Three years ago today, I signed up for Twitter, beginning a love affair that now involves 2,368 people directly (952 I follow and my 1,416 charming, smart and gorgeous followers) and thousands more by association. For this, you can either thank or blame the editor who sent me a link to Ana Marie Cox's then brand-new feed and said something to the effect of, "I think you'd be good at this."
I'm certainly not as popular as Ana Marie, but I tend to my Twitter counts like an old man with his tomato plants, and have a very low "block" threshold. Also I can't bear to think about politics, cats or my pants quite that much. So it's all good.
This week also marks six years since I launched this blog, which has slowed somewhat but (like the blog world itself) definitely grown and changed because of Teh Twitter. There's so much more quick-hit posting because of the increase in mobile, plus microblogging/sharing sites like Twitter and Tumblr, and Facebook's ability to easily link from almost everywhere. So while it's meant not spending entire days sitting in front of my computer working on the blog, it's also meant I need to be more disciplined and focused on actually making time to think and write. I'm working on that.
Via the Twitter: Morey's Piers will host an independent film crew this weekend and they're looking for extras willing to ride the tram car for food. (Here, twist my arm.) Morey's won't reveal the name of the film yet but "We can tell you that it involves a tram car being driven by a well known female actor..." and that the piers themselves "will have a starring role!"
For details about the shoot, scheduled for Saturday, Sept. 19, email Lindsey.Young@moreyspiers.com and tell 'em Citizen Mom sentcha.
* Tonight I'm headed off to review the Celine Dion show at the Wachovia Center (it's for work, I swear), and taking one of my sisters (Codename: Carmella)
along. All across the
Delaware Valley, you can smell the fumes of
airbrushed French tips and flatirons burning as the housewives get
ready for a big night out. After the show, you and Rosalie Aprile can
plan your trip to Rome to see the Holy Father.
* Finally, one imagines there are more than a few Celine Dion fans among the mutinous crowd aboard the cruise ship Carnival Miracle, where passengers haven't been this pissed since they ran out of crab legs at the buffet. From USA Today:
The Carnival Miracle left New York on Friday and was supposed to
sail an eight-night Eastern Caribbean itinerary with stops in San Juan,
Puerto Rico; St. Thomas and Grand Turk Island. But as Tropical Storm
Hanna approached the region earlier in the week Carnival announced the
ship would go no further than Nassau and Freeport in the Bahamas.
in the week, as Hanna threatened the Bahamas, the line changed the
itinerary yet again, dropping Nassau and announcing the ship would turn
back northward to spend Friday in Newport. The ship is scheduled to
return to New York on Saturday.
But thanks to the on-board Wifi, passengers aren't just taking this outrage lying down in deck chairs, they're protesting on the Lido Deck and taking to the message boards in protest!
"The Rhode Island announcement really put people over the edge," writes one passenger in a post on the message boards of cruisecritic.com. "The attitude of the captain has caused passengers to (go) ballistic."
The poster, who goes by the handle satirical7, tells cruisecritic.com
that a crowd of passengers formed near the purser's desk to chant
"refund, refund" in a scene that he describes as "chaos." And
passengers have "lined up for hours protesting the only (other) way
they know how . . . adjusting their gratuities down to zero!"
The Philadelphia Kittens are six wee furry ones in need of a home. If you're nearby and interested, you'll be glad to know the kittehs can be reached at email@example.com. It's actually pretty easy for them to type with those tiny little paws.
So this is supposed to be a post about Snoop Dogg, revolving on his endearing "Larry King Live" appearance this week, and how I think "Sensual Seduction" is his masterpiece. But really, it's going to be about our man JW, who's been crackin' it off lately.
First, there's the whole Vampire Weekend thing -- I've known Warminsky a long time and have rarely seen such instant disdain not just for a band's sound but their whole atmosphere. God forbid they ever do a record with Arcade Fire, I think he'd actually self-immolate.
My own thoughts on the "Upper West Side Soweto": Decent live show -- I saw them last summer at Johnny Brenda's (with RaRa Riot and Tokyo Police Club, who have a new record coming). Overall, an interesting and distinctive sound, but the record gets tiresome after a while. Listen to it on shuffle.
Take, for instance, "Mansard Roof." Excellent song, danceable and bright and not really like anything else you're hearing. But watch the video and tell that by the end of it, you don't want to smack at least one of them. Like, you know that boat belongs to one of their parents.
Over on Black Plastic Bag, JW wonders at the vast reach of the Appolonia/Vanity fashion aesthetic vis a vis "Project Runway" and "Sensual Seduction." I don't watch PR, but in re: Snoop, the real genius moment isn't even the singing, because he doesn't do it well, but the way he references Paul Hardcastle's "Rainforest" without actually sampling.