DownWith Disease and all other illnesses. My ex wife came over the other day after texting me asking me if I was home. I didn't see the text or ignored it or wasn't aware...she showed up in my driveway as i was moving stuff from one building to the house. She's a great person and a good friend but we are lovers no more. She had mail for me and I for her. I was hungry from moving everything from one building to another and asked her if she would like to go grab a bite to eat. We went to a Mexican restaurant down the street, one we took the family to. So we are eating and laughing, being friends with a past. We got to talking about the Phish concert she and I attended at The Gorge Amphitheater in George, WA. We laughed at a certain event. At Phish concerts EVERYONE is stoned. Except we weren't. Everybody else was and they were smoking all around us. People were so stoned they were crawling on the ground. My ex, a Mormon, had not been exposed to anything like it before. During the intermission she said to me, "I am so hungry, I can't believe it. We just ate dinner before coming. Why am I so hungry?" Well, me, former stoner at the time, told her to look around. What is everybody doing? They are all smoking weed. You are breathing second hand smoke. She was fucking stoned! So stoned that we had to leave the concert to go back into Wenatchee to get her fed. That was almost ten years ago and we were laughing at it again last week. She told the story and seems to be very amused by it. Of course, no religious guilt could be attributed as the smoke was second hand and she was naive about the whole thing. I don't think it occurred to her that people would be stoned. It wasn't part of her world.
So, my friend Michelle fed me last night. Evidently, not only am I a starving artist but a starving bachelor, too. We were goofing around with my profile on an online dating sight, trying hard to accurately depict me. It seemed as if everything we thought of would sabotage any chance of meeting up with anyone. Some of the phrases we came up with made us laugh so hard I fell on the floor and she started crying. We howled at the comedy we were producing. I think we came up with "Only the Weird Need Apply." "I think I have a twisted sense of humor and so does my doppelganger." It was if if I were writing a parody profile to not get any response. I held fast and tried to be s truthful as possible. Most profiles are so generic, it as if they are generated by formulas. And they all say the same fucking thing. Everybody likes the outdoors, camping, hunting, fishing, opera, hockey. Because they are dating sites, you are allowed to be so bold as to describe what you see an ideal mate. That's what we did. It's succinct, to the point and there can be no missing the gist of my message. Honestly, when I get to a point in a long, rambling profile, I quit reading, move on.
I get wacky emails from some people. I think the dating sites are becoming the play field of scammers although any segment of being online is open to that. Any way to get information out of you. I've not gotten any that ask for personal info like bank accts #'s but I think one was getting close. Good thing I was using my scum catcher email address. I wonder who on the faee of the Earth has the most email accounts? Yahoo, Google, Hotmail, Juno, hundreds of free email sites to be had for nothing more than information whether honest or made up. The problem would be keeping up with them. Kind of like lying...once you start...but I have three email accounts. I have one with yahoo as I needed a Yahoo ID to get a Flckr account. I never use the Yahoo account because they always get hacked. Like it or not, for the near, maybe far, future, it's a Google world. They are good and secure, my biggest concern. Of course, there is no absolute anonymity on the internet. Information once entered, not matter a bank card # or a photo of you at a party never really goes away. Somewhere you now somebody is downloading everything they can get their hands on. It never goes away. It can make you uneasy but what the fuck? What are I hiding? Of course, I don't want anyone getting their hands on financial info of mine and I am concerned with identity fraud.
I am cautious with the responses I receive. There are all kinds of red flags; people who want to go offline right away, people who want to call right away. It's kind of icky sometimes. Still, it's the only game in town for Americans and citizens of the world.
The best part of it for me is that I can never assume anything. I am black and white. Yes or no. It's more comfortable for me to be like that. Less tension. Unless you run into people that don't operate in that manner. It takes a while to get to know people, usually via email. Innuendo is not easily translated. You have to ask direct questions that cut to the chase. Direct and honest.
Not assuming leaves everything open, everything possible. Even if some things are so obvious if they bit you you couldn't say ow. Never assume. Always ask. Saves a lot of trouble on down the line.
Phish is coming to the best place in the world to see any concert, The Gorge Amphitheater in George, WA. I have seen many concerts there and never a bad one. Phish, Steve Miller Band, Joe Cocker, Ringo Starr's All Star Band, Coldplay, Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers, all fantastic concerts outdoors in fantastic weather. Being in the middle of the state, it draws from both metropolitan areas in Washington, Spokane and Seattle. People from all over the world will travel there to see a certain band at that venue. I think for at least the last ten years, The Dave Matthews Band has played three nights in a row during the Labor Day weekend. Fantastic.
Phish will be here the 26th and 27th of July. I'm buying two two-day passes. I dont want to go alone.
Hello to all you Germans. This is not gasoline.
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