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Wow, almost 5 entire days of not blogging about myself…

And I know that image is weird right… it’s me (!) standing behind my son looking into a magic mirror with a waving NASA astronaut… and while Will keeps hitting the button to make it reappear, saying “Hi Hi Hi Hi” back to the static image… I’m all like — this thing is F’ing CRE-EEE-EPY. That’s right… That’s FEAR behind my eyes — don’t let the fake smile fool you… I was about a half a second short of grabbing the boy and launching the next kid to run past me into this thing. It’s all… you are getting sleepy… you will keep hitting the button.. you will keep waving… you will be an astronaut… you will tell Obama to bring back NASA… You are the future… You will have to carry me on your shoulders… And then I realized that maybe this was just that annoying astronaut that the space shuttle forgot to mention and then left in space to fend for himself during their LAST MISSION EVER. He must have found a worm hole in the vectosphere and transported himself here to us… And then I started waving.

I spent the better part of this week attempting not to write blog posts about anything. Which… as you can see with the lovely guest posts, I had to add something about myself to each one… HOW ANNOYING AM I? But while I wasn’t attempting not to post, I designed a few things, cooked a few things, thought about organizing a few things… I took Will to the Children’s Museum of the East End (aka CMEE) — which is always a good fall back on rainy days if you can stand the wild screams of about 250 kids of all ages in an enclosed space with OTHER MOMS that are all looking at you in equal bouts of confusion mixed with terror. It was fun though… Here’s Will trying to stand still:

And when this was all said and done (about 45 minutes later… come on people, even I have a THRESHOLD) we headed on over to Banana where I spent a short mint while Will attempted his first heist and got caught stealing via door alarms. I dove to catch him as he grabbed the ugliest floral scarf he could find and shot like any ordinary escapee would… only I caught him on my way out the door holding an armful of overpriced crinkle prints, thus setting off my own set of store wide panic… Good times.

But at the end of this week of nonstop, I really want to thank Elly, Mandy and Kenny (you guys really should start a band called the Ys) one more time for paying us a visit… Because aside from working, playing and stealing, I also took the time when I would ordinarily be sitting at the computer (by choice mind you) to go out and appreciate some of the blooms that we have been waiting for…

 

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I was at the library the other day multitasking.
Because that’s what libraries are for, right?

Writing recipes, looking for design inspiration while simultaneously reading TITANIC TRUCKS to the boy running through the stacked aisles. I was beginning to think that a vacation might be something to consider when all of the sudden books started screaming and jumping off the shelves — dangerously missing my head… I grabbed Will and dove under the nearest table. The piles of books surrounded us as one manuscript fell open at my knees… it was Poe, “I am above the weakness of seeking to establish a sequence of cause and effect, between the disaster and the atrocity.” It was then that I realized that something needed to be done immediately… Because I have reached the final point, and this is it. I am dangerously approaching the end of my blogging quota.

Visualize this to be like filling a water balloon to capacity or eating copious amounts of McDonald’s like this guy did a few years ago… only to result in weight gain, heart disease, ulcers and bad skin…. because what did he think was going to happen? I wonder if he wishes that he could go back and undo — kind of like going back and picking through – deleting the bad blog posts while copying and saving the good ones for republishing possibilities… revitalizing the QUOTA. But oh the HUMANITY.

I started For the Birds on August 22, 2008. It was a slow start… and, although I never intended for this blog to turn into what it is now… it has been a journey like no other… similar to swimming across the Atlantic or leaving the space shuttle mid-universe to test out that gravity theory… floating aimlessly into DEEP SPACE. And if you know what this blog is about, then you’re a hair-slight more genius than I, because I lost track a LOOOONG time ago. But I am missing the point.

What I am trying to inch out there is that I am now starting the tedious task of going back, judging myself and then deciding who gets to stay and who gets to go hang out at the pearly gates of archival heaven. But what do you think? If you are here, reading this right now — If you wouldn’t mind turning time off for a few minutes and letting me know if there are any posts that must stay live… Because beyond self-inflicted torture, I am my own souvenir. And I’m sure that isn’t the first time I’ve said that.   

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How are you?

I’ve been thinking about our conversation — about how you think that Picasso wasn’t really a bad guy, he just had commitment issues, and I really have to disagree with your juxtaposition on the Tiger Woods matter — but you are entitled to your opinion. Is it at all possible that the Olympics have gone to your well frosted head? Too much up close and personal?  Or are you just intimidated by Z-Germans? Because although they are undeniably günter höhne, I suspect they might be all talk and no show. But that’s just me.

You know what else IS me? Closing one company and opening another in a span of three weeks… with a 2 year old sitting on my lap, while I design logos with one eye and bake dairy and egg free chocolate cupcakes with the other. Literally. And, as I look out the window I see glops of white starting to mix in with the monsoon. With one office half moved out and the other half moved in and décor resources beginning to haunt. Because Martha I am not, and I’m kinda happy about that. But what about you, Cupcake?

Enough about me. Let’s talk about you.

How was your trip to Egypt and your journey to the center of the earth? Was it anything like the movie? And what did you and The Queen talk about? Did you dazzle her with your experience as Gordon Sumner’s Sommelier… The Peace keeping battle where you carried Bono to the sidelines in what you panicked to be near death–only to realize that it was nothing but a drunken stupor? Or did you just go on and on about America’s Next Top Model like you usually do? You really should allow yourself to take credit for all that you have accomplished… I mean you are only 20 minutes old — and I know this is just touching on half of the story.

There was the time that Lloyd Dobler stood in the rain in anguish over his broken heart… gripping his pen? One can only assume. But, dear Cupcake, the point of my letter is getting lost in the fodder of “where are we now”? Because to come full circle would require more than a burning flag, James Joyce and the Easter Bunny. No. We need something much stronger and more organized… Something to inject life into the icing on top… Something with promise and compassion… Something for completion… with texture. Beyond all cause, and hold off the guard…before I start to make sense… Because, we need sprinkles.   

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