOE on whom I'd had a crush back in the day). But little by little, Christians kept popping up! On MySpace! Pigeon JOHN is on MySpace. MarsIll is on Myspace...The Procussions are on MySpace...people I know in the flesh started hitting me up and leaving encouraging messages, and sharing their art...I got a million and twenty-eight chances to share. They let you put up bulletins and pictures and VIDEOS and MUSIC...it's amazing.
And it's so dynamic...
I haven't forsaken Blogger, but I've found something unique on MySpace...and it doesn't mean that the random friend-invite doesn't come from a webcam vixen (and that I don't have to make the conscious decision to delete it), but the whole purpose is different. And for now, I'm going to reach out and connect with as many cats as possible...
And SHEESH, Christine, the person was Lei...she hit me up, and I was like... "Small world...I seent yer book!"
And then she proceeded to give you high praises. And then after that, she began to play hard to get. Jerk.
Anyway...
The End.
(of the world as we know it...)
Incidentally, I had a debate with someone last night about my love-hate relationship with Howard Stern.
Film at eleven.
posted by Puddleglum at 11:59 PM
4 Comments:
Word.
I think that's valid. and i ain't judging. i just know my weaknesses. hell, those girls in the bow-flex commercials are too much for me.
the positive aspect of doing almost ALL my internet stuff at work (which is a church office and has a fairly stiff censoring program [they'd often edit pix of Revolt]) is that i don't get to see those pics. so i didn't see anything that explicit the last couple days, 'cuz i only saw yours and another Christians anyway. but even some of what i read and saw was like, ohhhh. i feel sorry. i don't wanna thumb my nose or judge. i just think people need to know that they are loved, period.
and i know that Christ needs to be repped everywhere.
that arrested development coincidence is funny. i don't really have a tape deck anymore, but my church (again) just got a used 15-passenger w/ a deck. i've brought out some tapes to listen to while driving. 'tennessee', the single, was one of the first. over and over and over. gosh, i still love that song and can still do most of the lyrics from the first verse. although i usually edit out the "black" in "black and proud." but snaaaap!
btw, we also did similar stuff on chappelle at the same time.
peace,
j.
10:31 AM
Adam, I love ya to death. But gimme a break! I know some of them chicas on your *vomit* MySpace account are indeed RECOGNIZED eye candy. See, this is a dude thing, I'm sorry to say. You'll express your deepest sympathies towards the poor, helpless and 'exposed' souls that just happen to be totally hot and 'expressive' women, and then justify that as doing God's work.
Ooooo...that sounded BAD. Ok I don't really mean YOU in particular, but I know some fellas, if not most fellas, have all claimed this as their calling and have their lil tenderloins on the side for their own purposes. And it gets a little irritating. Maybe I'm just bitter. Maybe I just want to be that totally hot woman again. But Lord knows, if I had a slew of ridiculously sexy men on MYSpace, I'd never hear the end of the holy chastisements they'd have for me.
Hmmmm?
BUT of course I believe God called you back there. It doesn't make sense, that's why I believe it. Simple logic. Usually that in itself makes me know Hashem's running the show, because I'm not logical.
And I see the Christians on there, oh I see em. Pigeon John alone would make me wanna sign up TODAY. But I'll pass. I've seen Flynn here and there (looking on other people's accounts), but I heard he's a jerk.
My, I'm sharky today. Lo siento.
I'm glad it was Lei. She's too cool for me so I hang onto her as much as I can. Hopefully it'll rub off.
lol, Jason I know SexySticky(TM) often is revolting to people *rimshot*.
1:15 PM
jason says, "Huh?? what jason say about sexy-sticky? jason no know!"
1:41 PM
Oh my...*rowr* Retract those claws...
Sharky indeed!
I just did a count.
Out of 77 "friends" 48 are dudes. I win!
And furthermore, I honestly could do without a good number of the ladies...but truth be told, some of the stranger ones invited ME. I think the WEIRDEST invite I got was from...you ready?? TONEX'S MOM. That's right. "Evangelist Betty" found me somehow and thought I was dope enough to be her myspace friend. Swiiiiiiingbatta!!!
My thinking went like this: I don't know anyone on here, so I'll start a search of everyone CLOSEST to me within my age range with my interest. I'm a dude. I'd prefer to make buddy buddy with girls, but I wasn't totally partial.
And I've had mad conversations with people about the skankiness of it all...and I wouldn't want to fill up on the non-clad-ones because most of my visitors are Christians and I'm trucking towards total integrity. Then there are the freaks who wanna be friends...and I'll get a weird invite from someone who isn't necessarily the kosherest person, and I honestly have to talk myslef through it. And finally, I ask myslef: would Jesus deny his friendship to this person? And then I go ahead and allow them to be my friend. How pretentious does that sound?
Gabi- to answer yor question, I can't...what struck me was my friend from Philly Josh (DJ Essence of Lampmode Recordings) He uses myspace for professional and social reasons. And he's really gained exposure that way. So I wondered from the beginning if God wasn't trying to allow me some semblance of a platform to show my stuff, and connect with people...And since I don't really maintain close contact with weirdos, I feel comfortable with the people there. For instance, I had a meeting lined up with Dy and Jinx when I was in Tampa. My sister thought it was weird, and made me cancel it, but I had no resrvations about going out with them. We were gonna have sushi. Now Dy's in Houston going berserk at a flight attendant's school, and I feel like reaching out to her is a little more awkward because Houston is 3 hours away, and she's away from her boyfriend Jinx...
anyway..
I think God was leading me towards an avenue for relationships with people I otherwise wouldn't have met.
And Christine, I think everyone is good looking...remember? I'm "The Ugly Guy".
But I'm not tryna be grimy...
And ANOTHER thing is, I don't care HOW cool a guy is. I am NOT making friends with any DUDES who have muscular half-nekkid pics...unless I get guilty enough and wonder what Christ would do...thankfully, I've only been approached by one prettyboy, and he's Rican and he's actually cool peeps...I just wish I didn't have his puckering lips on my bloody page. Gross.
I gott an interview to edit!
Ya moooooooooms (is hot!)
PEACE!
3:55 PM
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