Friday Five- Sloths from Space!

Why do short weeks feel so long? I was off Monday so I spent the day absorbed in various space adventures and writing poems about space. Seems like from the moment Bowie died there’s been a lot of cosmic energy tingling my fingertips and everything I write reaches the galaxies. Among the stars- good place to be.

The five things I’m loving this week include sloths and space. If anyone can create a game about sloths in space, I will get on board as writer, editor and big idea-er! Can we make this happen?

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1. Sloth art! A coworker snapped a ceramic sloth at a coffee shop in Brooklyn and I waiting for her at her desk with a litany of questions. After the slothterrogation, she wisely returned to the coffee shop and picked up a card for me. That’s the story of how I discovered the whimsical slothtastic art of Not From Caves.

2.Out There Somewhere. This game is so wonderfully challenging and the music reminds me of a fist-pumping-Taio-Cruz-at-the-Jersey-Shore era jam. It’s short, but worth a play. My goal is to get really good at it and do speedruns. Maybe.

3. FIGHT MILK! Fight like a crow. Made fresh by bodyguards (and Charlie).

I just watched It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia in its entirety and cannot recommend it enough. I rarely love a whole show, but these characters are such engaging, awful people and so representative of Philly I’m always cracking up. Every ep is gold.

4. Speaking of Philly, I’m going back for my 2nd year of running the Hot Chocolate 15k (that’s 9.6 miles)! I’m raising funds for charity here (note they don’t take AmEx or Paypal). Throw a few bucks in to help Ronald McDonald House Charities and keep families with sick children focused on the health of their kids. Please donate if you can and share the link either way!

5. The Deadly Tower of Monsters. As a fan of the 70’s era B film aesthetic, I’ve been waiting for this game. And it’s on sale! Star in your own Sci-Fi cult classic and battle REAL monsters that TOTALLY don’t have zippers on their backs. The “director’s commentary” makes a solid addition. Hilarious! Good writing! (Have I mentioned my dream of writing a game? Any artists/devs/musicians out there? I’ve already got a few solid story and character concepts. Just saying.)

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Friday Five – Art & Loss

This was a week filled with sad news. Aside from losing David Bowie and Alan Rickman, I lost my Uncle Buddy. He was 91 and the last of his group to go. But we’re still here and need to keep going forward. Here’s five things I’m loving this week.

  1. Obscene Art History Tours. The fam paid a visit this weekend so I took Mom, Sis and StepDad to MoMa where I proceeded to insult classic works of modern art until my mother cried with laughter. I have a deep love and appreciation for art. I routinely ask for museum memberships as gifts because I love spending long afternoons sitting among art while I write or analyzing various works. Seeing The Persistence of Memory up close in real life gave me chills. Art doesn’t have to be intimidating or pretentious. It’s just as fun to walk around and point out buttholes in still life paintings.

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2. Pocket Mortys. You knew this would be on the list again. It’s a super solid Pokemon parody featuring Rick and Morty. However, my favorite part of it has been picking apart the spelling and grammatical errors because I’m a word nerd.

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3. Peach. I’m obsessed with this sure-to-be flash-in-the-pan new social network. It’s a fun way to share photos, what you’re doing/watching/playing, where you are, what you’re thinking and tack a gif onto it all at once in a minimalist feed with no ads (yet!). You can find me on Peach as Carneyvorous, of course.

4. Journal. The idea is to write, make or doodle something every day. It’s not as easy as you’d think. I did this last year and made it until the end of July. The year before, I made it through March. This year, I’m going to do this. I use a 2016 Daily Moleskine Pocket notebook in purple obviously because it’s the color of royalty and insanity. The pocket size is ideal for this project because it’s extra portable (no excuses!) and a smaller page is less intimidating. The goal is to keep it positive and rewire my brain to stop jumping to dark places filled with negative thoughts. So far I’ve drawn my positive attributes as a fruity cocktail, written a poem for David Bowie, penned letters to former lovers and taped powerball ticket origami onto a page as tangible proof of HOPE. I’m in a very noncommittal place this last year so this is my commitment!

5. This quote.

“A film, a piece of theater, a piece of music, or a book can make a difference. It can change the world.” – Alan Rickman

The Old Kind of Tattoos

A few years ago while I was working on a research project at the amusement park I worked for, I stumbled upon this photo called “The Old Kind Of Tattoos” a stranger posted on some crazy niche industry forums about Wildwood in its glory days.

