[This is the Jamaican crab that I wasn’t able to scan into my walking-sideways-like- a-crab post the other day. I got my scanner to work today, so there he is, suitably inserted in this post, also having something to do with being sideways.]
My post about moving sideways like a crab made me think of Paul Wall’s video, Sittin’ Sidewayz. (I think it means sitting sideways in the car?) I do love that video. It went through my head while I typed that post. You know how the brain works. I wanted to insert it in the post but thought then that it would distract people from the monumental message I was trying to convey. Plus, he speaks of sitting sideways, I’m talking about walking sideways – people would get confused.
Someone posted a picture of Paul Wall on fb – that helped with this video renting space in my head.
I love the background sample in this song — it’s so ghetto. I find the repetitiveness of these kinds of samples insular yet transporting in an odd way — exactly how homies in the hood would describe it of course. Hereitis:
[I tried scanning a picture of a crab I took on a Jamaican beach but my scanner doesn’t want to work. So I inserted ‘ol faithful up there instead.]
I’m moving like a crab. Sideways. I’m dragging my ass about reading the proof copy of my book to check formatting issues.
I have an agenda. I need to finish reading so that I can order copies to take with me to readings; then I have other things to take care of. (Ooo, mysterious right?)
The last few months have been a whirlwind. I never ever wanted to go on facebook and I would never have considered blogging. I’ve participated in both for my marketing effort. If it weren’t for my book and blog I wouldn’t be on facebook. Facebook is, well it’s…I won’t go there. It’s everything I thought it would be and worse. Even though I get caught up in the madness myself. I’ve learned a lot about people from facebook. I keep swearing I’ll disable my account once my marketing effort is exhausted — whatever that means — but that would be stupid.
I promised to put all that I could behind publishing my book then move on. I think I might be moving slowly because I’m afraid of the other side, that it will be anticlimactic. I feel the opposite of that stupid song I hate from the eighties, where the guy says “My future’s so bright. I need to wear shades.” I don’t like the song but I wish I could say what he said — I feel like my future’s so dark, I need to get in a coffin.
I like that I am moving forward despite misgivings though. But I’m moving forward through bug laden molasses, sideways like a crab. I do indeed look forward to getting to the other side so that I can take care of other things in my life. I ain’t gettin’ no younger!