The Littlest Christmas Tree’s Revenge

In third grade, I played the title role in my school’s Christmas musical, The Littlest Christmas Tree. They strapped me with a Styrofoam tree that had a hole cut out for my face. Very adorable. I got the role because I was the littlest kid in my grade. Typecasting, whaddyagonnado. Who knows what fertile seeds that sowed for my nascent Napoleon complex at the time.

The big showstopper was my solo, “Christmas Is Love.” At the performance in front of the entire student body assembled in the gymnasium, the pianist played the opening bars two or three times, because I didn’t know when to come in. Finally, I sang…

Christmas is love, Christmas is caring.
Christmas is friends together sharing.
Christmas is what our dreams are made of.
But more than anything, Christmas is love…

At some point while singing, I spotted a couple of fifth-graders at the back of the gym. They were laughing betwixt themselves about the performance and making “retard” gestures. Suddenly they were the only two people in the gym, despite the hundreds of other kids and faculty who were present and dutifully watching the play.

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Writing is Music. Music is Writing.

“Music doesn’t lie. If there is something to be changed in this world, then it can only happen through music.” – Jimi Hendrix

At first there was only vibration.

And before the written word, there was the voice.

Words and sounds were one. Sound arose from instinct, emotion, and exigency. Our ancient yelps and cries, our sighing and our laughter: these sounds were our literature.

It was the last time in human history when word and deed were, by definition, always in harmony with one another.

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On Being Twitter-Genuine

This post originally appeared in an old blog of mine.

I like social media. I use it for fun and for business. I use it to connect with people, trade thoughts, open doors, and enrich my world IRL (In Real Life).

I use Twitter the most of all my Web profiles. Its 140-character limit encourages thought condensation. Twitter forces you to crack the shell and present just the essence of your message.

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