The one that happened because of twitter

August 21, 2010

Wiktionary defines a tweetup:

A real-life meeting organised on the social networking site Twitter.

While I’ve heard this one more than a few times:

“People who have nothing to do meet up with people they tweet when they have nothing to do.”

Both are flawed in that they don’t involve alcohol.

Got’s to have my Jack bishes!


Anydrinking you may gather from this that I attended a “tweetup” last night. Well that or I spend my Saturdays looking up definitions of things. You know whichever. Probably both of them.

So the legend goes that I had convinced the wifey to go to a local wrestling promotion. It was for Absolute Intense Wrestling (AIW): The World is not Enough. It was being held at a bar in Broadview Hts. The place is called Jockos sports bar. It was pretty understood that she was not going to enjoy it nearly as much as I was.

Side note: She enjoys it more than she lets on.

Anytights this had been planned for weeks. Everything was fine. We were going and I was paying for it. We’d be pretty even when it comes for the tit for tat aspect of marriage. I mean I’ve gone to more than a few musicals just for her.

Compromises bishes!

Then twitter struck. People I dig (and have met before) started planning something. Okay I’d like to see them. I like hanging with them so I have a tiny pause in my plans. No AIW on the 20th! Then they chose my favorite place—Parnell’s Pub.

Then there were more people going.

Then I freaked out about money or you know lack thereof. I figured how I spend my money has to mean something good. Spending money on a ticket for someone who didn’t really want to be there didn’t seem the best way to spend it. Spending money at a place I love, with people I dig did. So I changed my mind. We headed over to Parnell’s at about 7pm. But back that shizzle up for a second. First a bit about my day:

I woke up and made coffee.
Then I went outside to get my paper.
It of course wasn’t there.
I cursed whoever took it. I wished that whoever took it had shards of glass coated in salt shoved in their pee hole.
Looked for a job.
Emailed some jobs.
Wrote some samples.
Reviewed notes for a review I was going to do.
Realized it was time for Yoga.
Did my yoga (45 minutes bishes)
wondered why I use bishes so much did some weights.
I went for a walk. This walk lasted about an hour and a half.

Nowhere in there did you see eat right? Yeah that’s because I forgot to eat. What the heckers?

Uhm did I really just use “what the heckers?”?

So went to Parnell’s and I got to get a nice buzz because I had no food in me whatsoever. It was a fun time. It was cool to hang with Dave and Alicia again. I got to meet some new peeps too.


It was a good ole time. We stayed till a few minutes after midnight. This of course was problematic since we had no dinner (and I no food all day!) and being midnight not many options. We had not cheated on the diet, but we did last night. Guys pizza to the rescue. I don’t believe this will hinder the diet at all. The next day we are back on track and ready freddy to continue on it.
There were two pictures taken during the fun times:

First there is Admiral Ackbar making sure the sharpie was not a trap.


Then the bartender took a picture of all attendees:


Don’t we look so happy?

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Me billy and willy

May 21, 2010

I bet you didn’t know me and Billy Corgan are total BFF’s. Yep it’s true.


We use to just you know sit around and talk for hours and hours. This picture was snapped when he was going through his “Wouldn’t it be cool if in every picture I took I was eating something” phase. This was way before Brad Pitt did it in “Ocean’s Eleven” cause you know Corgy and I are trend setters.

So yeah we were pretty much inseparable for a while. One of the main things we had in common was we both loved William Butler Yeats. Heck my good ole pal told me that Yeats was one of the most inspirational poets on his writing.

Of poetry.

I asked him that question. You know one day while eating some nachos in the park.
Or ok maybe it was when I was getting this:


So yes I was at his book singing for his much heralded (ok it wasn’t heralded) book of poetry: Blinking with Fists. Yeah I bought the book and went to his book signing (by myself like a grown up) years and years ago. As he signed it I asked him “who was one poet that was most inspirational to his poetry?” And he answered Yeats. Notice the Yeats clearly written on the bottom?

What does this have to do with anything? Insert one of my I don’t remember type jokes here. Actually it has to do with a trip to the theatre the wifey, Pelvic Joann and I made last week. The play we went to see was Open Mind Firmament: An Evening of W. B. Yeats at Cleveland Public Theatre.
Yeats can be considered a Symbolist poet and he used allusive imagery and symbolic structures throughout his career. He chose words and assembled them so that in addition to a particular meaning they suggest other abstract thoughts that may seem more significant and resonant. I mean he after all is a freaking poet after all. His symbols are rather physical. They are words that are full and heavy. What I like about him is his ideas on theatre. Yeats’s dramatic art focused on the highly poetical, static, and esoteric style. His later plays were written for small audiences; and truly experiment with masks, dance, and music, and were profoundly influenced by the Japanese Noh plays.

I love his poetry and enjoy his plays, which are generally considered to be unproducable. They are often cited as too “poetic” for audiences. I really don’t understand how that can be. I hope to some day to produce them in some fashion at our theatre. Now on to the show we saw.

Cleveland Public Theatre’s produced a mix excerpts of the plays and Yeats’ muscular poetry, the subtle gestures of the Japanese Noh theater that fascinated Yeats, and the lectures and written works of scholar Dr. Barton R. Friedman, Professor Emeritus at Cleveland State University.

What results is a chaotic burst of words and movements. Accentuated by the lighting–lighted in stark lights and darks by designer Trad A Burns . The poetry and stories are heightened by ladders, shrouded in sheer scarves—the cast and play is a dreamlike melange of playfully sensuous memories.

The story arc emerges mysteriously from several directions and mediums and eventually builds itself into a soft meditation on the nature of the writer as hero of his own work. Yeats becomes the author of his own life and anticipator of his own death.

This is a cast show. Though some individuals have more lines, the entire cast works as a unit. They are all an integral part of the complex movements and sounds. Bobgan has molded them into a cohesive and organic piece. He takes a complex story and makes it a visual cacophony of sounds, movements and sights. Ladders magically stand without support, and are used to weave actors and ideas through a flow of precarious movements. Water flies freely to anoint. Chants set moods. Every part of the theatre, which has been transformed into a series of platforms, levels and ramps, is used. The actors sing and emote above the audience’s heads, besides them, and even verbally confronted the attendees. The story is told by a scholar (maybe Friedman, himself), the poet (Yeats) speaks, and Cuchulain’s (The hero of Yeat’s Plays) life (and that of Yeats) is acted out.

The play hurtles you in and out of the Poets life and the life of his hero (bits of his plays) relying heavily on movement. For some this is the type of play theatre haters (or theatre virgins) joke about. You see it in movies and televisions shows. A man is unwillingly brought to a play and suffers through an hour of dance and strange movement. Open Mindweaves a story into the movement and song which does a nice job of holding your focus. If you know little or nothing about Yeats or his work, just let the production overtake you and your senses. It can if you let it and afterward you can Google him (huzzah Google) or pick up one of the informative limited-edition programs Cleveland Public Theatre has made available in the lobby. Then go to the library and get some of Yeats actual work. Don’t know what to pick just listen to the cast at the end as they whisper some recommendations before running off


Me, Billy, Yeats and Robert Smith just hanging out one day.
ah good times. Good times

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