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We lost my Uncle Buddy this week. He was 91. The last of his group. The last of the Greatest Generation in my family.

He used to hand-paint old-fashioned temporary tattoo transfers and sell them at a rickety little stand on the boardwalk. The first time he ever applied one on me, I was so afraid it was going to hurt (and he may have played up that fear just a little- he was silly like that). I remember the stickiness of the tattoo on my arm, the cool, wet sponge and then incredibly, the art was on my skin and the paper was perfectly clean, if not a little slimy. It was SO COOL. I spent hours playing in his tattoo storage closet, swimming waist deep in Ninja Turtles, Mickey Mouses, dragons, Bart Simpson heads, snakes coiled around daggers and MOM hearts. I examined them all and stood on my toes next to his work station to watch him paint. Each one was slightly different. Not a single one was perfect, a product of the slightest tremor or shift in focus.

I have two family photos always displayed. One is my grandparents sitting on the beach. The other is my grandfather and Uncle Buddy manning a machine gun.

My grandparents met shortly before my grandfather enlisted in the Marines at a round robin dance. The ladies formed a circle in the middle and the men formed an outer circle and whoever you ended up in front of was your dance partner for that song. My grandfather landed in front of Mimi. After their first dance, he was afraid he wouldn’t be able to dance as well with anyone else. Each round, he shuffled around the circle so he’d always land in front of her. They married shortly before he deployed for the South Pacific.

While on deployment, Grampi was stationed with Uncle Buddy and he went on and on about his wonderful wife and the letters they constantly exchanged. Uncle Buddy decided he wanted a lovely lady to write letters to and asked Grampi if Mimi had any friends. He began writing his letters to Mimi’s sister, Aunt Redda. And they got married when he returned from war.

That’s what the Greatest Generation did. They went to war and they came home and reveled in their families and hard work. They were extraordinary men and women who lived simply, happily, beautifully. They took pride in their work and found joy in watching a little girl flex her sad little bicep and feel like a badass for the first time in her life because she had a droopy Ninja Turtle inked on her arm.

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RIP Uncle Buddy. I’m glad you’re all together again.

The Fool

I’ve never been the kind of fool
who could abandon
a bad idea—

flush goldfish just because

I’m tired          of trying          to remember
to keep them alive.

But plenty of goldfish
have died.

Forgetting is another matter altogether
in any weather         whether you lose

or forget to keep
you’ve still got still gills

and a long sleep.

Friday Five: Ch-ch-ch-changes

Nothing gets my hips swaying like a melancholy baritone. Saxophones immediately transport me to darkened alleyways glimmering with post-rain mystery. Cellos sound like the comfort and anxious energy of a small dark room. With my body rocking like a perpetual pendulum this week, here are five things I’m loving!

1. You Bred Raptors? I was introduced to a friend of a friend’s band this week who play experimental instrumentals under a name referencing Jurassic Park (albums include Grant, Hammond, Lex & Tim and Muldoon!). Obviously, I was way down for this. It’s three dudes who play a monster 8-string bass, drums and cello. They wear masks which change with each song. A lot of their stuff sounds like scores for unwritten cult films or video games. I highly recommend you check out them out!

2. I just bought this badass bodysuit and cannot wait to rock the hell out it.

3. Blackstar- Happy Birthday, David Bowie! Bowie hath gifted us with a new album today and I’m pretty much diggin’ it. I was lucky enough to score tickets to Lazarus, a stage production Bowie co-wrote inspired by The Man Who Fell to Earth by Walter Tevis, so I got to hear Michael C. Hall sing some of these new songs with incredible Bowiesque precision a couple weeks ago. It was marvelous. Just a bloody brilliant piece of theater. Check out Blackstar, get tickets to Lazarus if you can and come to Bowie’s birthday party tonight at Rough Trade NYC.

4. Pocket Mortys. LOOK, guys. LOOK AT ALL THE MORTYS.
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I’ve never gotten excited over a mobile game before and most of me still wishes this could be on steam or 3DS or ANY platform other than mobile… BUT this combines a game style I love with a show a adore so I’m going to allow it. Out next week on iOS and Android.

5. I got the criffiest crif dog ever.

Lil Ma and cheesy tots from Crif Dogs

Lil Ma and cheesy tots by Crif Dogs

Shut up. I go to the gym 5 days a week so I can eat bacon wrapped hot dogs smothered in peanut butter and topped with potato chips with a big ol’ side of cheesy tots. Some things are just worth it, guys.