Sidewayz

[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’m moving like a crab. Sideways.

[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!