On the heels of a late-night kitchen conversation about masturbatory blogging, I've decided to take my online writing life off the public viewer for a bit. This will be hereafter known as the "Do you really need to blog, or just to type?" experiment. I've got to tell you - I love science projects. Where I get to be all fascinated watching myself react to something, emotionally or physically or what have you. I'm also pretty excited that I've cut so much proverbial fat out of my life (you don't need more hangers! you need less stuff!) that I am able to fine tune these little points of my character. Well, this might be a big one. But you know what I mean.
So, for my four loyal readers - fret not. In the interest of doing things that further What I Want To Be When I Grow Up (which I am still not completely committed to, for various reasons), I'm starting a mailing list for anyone interested in reading it. This is not because I'm so important that I think people want to subscribe to like, reading about my life, or something, it's because - well, it's for several reasons: One, Deb and Janet and I are perpetually emailing each other about shows, what our schedules are, what we're going to, how much it costs, and trying to coordinate - via "reply alls" all back and forth. It's just not efficient. And you all know how we love efficiency... Two, there are a handful of people who get excited for me, who follow my blog in a non-masturbatory blogging kind of way, who want to see pictures I've taken, and who generally just kind of cheer me on - friends, ex-lovers, favorite ex-girlfriends... just kidding. But for those six people who catch up once a month - on top of the four regular readers, and Deb and Janet - well, I think that dirty dozen (we'll make that a baker's dozen, with me thrown in the mix) has a right to stay informed.
I've been told I'm in the middle of extraordinary events. And so on the chance that that's true, that I will want to look back and remember when, all amazed by the movie my life has become - and on the chance that you want to read about that chance - shoot me an email. I'll keep you posted on everything that's fit to print. Well, no - mostly on everything that's fit to see in Seattle, as well as the metered, baby-steps progress of my somewhat music oriented career.
In the words of a guy I met on movie sidewalk night:
I don't really grok what you do. It has something to do with music and pictures and blogging and wonderment... kexp is involved somehow... what's fall tour?
I don't know either. And as a matter of fact, that's a pretty good start. Here's to music, and pictures, and blogging, and wonderment. I am a flawed, chunky-dialouged, blissful rough draft. And I'll send you love letters on Monday mornings about it if you want. You can find me here:
victoria [at] hot avocados [dot] com
and we'll take it from, well, there. Who knows... if it gets bigger than all of us, we might have to like, start a blog. Or something.
kiss kiss, bang bang, Viva! Sea-Tac!
~Victoria (with a flourish)
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