2012 / 100

I know I have another week before a ‘year in review’ post might be warranted, but seeing as this is my 100th post, why not?!

This was one of my 2012 Resolutions for the New Year, which yes, I do make. I think it went well.

I had a blog on another site for about 10 years and was pretty active with what I put into it. My goals for this were different – not only in content, but to a different audience, and what came of THOSE is a whole ‘nother story. Zombie Bunnies, anyone?! Tons of writing challenges that covered the spectrum of styles and inspirations, and I worked to keep up with them all the best way I could.

In life itself 2012 has been a magnificent year. Though I did not get the promotion I desired, I was elected into a ‘chair’ position of a sub-committee, and also given a role I was coveting for some time. Those two extra responsibilities have made me even more invaluabler to my job…or to a next job. Awesomeness like this cannot be contained; at least not at THIS salary.

So what was the best part of this year? Work, yes. The ZB’s, sure. YOU? Absolutely, Definitely! I didn’t know any of you a year ago, or the niches that you have each carved out in your part of the web. I had all but given up on the internet actually. Now I have shared a beer & burger with some of you, collaborated with others, and even won some Azamzing prizes along the way! And the hashtags – I think half of my thousand tweets are music/movie mashups. I have 108 people who follow me – no pressure!

So, when I say the nest year will be more of the same, I’m referring to the momentum, inspirations and interactions with you all. I absolutely appreciate what you say to me, and on your own blogs. Thanks for coming along.

100 Word Song – Swing Life Away

Let’s head to Lance’s blog for the current challenge. 100 words on the video he features; “Swing Life Away”.

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“We shouldn’t have to leave,” she protested half- heartedly.

That wasn’t true. Every other apartment on their block had been bought out (yeah how’d that happen to renters?, common logisticians asked). Every store was replaced- the ones they worked at, stole from- the new spots wouldn’t give them the chance for either.

Their small rooms testified bests and worsts echoing off the walls of peeling posters stuck with brittle yellowed tape, foggy Polaroids, coupons on the fridge long expired. Still, the summer sun burned the same through the window.

He filled another discarded supermarket box -“Ouranos Yogurt”- with dirty laundry.

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The fact that the video shows NYC, and my own years walking around here, (Plus a little ‘Helene Troy’, Lance) inspiration and a little SoC* were in full control. Like all things- from predator/prey numbers in the wild, fashion, even the success and failure of sports teams- the ‘pendulum’ swings through affluence and decadence in many neighborhoods and cities. The ‘identity’ of many areas of NYC are different from what they used to be; on one hand, they are ‘safer’ and more accessible, but does their character match the influence of the previous reputation? Will they be the birthplaces of new ideas and expression to influence the world around them as well?

*Stream of Consciousness

100 Word Song – Waiting on a Friend

Another writing challenge! Why not, right?!

Lance/MyBlogCanBeatUpYourBlog runs this 100 Word Song Challenge, a fun and creative way to put your own interpretation on a song. It can be any band, you may or may not know it, so your reaction and thoughts will be tested. Don’t worry you’ll pass it.

Click the link above, watch the video. Here’s what I got out of it.

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‘Not much, U?’ The text read.

Huh? I opened the message, and scrolled up to see what/ when I had first texted him. Oh right. Four fucking months ago the timestamp read, right around the holidays. ‘Hey Marc, what’s new? Any plans for NYE?’ He ignored the second question; well it’s irrelevant now. Ok, I’ll humor him.

‘Everything’s good. How’s it going with Linda?’

‘It’s over. She ended it yesterday.’

That explains his resurfacing. Why kick a dog when he’s down though?

‘Sorry buddy. Want to meet for drinks? Let me know. ’

‘Sure… thanks man.’

He didn’t follow up.